I insist

Chapter 252: The Winged King of the Fiefdom

The news that the crown prince and the empress had been deposed spread instantly.

On the throne room.

Many officials in the court looked at the emperor's sudden recovery and exchanged bewildered glances, all knowing full well that this was a situation orchestrated by the emperor.

They understood even more clearly that this was a trap deliberately set by the Emperor for the Crown Prince, all to see him fall into the trap the Emperor had laid.

They had to admit that the Emperor was unusually preoccupied today.

The emperor glanced at the eunuch beside him, who immediately understood and stepped forward, raising the imperial edict in his hand and reading its contents aloud.

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: The Crown Prince's previous crimes have been deemed for leniency by His Majesty, who will not pursue them. He will only relinquish the title of Crown Prince and instead bestow upon him the title of Prince of the Wing, granting him a fiefdom. This is the imperial decree!"

All eyes were on the Crown Prince standing in the center of the hall. They watched him lower his head, kneel down, accept the imperial edict, and turn around. There was no resentment or complaint on his face, only indifference, as if he had already accepted his fate.

This left them unsure of his true thoughts.

Meanwhile, the Wing King's followers fell silent. They were very glad that they hadn't come out and made a scene while the Wing King was in charge of the country. Fortunately, they had suspected that there must be something fishy going on.

Thinking of this, they breathed a sigh of relief and were even more grateful that the Wing King had not revealed all of them.

But the thought that he would go to his fiefdom and become the Prince of Yi meant that they would lose the protection of the Crown Prince in the court, and the situation changed instantly.

This put them in a difficult position; they already had almost no princes, and now...

They looked at each other, their eyes showing difficulty.

Now all we can do is wait for the Emperor to be old and vigorous, and for him to give birth to a few more princes.

The Emperor didn't say a word about it. The Empress's words made him ponder for a long time, but the feeling of guilt only stayed in his heart for a moment, and after that moment, he had no other thoughts.

When the Wing King left, Song Miqiu and Yu Huailin went to the city gate to see him off.

As the two of them stood at the city gate, watching Prince Yi prepare to board his carriage, Song Miqiu called out to him, ran to his side, and instinctively said, "Crown Prince..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Crown Prince interrupted him, saying, "I am now just a minor Prince of the Wing, there is no need to address me like that."

Song Miqiu scratched her cheek playfully. She took out the bottle of poison from her pouch, intending to return it to the other party. "I did not follow His Highness Prince Yi's instructions before, so I suppose this poison should be returned to its rightful owner."

Upon hearing this, the other party lowered his head and focused his gaze on the poison. The Wing King paused, remained silent for a long time, and then continued, "This poison is of no use to me."

"The palace is full of people and treacherous schemes, so it's good that Physician Song has this poison for self-defense."

Out of the corner of his eye, Yi Wang saw Yu Huailin walking quickly toward him. He smiled and waved to Yu Huailin.

As Yu Huailin strode up to him, the Wing King clenched his fist and punched Yu Huailin in the chest. "Thank you for the information you provided earlier, but I suppose I can no longer be your Crown Prince."

Yu Huailin fell silent, unsure of what to say.

When Yi Wang heard someone calling him, he turned around, smiled, and exchanged a few words with the person across the distance before turning to look at Song Miqiu and Yu Huailin.

"You two do have a conscience, coming to see me off. It's no wonder I valued you so much before." King Yi couldn't help but sigh with emotion, thinking of all the men under his command before.

Only Song Miqiu and Yu Huailin are here to see me off.

Ultimately, it was his own poor judgment in choosing people and his lack of caution that led to his current predicament. However, this experience is not necessarily a bad thing for him.

Watching Prince Yi leave, Song Miqiu felt a complex mix of emotions. A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips as she glanced at Yu Huailin and said sarcastically, "How could I possibly make the Emperor happy? This outcome is not suitable for him."

Yu Huailin glanced at Song Miqiu subconsciously, raising his eyebrows with amusement.

There were no palace people around, so the two of them stood closer together. He leaned down slightly, bringing his head close to Song Miqiu's face, and asked with amusement, "What do you want to do?"

Song Miqiu rolled her eyes, beckoned to Yu Huailin with her finger, signaling him to lower his head, and whispered a few words in Yu Huailin's ear.

midnight.

Qingzhi appeared on the roof of the post station.

He quietly entered the place where the Wing King was resting, strode to the bedside, and when he lifted the bed curtain, he found that the Wing King was not in bed.

Seeing this, Qingzhi frowned. He turned around and saw Yi Wang raise the object in his hand and smash it forcefully in his direction.

He found it somewhat amusing. Qingzhi hadn't expected that the Wing King wouldn't want to leave with him so easily. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he said sharply to the Wing King, "Looks like you still want to suffer a bit!"

He dodged the attack from the Wing King, gripped his sword, and taking advantage of the fact that the sword was still sheathed and could not harm the Wing King, Qingzhi smashed it directly at several parts of the Wing King's body.

At the same time, he was still not satisfied. After smashing the man, he saw Yi Wang curled up on the ground in pain, about to call for help. Qing Zhi immediately pulled out a piece of cloth and stuffed it into the man's mouth, thus silencing him from calling for help.

The Wing King originally wanted to retaliate, but the opponent directly paralyzed his limbs, making him sore that he had no chance to fight back, like a fish being slaughtered.

He stood there, looking down at the Wing King writhing madly on the ground. Qing Zhi chuckled and strode up to the Wing King, then stopped and lightly slapped the Wing King's face a few times.

"Why are you so stubborn, Wing King, that you have to suffer?"

Listening to the other party's words, Wing King gradually relaxed his guard. He could sense that the other party did not seem to be particularly hostile towards him.

Thinking of this, his struggling thoughts gradually subsided. The Wing King stared straight at Qing Zhi, perhaps wanting to see what the other party was up to.

Qingzhi pulled the Wing King up from the ground, turned his back, and pulled the Wing King onto his back.

Despite the Wing King's immense weight, he was extremely light to Qing Zhi, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, and he quickly lifted him off the ground.

Before being taken away, the Wing King watched as Qing Zhi took out a tinderbox from his pocket and rubbed it to make a flame. He was instantly excited, after all, there were other people in the post station.

Sensing the other person's agitated emotions, Qingzhi turned to smile at them and said with amusement, "Don't worry, I won't hurt them. When I came here, I deliberately left a loophole for those little thugs who opened the door, so that they would notice this place."