After breakfast, Chris walked out of the castle. As soon as he came to the door, he saw a large group of palace knights coming towards him.
The leader made a knightly salute and said: "Count Chris, come with us."
"Hey, did the second prince come to see me?" Chris asked in surprise.
That should be the case. As the host, he must take him to see the scenery of the royal capital.
"No, His Majesty wants to summon you." The palace knight said expressionlessly.
Chris was stunned, he felt a little guilty.
The old king wants to see me?
Is it for the sake of the eldest prince, or for myself and Princess Shirley?
The palace knight urged: "Your Majesty, please come with us."
Chris gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, lead the way!"
No matter what the reason is, go and meet the old king.
In the event of a conflict, Chris would immediately transform into a dragon and fly away.
After the old king was killed and the second prince ascended the throne, there would be no trouble.
With an anxious mood, Chris followed the palace knight and walked in the direction of the palace.
The imperial palace is located in the center of the royal capital and is made of very hard blue steel rock.
Chris, led by the palace knights, entered through the main entrance.
There are more than a dozen tall palaces in the imperial city, which look very grand. Among them, the middle one is the tallest, more than twenty meters tall, and its surface is dotted with many golden decorations.
Chris and the palace knights walked along the bluestone road towards the highest palace.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
At this moment, the dull sound of bells came from the highest palace, ringing thirteen times in succession.
The dozen knights in front knelt down facing the direction of the hall, covering their faces and crying: "Your Majesty is dead."
Chris' body froze in place, feeling inexplicably melancholy.
Old King, don’t say you were killed by me.
He didn't even see the Eagle King before he died.
For a time, mourning sounds came from all over the palace. Whether they were sincere or pretending.
Chris was a little embarrassed. He didn't know whether he should leave now or follow the nobles here to mourn.
"You're here just in time, come with me." Suddenly a familiar voice came from the side. He turned around and saw that it was the second prince Keir, Uncle Chen and other nobles following him.
Chris made up his mind and walked into the second prince's team, and they walked into the palace together.
At this time, many nobles gathered here, and the eldest prince Yawen was also here. In just one day, his injuries improved a lot, except for some bruises on his face.
At the front of the crowd stood a bed covered with gold silk satin, on which lay an old man in his seventies or eighties.
There were many wrinkles on his face, his face was pale, and his eyes were closed.
Yawen pretended to cry twice, but the eyes he showed occasionally showed a smile that couldn't be concealed.
After his father died, as the eldest prince, he could naturally become the new generation king.
The nobles present all had their own agendas, and many stood behind Yawen, vaguely headed by him.
"The country cannot live without a king for a day. Since His Majesty is dead, we should choose a new king as soon as possible." At this time, a nobleman behind Yawen stood up and said.
"Slow down!" the second prince shouted, attracting the attention of everyone.
"My father was in good health six months ago, but his health has gotten worse and worse in the past six months. I suspect that he did not die of natural causes, but was murdered."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Countless people looked at the second prince in shock, waiting for him to continue speaking.
Yawen sensed something was wrong and jumped out quickly and said, "Don't make nonsense without evidence. My father obviously died of natural causes due to his old age. How could he be murdered?"
"Everyone, please take a look." The second prince escaped from his arms with a beautiful envelope, "This is the love letter presented to Princess Shirley by my brother Yawen."
Yawen took a few steps back in horror: "Why, why is this here with you?"
His attitude clearly acquiesces to this fact.
Recently, Yawen saw that his father's health was getting worse and worse, and his heart was restless.
A few days ago, he boldly wrote a love letter and sent it quietly to the princess, with the intention that after he was registered, Princess Shirley would serve him, just like in the White Tiger Kingdom.
But Yawen never expected that this love letter would fall into the hands of the second prince.
Many people's expressions were a bit amusing. They didn't expect that they would see such interesting drama after the death of the old king.
A noble from Yawen's party immediately stood up and said, "However, this does not prove that His Majesty was murdered."
The second prince said: "A few days ago, I accidentally got the news that Princess Shirley was using chronic poison on my father."
"Hiss——" The nobles all looked shocked.
"Impossible, Shirley would never do such a thing." Yawen said sternly.
Chris put his hand on his forehead, this eldest prince was really stupid to the extreme.
In this situation, the most important thing to do is to end the relationship with Shirley as soon as possible instead of trying to defend her.
Yawen's move was equivalent to putting the knife into the hands of the second prince.
But Chris is also a little curious, did Shirley really poison the old king?
The second prince continued: "If you don't believe it, you can ask a court magician to check what my father had for last night's supper."
Both the court knights and the court magicians belong directly to the king, and they do not obey any prince.
Many nobles looked at each other, but soon, a man wearing a gray mage robe with gold patterns embedded in it came in.
Seeing this person coming, the nobles knew that the second prince was really coming.
Sixth-level magician Milo, the president's leader of court magicians.
Milo said to a servant who was kneeling in front of the old king's bed: "Go and bring His Majesty the late night snack."
The servant stood up tremblingly, and soon brought over a half bowl of leftover rice porridge: "Her Royal Highness the Princess personally cooked this bowl of porridge for Your Majesty."
Milo took the rice porridge, took out his wand and tapped it twice on the surface, looking thoughtful.
After a few seconds, tiny black particles appeared in the rice porridge.
Milo confirmed: "There is indeed a magic poison here. It is colorless and odorless and cannot be found without special methods. However, its toxicity is very low and it will take at least half a year to kill someone."
His words caused the nobles present to fall into rage. It turned out that the princess who had conquered the country was really plotting to kill His Majesty.
The second prince looked at Yawen: "The eldest prince committed adultery with Princess Shirley and murdered His Majesty. Someone, come and put him in jail!"
A group of palace knights armed with weapons trotted in.
"No, this has nothing to do with me." Yawen's face turned pale.