"Just now, the tea in front of the palace just now was poisonous!" A head of the house said through gritted teeth.

Not all of the people who came to watch the ceremony were wealthy families in the capital, but also the heads of wealthy families from all over Xinghua, some of whom even arrived in the capital last night, even if Lu Aochen had great ability, it was impossible to poison them all. Only when they were waiting in front of the palace before, they all drank the tea in the imperial dining room, and that was also Lu Aochen's only chance to be poisoned.

In this way, there is Lu Aochen's internal response in the palace! Everyone's hearts sank at the same time.

Brush, the snow flashes all around, and the spears are like a forest! The killing intent of a spear with a handle filled with holy qi was clear, and it was against the vital points of the heads of various families and civil and military officials.

All around, there were even more cold stars, and tens of thousands of long arrows were on the bowstring at the same time, and the cold arrow tips pointed directly at the crowd in the audience.

"Subordinates participate in His Highness!" A military general with black armor came to Lu Aochen's side and saluted respectfully. This military general is the commander of the Praetorian Guard: Mu Qingyun!

"Mu Qingyun, you dare to betray Your Majesty and betray Xinghua!" Although his body was highly poisonous, an old minister still shouted angrily.

"The Yuanlong lineage is also the orthodoxy of my Xinghua Room, and this throne should have been passed to the hands of the Yuanlong lineage. Mu Qingyun said disappreciably.

The old minister's cultivation was not high, but after being poisoned, not only was his whole body weak, but his internal organs were even more like knives, and he pointed at Mu Qingyun with a trembling face full of anger, and he was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

The entire Fengzen platform became a dead silence.

No one thought that Mu Qingyun, as the commander of the Praetorian Guard, would betray His Majesty. Now the civil and military officials, the heads of various families and the entourage guards are highly poisonous, although there are some strong people in the audience, but in the face of the most elite forbidden army in Xinghua Kingdom, who can turn the tide?

Could it be that the Xinghua throne really fell into the hands of Lu Aochen like this? His ambition is not concealed at all, if he is really allowed to seize the throne, the Xinghua Kingdom will definitely perish!

"You have no choice, Your Majesty, what belongs to my Yuanlong lineage still belongs to my Yuanlong lineage after all." The corners of Lu Aochen's mouth rose and he walked towards Haotian Sword. When the word "Your Majesty" is spoken, it is full of sarcasm. After today, His Majesty of Xinghua Kingdom is him, and the throne will always belong to him Yuanlong!

In the audience, everyone showed a sad look, and now, it is obvious that no one can stop Lu Aochen, whether His Majesty wants it or not, the throne will eventually change hands, and the Xinghua Kingdom will also fall into war again and go to the abyss like 10,000 years ago.

"Really?" His Majesty puffed up his chest and looked directly at Lu Aochen, although his face was full of exhaustion, he couldn't see the slightest sadness, his waist was still straight, and his expression was still so resolute.

In the past two hundred years, he has been like a towering tree, supporting the foundation of Xinghua for tens of thousands of years, sheltering hundreds of millions of Li people, and at this moment, even if everyone is subject to Lu Aochen, even if his life is coming to an end, he will still not fall and will not bow to anyone.

He slowly stood up, his fingers gripping the hilt of the sword, and though the fingers were so thin and withering like his life, they were still so powerful.

"Well, for the sake of the royal family, I will give you the dignity of being the king of a country, and also make you Yuan Ming convincing!" Lu Aochen stopped.