Finally, they heard the news that the emperor had passed away and that the prince was seriously ill. The impatient King Ming, who had coveted the throne for a long time, ordered his subordinates to follow him and forced his way into the palace.

He rushed straight to Feishuang Palace, and as soon as he arrived outside the palace gate, he suddenly heard the sound of wailing.

The fat King Ming stared to the left and right with a pair of toad eyes.

A military advisor came forward to make plans.

"Your Majesty, go and take a look first. If it is true as the intelligence says, we will force the queen to hand over the jade seal. If not, even if the prince comes to visit the emperor and the prince, they will not be able to say anything."

After snorting with his nose, King Ming led everyone straight to Feishuang Palace.

As soon as they entered the Feishuang Palace, they saw the imperial doctor, concubines, palace maids, and eunuchs kneeling on the floor. The queen was wilting on a chair, being supported by the palace maids, crying her heart out.

The emperor, who had gray beard and hair and had been seriously ill for a long time, lay straight on his back on the dragon couch. Next to him, a man in a goose-yellow brocade robe lay beside the couch and cried loudly.

"Queen, this is..."

The queen, who had just taken a breath after being slapped on the chest and beaten on the back by the palace maid, reluctantly raised her head and glanced at the menacing King Ming. She covered her face with a handkerchief and sobbed even more miserably.

When I came closer and took a look, I saw that the emperor's face on the couch was sluggish gray and he had no breath at all.

"When did the emperor die?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the man crying in front of the couch and looked face to face.

It turned out to be a secret agent who reported that the crown prince Xi Lanhua was seriously ill and dying.

Facing Xi Lanhua, whose eyes were swollen from crying, Prince Ming's eyes widened and he stared up and down in disbelief.

He released Xi Lanhua's hand, pulled his arm and rolled up his cuffs to check.

I was shocked to see a scar the size of an egg on my arm, where Xi Lanhua was burned by hot soup when he was naughty when he was young.

"Really are……"

Could it be that the spy's information was wrong? King Ming snorted angrily as he pushed Xi Lanhua down on the dragon bed tyrannically.

"The emperor passed away, why did the prince keep it secret?"

Ignoring Prince Ming's question, Xi Lanhua cried even harder.

Being ignored by Xi Lanhua, Prince Ming suddenly became furious. He just grabbed the thin Xi Lanhua and punched him, but he heard someone outside the door keep shouting.

"His Royal Highness Prince Ming, you dare to fight even the emperor. Could it be that you want to rebel?"

Turning around, he saw that Lieutenant Wuxing Renwu, a veteran of the three dynasties of Xihe, was striding from outside the door. He was still upright and energetic despite his octogenarian age.

His bright eyes were cast on King Ming's hand grabbing the prince's neck collar, and he angrily followed the other senior ministers of Xihe to the dragon bed.

"Your Highness, Prince Ming, still won't let go?"

With an overwhelming momentum, he drank King Ming away.

"The emperor passed away, but the prince kept it secret. As a veteran of three dynasties, you not only sought an explanation for the emperor, but you also accused me of making a mistake in a hurry. What's the truth?"

He reached out and touched the emperor's hand, which was exposed outside the brocade quilt. It was still warm.

"The emperor has just passed away, and his hands are still warm. What is Prince Ming's intention, but he wants to falsely accuse the prince and keep it secret?"

The loud bell-like sound made people's eardrums ache. Prince Ming couldn't believe it and touched it with his hand. It indeed seemed that the person who had just passed away still had residual warmth.

Facts speak louder than words, so Prince Ming immediately shut up.

"On that day, the emperor knew that his time was short, so he had already issued a secret edict to his officials and a group of veterans to establish the crown prince Xi Lan as heir apparent. Now that the emperor has passed away, although it is not appropriate to hold an enthronement ceremony during the time of national mourning, the country cannot

There has been no king for a day, so I have come here with the imperial edict to implore the prince to take over the throne immediately."

When King Ming saw that his efforts to fetch water from a bamboo basket were in vain, he was so anxious that he beheaded the prime minister Xie Qian who was holding the imperial edict with his eyes.

Prime Minister Xie Qian, who had benefited from King Ming, could not care about King Ming who had no future at all. He ignored the words in King Ming's eyes and only looked at the brocade box containing the imperial edict in his arms.

"Who knows whether the box contains the emperor's edict, and who knows whether the emperor personally drew up the edict."

Wu Taiwei, who knew the ambitious King Ming very well, snorted and sneered when he heard this.

"How dare you slander the royal family like this, are you really not afraid of losing your head, Prince Ming?"

With a clang, he drew out the sword from his waist, and the cold light flashed towards King Ming's toad eyes.

Knowing that Taiwei Wu was a veteran of three dynasties and had been granted the privilege of killing first and then reporting later, the arrogant King Ming immediately curbed his arrogance and withdrew from Feishuang Palace.

Finally frightening the hungry wolf away, Su Mumu stretched out her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. Suddenly she remembered the human skin mask on her face and had to endure it and retract her hand.

"The prince is frightened. It is the fault of the old minister. I beg the prince to punish me."

He was already Amitabha before he died, and he was punished for it. Su Mumu stood up unsteadily and said in a loud voice on purpose.

"That's all."

Strangely, I looked up and down, but there was nothing unusual except for the sound.

"The prince's voice?..."

After coughing a few times, Su Mumu returned with a hoarse voice.

"I'm afraid my father passed away and I cried so much that my voice became hoarse."

This is indeed the case between emotion and reason. Wu Taiwei was very pleased and nodded in praise.

"The prince's filial piety touches heaven, and the emperor's spirit in heaven will also be doubly gratified."

Anxious to pass the test, Su Mumu deliberately squeezed out a few more tears. She covered her face with her sleeves, turned around, and knelt down in front of the couch again.

Led by Su Mumu, the people kneeling in the room began to cry loudly again, their voices almost shaking the roof tiles.

After a long time, everyone gradually stopped crying. Wu Taiwei took the lead and stood up from the ground.

Arriving next to Xi Lanhua, who was pretending to be Su Mumu, Wu Taiwei softly comforted him.

"Your Highness, the death of the emperor is beyond repair. I hope that the prince will show his condolences and obey. In accordance with the imperial edict, I will immediately assist the prince in succeeding to the throne three days after the emperor's death. Please take the dragon body as the priority in everything. , don’t delay the auspicious time to ascend the throne in three days.”

Su Mumu raised her hand, wiped a few pearl-like tears on her cheeks with her sleeve, and said yes with a sob.

Still opening her mouth to speak, Su Mumu found that her voice was really mute this time. It was all because she had hurt her throat by howling too hard. However, if the play could be performed like this, these veterans would naturally believe in their true identity even more. It's a good boost.

"Prince, please don't be overly sad. Someone comes and sends the imperial doctor to diagnose and treat the prince immediately."

Afraid of revealing her identity after checking her pulse, Su Mumu looked at Queen Xihe nervously.

Covering her face with her wide sleeves, she secretly glanced at Su Mumu. Su Mumu immediately understood.

After a while, a man dressed in white came into the hall, bowed and then walked towards the dragon couch where Su Mumu was.

"How could it be you?"

Her eyes were fixed on the person coming. If it weren't for the human skin mask, Su Mumu's surprised expression might have revealed all the secrets.

"I, Jiang Yeli, have met His Highness the Crown Prince and asked him to move to the side hall. After His Highness the Crown Prince calms down, I can also check for the Crown Prince's pulse."

After speaking confidently, Jiang Yeli bowed and made a gesture of invitation.

Su Mumu stood up from the dragon bed and didn't move for half a day as if sleepwalking.
Chapter completed!