Male God, a Little Su

"Su Zhi!"

Emperor Chengde's pupils constricted, he stood up abruptly, and pointed at Wen Yanqing with trembling fingers.

"You! Even you betrayed me?!"

His eyes scanned the entire court, and everyone who caught his eyes quickly lowered their heads, pretending not to know anything.

With great anger and disappointment in his heart, Emperor Chengde staggered into the dragon chair, and smiled angrily, "Su Zhi, I trust you so much, and this is how you repay me? You are a good means, and the entire government has been suppressed." You hold it in the palm of your hand! I still don't know anything about it, hehehe, it's ridiculous! How ridiculous?"

Outside the court hall, there were countless screams. In the court hall, Emperor Cheng De's almost crazy laughter sounded.

"Whose person are you? Huh? The sixth child?"

The trusted minister and his son betrayed at the same time, and Emperor Chengde's lips trembled when he spoke. The sixth child is his favorite son, and together with his mother Mu Guifei, he is also deeply favored. He had originally considered whether to make him the crown prince, but he didn't expect them to be so impatient, one or two, or even wait for his death, that they would come to force the palace! !

Wen Yanqing folded his hands in his big sleeves and smiled hoarsely.

He raised his eyes and kept asking, "Are these important? Everything is just a repeat of history. After all, Your Majesty's throne is not justified, isn't it?" He hooked his lips and sighed softly, "So I said, It's a vicious circle, and it goes on and on—"

In history, how many people killed their fathers, sons and brothers for the throne.

There will always be a day of retribution.

"who are you?!"

Emperor Chengde kept this secret for more than ten years. Everyone thought that his throne was passed on to him by the late emperor.

He is a legitimate prince! Be the lord of the world!

But now, this secret was easily revealed by Wen Yanqing.

The confrontation did not last long, and more than half of the troops in Huajing were in the hands of the sixth prince. He broke in with his own soldiers, but it took half an hour.

When he looked up, he looked at Emperor Chengde who was sitting on the dragon chair, who seemed to be ten years older in an instant.

For a moment, his hands trembled with excitement.

Soon, that position was his.

"Father—" He clasped his fists and saluted.

"I don't have a son like you! You are a traitorous official and traitor, you deserve to be punished!! Cough...cough cough cough..."

Furious, Emperor Chengde spat out a mouthful of blood, his eye sockets were about to burst.

"Father forgives the sin, and my son doesn't want to do this, but, my son has waited for too long..."

What he said was high-sounding, but what he did was not sloppy at all.

Emperor Chengde stared red, "Second! Fifth! Go and kill this traitor for me! Whoever can kill him will be the next crown prince!"

Even if he died, Emperor Chengde would not let the throne fall into the hands of the sixth prince.

"Heh... Father, you are really confused, you should obediently step aside!"

The sixth prince glanced coldly at the two imperial brothers, saw that they remained silent, and nodded in satisfaction.

"National teacher, I would like to thank you for your support this time. Don't worry, after I ascend to the position, you will be a minister of merit! I will definitely reward you heavily!"

Hearing that he was in front of him, Emperor Chengde even changed his address, and spewed out another mouthful of blood in anger.

"You, you—"

Is this the retribution?

"Your Highness the Sixth Highness does not need to thank you. Speaking of which, I should thank His Highness the Sixth Highness."

Wen Yanqing's thin and cold lips curled up, and she walked slowly to the side of the sixth prince.