Seeing his subordinates fall one by one, the situation in the palace could not be clearer, Commander Yao secretly gritted his teeth, and faintly retreated in his heart.

If he had stopped it in time, he and his brothers in the army might have a chance to survive.

If he continues to fight like this, I am afraid that there is only one way to die for him and his brothers.

Commander Yao's mind floated, sitting in his chair, and Qian Yuyun, who was attending the dinner with Han Mingche tonight, beckoned to one of the guards standing beside him.

When the guard saw this, he approached her and bowed down.

Qian Yuyun whispered a few words to the man, his eyes flashed, the man hugged his fist, and stood up straight and retreated.

At this moment, at the gate of the hall, Master Su, who had disappeared for a while, pushed Han Chengjin and walked in.

"Stop it!" The majestic and solemn voice rippled in the hall, and the noisy hall was silent for a moment.

Listening to the familiar voice that they had not heard for a long time, the officials couldn't react for a while, and looked towards the palace gate in a daze.

After seeing Han Chengjin sitting upright in a wheelchair, and the queen behind him who was being held to his neck with a knife, all the officials were stunned for a moment, and then they all reacted to what was going on.

Those ministers who obeyed the orders were a little panicked.

Looking at the current situation, Han Mingche has obviously been defeated, and he has been completely defeated.

Waiting for them, I don't know what will happen.

Hancheng Jin doesn't have so much spare time to care about what those ministers are thinking.

Passing over the living people in the hall and the hideous corpses of the dead, his eyes were fixed on the people on the jade steps with stiff bodies and faces like frost and snow.

"Che'er, how long are you going to be confused?"

"Now that you're gone, why don't you catch it?"

Han Mingche's muscles were tense, and he felt a cold air drilling into his body from head to toe.

Before tonight, before the people of the Riding Camp appeared, he had never thought that he would be defeated.

However, at this moment, the bloody facts are in front of him, and he can't be allowed not to believe that he is really defeated.

The worst result of defeat is a dead word.

Who in this world can escape a dead word?

It's just that sooner or later is different, and the way to die is different.

Thinking about it, he felt that everything seemed to be no big deal, and his tense muscles relaxed.

"Huh! Confused? He sneered, a mockery on his face.

"If it weren't for your father's injustice, no matter how hard I tried, you never thought of passing on the throne to me, how could I do such an unforgivable foolish thing?"

Han Chengjin disagreed, and his face was cold.

"According to you, or am I wrong?"

Han Mingche snorted, although he didn't say it, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Han Chengjin glanced at him and said, "In my life, there are not many heirs, and the princes under my knees add up, and there are only four in total." ”

"Each of you is my son, and you are all of the royal blood of the Southern Qi Dynasty, and you are all qualified to inherit the unification, and more than one of you wants to inherit the dragon chair under me."

"You say that I am unfair, so now, it is up to you to tell me to whom I should pass on the throne. Pass it to you? Or a few of your brothers? And what is the reason? ”

Han Mingche stared at him, his gaze did not avoid.

"Nature is the inhabitant of the capable!"

"You also say that the capable live in it, but in my opinion, you have more ability, but you are too eager for quick success, Jun'er's character and talent are far above you, and you are more suitable to inherit the unification than you." Hancheng Jin said.