Jiang Chuan's steps were carried into the Qianqing Gate, and a group of eunuchs and palace maids stood in the courtyard, kneeling down to greet them under the leadership of the head of the Qianqing Palace.

Bai Mu arranged a team of personal guards to take over the Qianqing Gate as usual, and those emperor's guards were all collected and rushed aside. These people were nervous and trembling, panicked and uneasy, thinking that King Qin had come to force the palace.

Jiang Chuan stepped down, glanced around, and didn't see the emperor. Although he had never seen the emperor, he knew what the emperor should look like.

"Grandpa Wei, let everyone go down, I want to have a good chat with the emperor, I don't want to be disturbed." Jiang Chuan glanced back at Wei Zhongxian, who was following behind him.

Wei Zhongxian's face hesitated, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped talking.

Jiang Chuan understood his thoughts, and smiled slightly: "I know what you're worried about. Rest assured, this king has always disliked breaking his word. As long as we talk well, the emperor is still the emperor, and you are still your ancestor. ”

Wei Zhongxian hurriedly knelt down, and said with a little trembling voice: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your great kindness. ”

Jiang Chuan ignored him anymore, looked at the magnificent and tall Qianqing Palace in front of him, stood quietly for a while, and then walked towards the top of the steps.

Wei Zhongxian hurriedly waved his hand and whispered to let those palace maids and eunuchs hide aside, and when someone hesitated, Tie Wei's cold gaze swept over, and they instantly became actioners.

Regarding seeing the emperor, Jiang Chuan's mood is actually a little complicated. Although he didn't have the concept of a monarch and a father and son in his mind, after all, he still had the identity of a courtier.

But when he thought of the identity of the courtier, Jiang Chuan himself smiled. None of the things he is doing now are what a courtier should do, all of them are acts of transgression.

If nothing else, just say that leading troops directly into the palace is almost equivalent to rebellion.

So since it's done, there's no need to be embarrassed. He was here to steal that seat.

The area of the main hall of the Qianqing Palace is naturally not as large as the scale of the three major halls such as the Taihe Hall in front, but the area is not small.

There is a golden dragon chair on the three steps directly north of the main hall, and the back and deputy hands are carved five-clawed golden dragons with flying scrolls.

The emperor sat on this dragon chair, he wore a crown of wings, a bright yellow dragon robe, his back was straight, his face looked a little nervous, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the entrance of the main hall.

He heard the sound of slow, steady footsteps ascending the steps and walking towards the main hall.

He thought that this should be the mighty King of Qin, and he was both curious and inexplicably jealous of this person.

On weekdays, he usually receives his courtiers in the East Warm Pavilion or the West Warm Pavilion, but today he feels that he must meet the King of Qin in the main hall, maybe this will make him feel that he will not lose the majesty of the emperor.

He wondered why no eunuch and palace maid came in to tell him, where Wei Zhongxian went, why everything was quiet, only the slow but firm footsteps rang in his heart one after another, like a slow and heavy war drum, making his heart beat faster, and the whole person couldn't help but become more nervous.

He wanted to speak, and even wanted to scream to vent the nervousness in his heart, but the majesty of the emperor made him not make any sound, but continued to stare closely at the door of the main hall, as if he would fail if he made a sound.

Finally, a figure came up from the steps and stood at the entrance of the main hall.

The sun shone in through the door of the main hall, and the emperor saw a tall, solid figure, but he could not see the man's face clearly.

He knew that that must be the Qin King Jiang Chuan, and he was really very tall.

He waited for him to bow down and say long live, but as time passed, the figure remained silent, and there was no intention of saluting him, the emperor, as if he was looking at him.

Time passed slowly, and the anticipation and excitement in the emperor's heart gradually turned into dissatisfaction, anger, and anger began to ferment rapidly in his heart.

No courtier had ever dared to do this to him, and no courtier had ever dared to be so rude in front of him.

Yuan Chonghuan is a veteran of the two dynasties and has made great achievements, but what can he do, in the end, he didn't die so miserably?

Zhou Yunyi slandered the court, slandered himself, the emperor, what can he do if he has a clear name in the court, and he was beaten to death at noon gate with a board?

Wen Tiren, Zhou Tingru, which of these people is not a famous minister in the world, but haven't they all been dusted?

No matter how broken the world is, it is also mine! After all, I am still the emperor of the Ming Dynasty and the master of this world, and no one can despise my majesty.

All those who despise my majesty have already paid the price, and neither can you, King Qin! Don't forget, you, the King of Qin, are still sealed. I can make you king, I can make you a commoner, and I can make you a prisoner!

The young emperor was furious at this silent contempt of Jiang Chuan, the king of Qin, and he felt that his majesty as emperor was completely offended, and his anger was rapidly accumulating like a volcanic ferment, and his anger was about to completely break the embankment of his sanity.

He had almost forgotten who the man in front of him was, and what was the difference between the man in front of him and the courtiers who had succumbed to his imperial power.

Maybe he didn't forget, but he didn't understand the person in front of him. He thought that he accepted his canonization, and in response to his edict of King Qin, he came from Liaodong with soldiers and horses, that is, he accepted the identity of a courtier.

But he didn't understand, since the person in front of him came to this world, he never thought of being someone else's courtier. His goal was to make all the people who lived in the world where the sun could shine become his courtiers.

The Emperor's face turned red, as red as a roasted lobster, his hand tightly grasped the dragon chair deputy engraved with a golden dragon, the green tendons on the back of his hand bulging, and his eyes stared at the man below.

If the eyes could kill, the Qin King Jiangchuan must have been burned by the emperor's angry gaze.

Just as the Emperor's anger was about to erupt, the following man spoke:

"I know you must be angry, angry right now, because you feel that I have flouted your majesty as emperor, right?"

Jiang Chuan's tone was very flat, as flat as two people doing a homely conversation, and the voice passed through the empty hall and fell into the emperor's ears, making him stunned, and the anger that was about to erupt suddenly stuck in his mouth, staring at the man with wide eyes, unable to say a word.