Master Fu’s Ace Wife

Chang Heng was firmly controlled by the ground, his whole head was still in a daze, and he figured out the current situation under rapid operation.

Yin Sa, who had been crippled for seven years, suddenly stood up and could move freely, even with hands.

Frightened, he thought of the person who had been treating him all this time, the legendary God of Medicine.

But such a weak little girl can really cure Yin Sa's illness.

Thinking of this, Chang Heng suddenly looked at Wan'an, this woman dared to hide such an important matter from her husband.

If they knew in advance that Yin Sa could still stand up, they would definitely make corresponding defenses against this.

As for the people who suddenly appeared in the hall, it seemed that they were Yin Yang's guards back then. Since his body was injured, the guards have disappeared.

I didn't expect to see it again today.

"Yin Sa, you still have such a trick!" Chang Heng struggled but couldn't get up.

We must find a way to inform Mr. Yin Sa's current situation, if only he is alone, it will be fine.

But there are many people around him, and everyone knows how powerful Yin Sa's guards were back then.

This escort team was also disbanded by Yin Sa himself. No matter how many army generals recruited them, they did not accept it.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, this guard could still gather.

"Take it down."

As Yin Sa's voice fell, Chang Heng was dragged down.

Wan An came back to her senses, wiped the tears off her face with the back of her hand and stepped forward, "Your Highness..."

There was a bit of trembling in the woman's call, and a bit of sincerity that she could barely hear.

"You can stand now."

Wan An said, looking at him from top to bottom, when she saw his legs walking upright.

The woman can no longer control her emotions. It has been so many years that His Highness has been sitting in a wheelchair for so long.

Finally waited until this day.

"Why don't you do it?" Yin Sa looked at the woman in front of her and said this sentence without any emotion.

Wan An lowered her head and gently wiped her face, "I know what my destiny is. When I was chosen to be sent to you, I knew that such a day would come."

At that time, she was not deeply involved in the world, and all she wanted was to be by the side of that Langlang boy she had met.

"I am fortunate to be your classmate for a month. Maybe you have forgotten me, but I will remember it for a lifetime."

Yin Sa only enrolled for a few months at that time, and later transferred to the Royal Academy.

Some people are caught at a glance, just a look back, a look, it will last a lifetime.

"Your Highness, I know it's useless to say anything in my capacity. I just want to ask you not to involve my family, my father."

Yin Sa did not respond, and the leader who dealt with Chang Heng came over, "Your Highness, you are ready."

Wan'an watched the man walk out of the palace step by step, and she couldn't help but think of the first time she saw him.

Sitting on the horseback in a heroic manner in riding attire, between Breeze and Xi, she saw the pride in the young man's straight back, the arrogance and self-esteem coming out of his bones.

Wan'an got up on the ground, and suddenly picked up the dagger that Yin Sa threw on the ground and hugged it in her arms.

"Miss Wan'an." The attendant called out worriedly.

But he saw the distraught woman walking towards the apse step by step.

If Ni Chang wins and Yin Sa is not dead, he will not let her go, but if Ni Chang loses, Hatas will liquidate the entire secret work in the palace, and she will not survive.

"Miss Wan'an, Your Highness told you not to act rashly." The person who followed her reminded.

"I understand that whether I live or die now is not up to me."

The attendants on the side stared straight at her. Miss Wan'an has taken care of His Highness with great care these years, and the whole palace knows it.

How did it become like this all of a sudden, what kind of spies did it, what kind of strange sayings.

"You are responsible for watching. If you hear anything wrong, go in. You must ensure that the person is still alive."

No matter whether a person is going to live or die, His Highness must personally handle it.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and Wan An was sitting by the bed, still holding the photo in her hand, with a smile from her heart on her face.

"It's great...Your Highness can stand up..."

Outside Teng Palace, everything was quiet and peaceful.

Hatas was sitting on the throne, and there was melodious music playing in the hall, which was his favorite piano piece.

Swinging his fingertips in rhythm, Neil handed over the freshly brewed coffee. Seeing the relaxed look of the old man, he reminded him with a smile.

"I heard that Prince Harry has rushed over from the guest hall."

The news of Ni Chang's rebellion had already reached Harry's ears. A few days ago, Prince Harry specially came to find His Majesty.

He wanted to ask for His Majesty's favor, and Harry had already predicted that his son would definitely take this path in the end.

As of now, it is unstoppable.

Ni Chang has no way out, and Harry still wants to make a last-ditch effort.

"Prince Harry is really a rare relative in the royal family. He has had the best relationship with Your Majesty since he was a child, and he has also shown great love to the three Highnesses." Neilon said.

Hatas looked at the moon above his head, "He has been different from other brothers since he was a child. His father said that he has a rare heart."

Neil agrees with this statement. Prince Harry has been timid since he was a child, but it is the most rare thing for a person who is so timid and who believes in ghosts and gods to overcome the fear in his heart.

"But Earl Ni Chang doesn't seem like such a kind and sincere person."

Had it not been for Harry's relationship, Hata Temple would not have reused Ni Chang, but he has indeed been talented over the years.

Both the art of war and government affairs are much better than the original Harry, and because of this, he was able to smoothly change from the baron to the current earl.

It's a pity that his ambition is not small, and he wants too much, which is why he became like this.

"Nilon, actually, I have thought about whether what I have done these years is correct, whether I am a good father, and whether I am a good monarch. These have always troubled me to this day."

What he has done in these years is nothing to people, and what is it to him.

"Your Majesty, you have done a good job, but how can there be a perfect method in this world? People always have some regrets and guilt in their lives."

Hatas lowered his head and chuckled, he was not a good father, nor a good husband, not even a good monarch nowadays.

What people fear most in life is not wanting anything, yet wanting everything.

The sound of uniform footsteps came from outside the palace wall, followed by a few muffled groans of falling to the ground, and there seemed to be screams and the sound of bullets piercing flesh from a distance.

It was noisy and lively, and it seemed that there was someone calling for help, one after another, calling and shouting incessantly, making the listeners feel bored.

"Your Majesty." Neil pricked up his ears to listen, and called out worriedly.

The low table in front of Hatas remained unchanged, and the two teacups placed there were filled with tea one by one.

When the teapot was taken back, the dispute at the door seemed to stop, and the guards on the inner and outer floors surrounded the entire hall.

Ni Chang stood at the door with a cold expression on his face. After controlling the last soldier, the lieutenant next to him spoke.

"Sir, His Majesty is still inside."

The person next to him winked, and he immediately understood, "Do you want to go in and meet Hatas?"

Now the entire palace is under their control, surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. Hebrew, who can mobilize the army, is now struggling to rescue his wife and daughter.

Hatas is also in their hands, and at dawn tomorrow, the position of the king will be replaced.

Those of them who dare to make changes with Ni Chang will of course be promoted to rank and become wealthy.

"Go in and have a look at our dear Majesty. After all, he has made it this far. He must have a lot to say to us."

Winners and losers have been like this since ancient times. Those who lose always have a lot of feelings.

Niron stood behind Hattas, and a row of soldiers in dark blue military uniforms rushed in at the door, entering left and right, enclosing the entire hall in a circle.

It has been a long time since this Teng Palace has so many people.

Ni Chang walked in in a military uniform, bright and noble in color, he came from the middle of the palace gate, every step he took was with his head held high and his chest held high.

More than ever before.

Seeing Hatas sitting calmly and sipping tea in a high position, Ni Chang sneered, saying that there is nothing to do at the end of the battle.

No matter how calm I am now, I am afraid that there is no possibility of winning.

"Your Majesty, do you have anything else to say?" Ni Chang opened his mouth and called His Majesty one last time.

Hatas took a sip of the tea, and pushed the cup in front of him forward, "Try it, this is a new tea that was only delivered in the last few months, it is the big crescent moon from the west, you should miss this taste very much."

The west is the place where Ni Chang grew up, and it is also the place where the big crescent tea is produced, which is the taste he is most familiar with since he was a child.

Ni Chang took a step forward, bent down and picked up the cup of tea, "Is this a reward, Your Majesty?"

Hattas didn't say anything, just looked up at him.

"It's a pity, now that you and I are in reverse positions, I'm afraid you will no longer have the qualifications." Ni Chang turned his wrists, and the bright yellow tea soup was poured on the table.

Neil's eyes widened, this is disrespectful.

"Your Majesty, you and I don't need to say too much, just write the abdication edict."

As soon as Ni Chang finished speaking, two people came out from behind with silk and polished ink, and put the tray in front of Hatas.

"Let's write."

Hattas chuckled, "Do you know what happens to those who attempt to usurp the throne?"

There has never been a precedent for a successful usurper in the entire dynasties of the K country, and the successors to the throne have always been of the orthodox blood.

There has been no change in a hundred years, and it is not that there have been no usurpers, but they all ended miserably.

"I know that you can kill even your most beloved daughter yourself. It is conceivable how serious you are to defend the royal power, but you have no choice now. I am not Princess Le Jia, and I will not follow her path."

With an extremely firm tone, he is now full of confidence, and it is completely impossible for Hebrew to return.

The entire palace is under his control, and whatever he wants to do is as easy as the palm of his hand, extremely relaxed.

"Really?" Hattas looked up.

The young man in front of him is no longer the submissive attitude he used to be, his eyes are full of flying colors, arrogant and domineering.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, I will let Hebrew into the palace, but not now."

But after he got the edict of abdication.

"Then how should I write this imperial edict?"

"You just write, in the 49th year of the Qing Emperor of Kingdom K in the intercontinental calendar, because the regent Hebrew committed rebellion, killed his family members and poisoned his wife, the crown princes Yin Sa and Jia Tong died, Yingran was young, so I passed the throne to my younger brother and son, Earl Ni Chang."

With one edict, Hebrew became a traitor who committed rebellion, and Ni Chang became a hero who rescued him late, and he inherited the throne logically.

He is also smart, knowing that leaving Princess Yingran behind, after they are all dead, whether the child can survive is already a certainty.

Hatas smiled, "You have already thought about it, it seems that I will not be able to write this edict."

"You have no choice." Ni Chang sneered.

...

The rooftop of the entire palace is the place where sacrificial activities are held every year. The two palaces next to the platform are dedicated to the emperors of the royal family.

The main hall is the portrait of the emperor, and the side hall is the photo name of the royal family members. Only the royal family members who have made indelible contributions to the royal family can hang portraits.

Passing through the side hall from the main hall, Wen Li swaggered past with Gu Ningxi beside him.

This little girl is quite capable, she can subdue their aura and help Wen Li sneak into the palace better.

"It's here." Gu Ningxi stood at the door of the side hall, pointed at the door and opened.

This is the place where the entire palace is sealed. It has a very powerful seal, and it is the strangest place in the entire palace.

Wen Li glanced at the palace in front of him, picked up his pace and led her in.

Inside the hall is the most common sacrificial countertop, with neatly hung photos or portraits, and names written on the bottom.

The members of the royal family who have made outstanding achievements are all on the stage, but unfortunately, they don't know any of them.

Counting carefully, there are dozens of them. Those who died in battle, and countless who died for the country.

"To be able to pass on such things to this day, the royal family is not ruthless." Wen Li looked at it and said.

Such a spectacular picture is indeed magnificent.

"Sister Wen Li, it seems something is wrong." Gu Ningxi raised her hand as she spoke, "There seems to be something behind that."

Wen Li watched her raise her hand, Gu Ningxi moved her fingertips, and the wall with portraits and photos suddenly turned over.

The portraits of people hanging on the two outer sides and this side are obviously different.

Most importantly, Wen Li saw the last photo in the last row, which was Hua Yan's appearance.

There is a string of numbers written below her, born in the 3rd year of Emperor Qing and died in 34th year.

This time is right...