Seeing King Lingnan closing the palace door to prevent anyone from entering, at this moment the flaming dragon-like procession of the Second Prince approaching the palace in the distance had spread rapidly and was already very close at hand.
The smell of blood is in the air.
The dark water on the ground quickly spread and flowed over. It was not black, it was bright red blood.
"Your Majesty, help me."
"Quickly, run quickly..."
"The second prince is coming, run quickly..."
There was chaos, and all the ministers were in chaos.
They all used to look down on the second prince, and no one cared much about him. They all rushed to attach themselves to other princes, and they all abandoned this extremely mediocre prince. But now, this prince who is the most disliked by others
The prince is here, led by an army, and none of them have a good relationship with this prince. There is no way they can be friends with each other at this moment. How can they survive? How can they survive?
Outside the main palace, which was like a delicate flower, one after another screams of terror resounded through the night. Some people ran in all directions, some rushed towards King Lingnan desperately for help, some took advantage of the darkness to pretend to be dead, and some...
It's a mess, it's a complete mess.
King Lingnan stood in the empty hall, listening to the shouts and screams getting closer and closer outside. His face looked as if he had aged ten years for a moment. He had clearly guessed everything, but he had no way to change it. He could only
Watching this situation develop in front of his eyes, this situation is simply more sad for him than killing him.
The wild laughter of his second son came from a distance, accompanied by the screams of the ministers being executed and the voices calling for help. King Lingnan closed his eyes deeply.
There are only three thousand Imperial Guards in the palace, but there are thirty thousand Imperial Guards in the northern suburbs. Thirty thousand versus three thousand. If he can't protect himself, who else can he save?
Second son, his good second son.
He had been strong in Lingnan for hundreds of years, and could stand firm no matter how the Later Qin Dynasty and the rising Zhenbei looked at him, but now, it was destroyed in the hands of his own people.
Destroyed by his own son's ambition.
"The management of my Nan clan for more than ten generations and the garrison for hundreds of years have been destroyed in your hands today." King Lingnan looked at Beiming Changfeng, and the hatred in his eyes was almost real.
He knew very well what his second son was capable of. Today, Beiming Changfeng helped him force the palace. When he kills all the Lingnan courtiers, that is, when Beiming Changfeng kills him, he will not be able to defend the land of Lingnan.
We cannot maintain this century-old foundation.
Beiming Changfeng slowly stood up and looked down at King Lingnan at the entrance of the palace: "This is the consequence of touching someone you shouldn't touch."
He said that Ziyu was protected by him, and if he dared to challenge his bottom line again and again, then there would be consequences now.
He didn't want the Later Qin State to get involved and annex his years of hard work, but for Ziyu, he ceded a little half of Lingnan's power to the Later Qin State. Anyway, he would get it back in the future, with interest.
Take it back.
"Qin Ziyu?" King Lingnan caught the hidden meaning in Beiming Changfeng's words, and immediately looked sharply: "You don't want Qin Yun's life anymore?"
Beiming Changfeng walked down slowly, and a hint of coldness flashed across his face when he heard this: "He is not in your hands."
Yesterday, the manpower deployed over the years found out that Qin Yun was not in the hands of King Lingnan, and Qin Yun was not captured by King Lingnan at all.
The fact that Qin Yun's whereabouts are unknown is really worrying, but it is precisely because of this that the Lingnan Dynasty must be destroyed. Seeing King Lingnan closing the palace door to prevent anyone from entering, at this time, the flaming dragon-like second prince's marching team in the distance had already
It spread quickly and was already close at hand.
The smell of blood is in the air.
The dark water on the ground quickly spread and flowed over. It was not black, it was bright red blood.
"Your Majesty, help me."
"Quickly, run quickly..."
"The second prince is coming, run quickly..."
There was chaos, and all the ministers were in chaos.
They all used to look down on the second prince, and no one cared much about him. They all rushed to attach themselves to other princes, and they all abandoned this extremely mediocre prince. But now, this prince who is the most disliked by others
The prince is here, led by an army, and none of them have a good relationship with this prince. There is no way they can be friends with each other at this moment. How can they survive? How can they survive?
Outside the main palace, which was like a delicate flower, one after another screams of terror resounded through the night. Some people ran in all directions, some rushed towards King Lingnan desperately for help, some took advantage of the darkness to pretend to be dead, and some...
It's a mess, it's a complete mess.
King Lingnan stood in the empty hall, listening to the shouts and screams getting closer and closer outside. His face looked as if he had aged ten years for a moment. He had clearly guessed everything, but he had no way to change it. He could only
Watching this situation develop in front of his eyes, this situation is simply more sad for him than killing him.
The wild laughter of his second son came from a distance, accompanied by the screams of the ministers being executed and the voices calling for help. King Lingnan closed his eyes deeply.
There are only three thousand Imperial Guards in the palace, but there are thirty thousand Imperial Guards in the northern suburbs. Thirty thousand versus three thousand. If he can't protect himself, who else can he save?
Second son, his good second son.
He had been strong in Lingnan for hundreds of years, and could stand firm no matter how the Later Qin Dynasty and the rising Zhenbei looked at him, but now, it was destroyed in the hands of his own people.
Destroyed by his own son's ambition.
"The management of my Nan clan for more than ten generations and the garrison for hundreds of years have been destroyed in your hands today." King Lingnan looked at Beiming Changfeng, and the hatred in his eyes was almost real.
He knew very well what his second son was capable of. Today, Beiming Changfeng helped him force the palace. When he kills all the Lingnan courtiers, that is, when Beiming Changfeng kills him, he will not be able to defend the land of Lingnan.
We cannot maintain this century-old foundation.
Beiming Changfeng slowly stood up and looked down at King Lingnan at the entrance of the palace: "This is the consequence of touching someone you shouldn't touch."
He said that Ziyu was protected by him, and if he dared to challenge his bottom line again and again, then there would be consequences now.
He didn't want the Later Qin State to get involved and annex his years of hard work, but for Ziyu, he ceded a little half of Lingnan's power to the Later Qin State. Anyway, he would get it back in the future, with interest.
Take it back.
"Qin Ziyu?" King Lingnan caught the hidden meaning in Beiming Changfeng's words, and immediately looked sharply: "You don't want Qin Yun's life anymore?"
Beiming Changfeng walked down slowly, and a hint of coldness flashed across his face when he heard this: "He is not in your hands."
Yesterday, the manpower deployed over the years found out that Qin Yun was not in the hands of King Lingnan, and Qin Yun was not captured by King Lingnan at all.
The fact that Qin Yun's whereabouts are unknown is really worrying, but precisely because of this, the Lingnan Dynasty must be destroyed.