Duan Qilin's eyes were slightly red and he slowly fell down, but he never shed tears.

His feelings for Duan Xingzhi are quite complicated.

Although he was obviously his biological father, because the two rarely got along, the grief and anger in his heart never reached the point where he could cry.

The palace maids in the bedroom all knelt down in panic.

The only person who was still standing was the old man with a sword in the gray robe.

He is the deputy palace master of the Pojun Academy, and his swordsmanship is second only to the Pojun Palace Master. His swordsmanship has long been cultivated to the pinnacle of the pinnacle. His martial arts cultivation has also reached the late stage of Zhenwu.

Although Duan Qilin has good martial arts cultivation, he is still here, and there are still many people in the world who can kill him. He went from Shu to Ruojun Academy, and there is no reason not to send strong people to protect him.

Duan Qilin was too important to Shuzhong and Dali. He inherited too many expectations.

If it weren't for the Lord of Pojun, he would still stay in Shu to intimidate Jie Lisan, maybe he would personally escort Duan Qilin into the truth.

People like Dali are not afraid to compete with Duan Qilin for the throne on the surface, but if Duan Qilin dares to take the lead alone, he will most likely not be able to escape the result of being assassinated.

Only such a peerless strong man in the late stage of Zhenwu can cut off those people's minds.

"Prepare the state funeral..."

After a while of silence, Duan Qilin suddenly spoke. Then he stood up and walked outside.

The concubines heard the crying inside the house, and were kneeling outside the house in shock at this time.

When they saw Duan Qilin's green boots with golden silk auspicious clouds, they didn't dare to look up.

But unexpectedly, Duan Qilin spoke coldly, "Father is weak, you are all at fault. So let's bury them all for your father!"

The concubines all turned pale in an instant.

They knew that they had no foundation to covet the power of Dali, and they also felt very honest, but they never thought that Duan Qilin would still want to kill them.

Could it be that the few weak women are just in the eyes of His Highness the Crown Prince whom he had never met before?

However, no one dared to question Duan Qilin directly at this time.

These concubines just cried and asked Duan Qilin to spare their lives. If they dare to question, there is really no possibility of survival.

Even a concubine raised her head, her pear blossoms were raining, and her red lips were bitten lightly.

There is no need to speculate on the meaning in that look.

Nowadays, it is not strange that you will be the father and take the position of brother, and leave your father or elder brother's concubine in the palace to continue to be a concubine.

Although these people serve Duan Xingzhi, there are two of them who are not as old as Duan Qilin. They only entered the palace in the past two years, and they were favored by Duan Xingzhi because of their natural beauty. They have strong confidence in their appearance. If they are willing to enjoy themselves, perhaps His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will continue to keep them.

But unfortunately, Duan Qilin's expression did not move at all, but a more gloomy light appeared in his eyes.

He snorted softly, then stepped out of the threshold and walked out.

The deputy palace master of the gray-robed Pojun who had been following him silently drew his sword silently. With a sword, the bloodshot appeared in the throats of several concubines, and their expressions stopped suddenly, and then they fell to the ground dejectedly.

Duan Qilin didn't look back, but seemed to know what happened later. He just said to the eunuchs who were kneeling in the courtyard outside: "Several imperial concubines followed the emperor and buried the imperial tomb with the emperor."

Then he walked straight to the tree in the yard and stood there with his hands on his back, stopping talking.

Even if he could even give up Yu Linglong's stunning beauty to Zhao Bing, what are these imperial concubines?

Of course, the main reason for Duan Qilin to kill them is naturally not because he looks down on them.

These concubines may be women with no power to tie up, no children, and no hope of imperial power. However, the families behind them may not be truly honest.

Duan Qilin killed them to conquer the families of relatives behind them.

He is promoting his confidence.

If you dare to have any unfair intentions, let’s try it. I, Duan Qilin, can kill the imperial concubines in your clan, and can also destroy your entire clan.

On this day, Dali seemed to be calm, but in secret, there was a surging clouds.

Those great relatives and relatives were all in their hearts, so they wanted to tear Duan Qilin into pieces.

But in the end, no one dared to touch Duan Qilin's brow.

In the capital and in the palace, the imperial guards are not decorations. Whoever dares to make a move, these guards will be able to run to their mansion immediately to start a massacre.

The news of Duan Xingzhi's death spread, which made the already bleak Dali capital, which was once sad, suddenly felt even more sad.

Although Duan Xingzhi has not been able to expand his territory in the past few years, he has not had any major mistakes. The people in the country are still living a stable life, and he is truly sad about his death.

Shortly after the death was spread, rumors spread among the people. The former emperor had his descendants, but now he has returned from other places and is ready to ascend the throne to the great treasure.

These rumors were naturally spread by Duan Qilin.

People in the court know his existence, but the people may not know it. Only in this way can he not appear abrupt as he ascends the throne at that time.

This is probably why he did not ascend the throne immediately.

If the people knew his existence, he could have summoned all the ministers to discuss the throne at the moment Duan Xingzhi passed away.

It can't be said to be a discussion, maybe no one dares to have any objections. Duan Qilin still has this confidence.

Not long after that, Duan Qilin appeared in front of all civil and military officials as the prince of Dali. He personally organized Duan Xingzhi's funeral.

Duan Xingzhi was posthumously named Emperor Pingzong Shensheng Xiaozhang.

When reading Duan Xingzhi's posthumous title, Duan Qilin also officially took over the imperial seal symbolizing imperial power from his father-in-chief.

In the square in front, all the civil and military officials in Dali knelt down.

With military power in hand, Duan Qilin ascended the throne and treasure has become a foregone conclusion. At this moment, they are afraid that just thinking about how to continue to maintain their status is enough to cause trouble. It is impossible to seize power.

Only a few days later.

The capital of Dali is covered with snow, just like the scene when Li Wangyuan of Western Xia was buried.

Duan Xingzhi was covered in white and led all civil and military officials to send Duan Xingzhi's coffin into the imperial tomb. No one cared about the several imperial concubines who were buried with him.

Everyone could see that Duan Qilin wanted to intimidate his relatives. If he attacked him at this time, he would be self-destruction.

At this time, the news of Duan Xingzhi's death naturally spread to the Song Dynasty, Western Xia, Yuan Dynasty and other countries.

Such news cannot be concealed at all, and Duan Qilin has no intention of concealing it.

In Changsha City.

At this time, it had not snowed in Changsha, but the coolness was very cunning.

The coldness in the south is different from the northern one, just like the silent immersion of southern dialect, and the same is true for this coldness. It can always be soaked directly into the bones.

However, Zhao Dongting's imperial study room was warm and charming.

When the palace was established, although the economy was in short supply, there were still several ground dragons on the basement of the palace. In this cold season, countless charcoals were piled up in the ground dragons. Although it could not make the palace feel warm everywhere, the imperial study room, the emperor's and the queen mother's bedroom, and those important yamen would never feel the coolness.

At this moment, Zhao Dongting sat cross-legged on the bed in the imperial study room. On the desk in front of him, piles of memorials and secret letters were placed as usual.

Although he gave the power to the Ministry of State, these memorials would still be sent here to him for his review. Whether to read it or not is his own business.

Zhao Dongting read some of these memorials, but some of them did not read some of them. However, those secret letters have never been missed.

He has roughly decided the development direction of the entire country. If Lu Xiufu and others are worried, he doesn't need to worry too much. His main focus is on fighting against foreign enemies.

In this way, these secret letters are more important to him than memorials.

He picked up a secret letter on the table and opened it. Zhao Dongting had just glanced over, and his expression was slightly stunned and he murmured to himself, "Is Duan Xingzhi dead?"

This made Le Chan, who was next to him, unable to help but look at the secret letter in his hand.

Duan Xingzhi was the king of Dali, and his death could not be considered a trivial matter for this war-torn world.

The king of a country is enough to influence the direction of a dynasty.

"Duan Qilin..."

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Dongting's face showed an inexplicable look.

The secret letter said that His Highness the Crown Prince of Dali entered the country from Shu, took over the imperial seal, and ascended the throne was a foregone conclusion.

Duan Qilin, Zhao Dongting had never seen or heard of it. But at this moment, he could undoubtedly guess his identity.

A smile suddenly came out from the corner of his mouth, and Zhao Dongting murmured to himself again, "Duan Qilin... You are finally willing to come to the open..."
Chapter completed!