Kriza XVI watched his son's back walk out of the room, and never looked back, he let out a long sigh, his chest so depressed that he almost suffocated, and this sluggish feeling made him cough violently.

This time, he coughed harder than ever, as if his chest was going to be torn open.

Until a broad, warm hand caressed his old back and helped him caress it gently.

Kriza looked up, but it was Prince Cork sitting on the edge of his bed, silently watching him.

"Ah, it's you......" Kriza XVI sighed secretly in his heart, although his eldest son was ugly and very disliked by him, but he was low-key and modest, quiet and obscure, gentle and mellow, but a good monarch who kept his manners, and because of this, Kriza XVI never replaced Kok.

But no matter how much he pampered Fernandez, the child was like an immature wolf, alienated from him, while Cork was more like a docile watchdog, standing silently beside him.

Over the years, I haven't spoken to him in private, right?

Kriza XVI felt a pang of guilt in his heart, he stretched out his withered hand, grabbed Cork's forearm, and just wanted to say a few thoughtful words to stabilize his mind, but as soon as his hand grabbed Cork's arm, he felt that his eldest son was trembling slightly in his arm, as if his heart was stirring nervous.

The old emperor, who was accustomed to seeing storms and battles in the palace, immediately became alert, why was he so nervous about his son, and why did the guards not report him when he came in?

The old emperor unconsciously raised his head and touched Coke's eyes in the air!

Kriza suddenly stiffened, and his head went blank!

These are a pair of eyes as fiery as hellish flames, full of resentment and hatred, this is a resentment that has accumulated for decades, and once it is provoked, it immediately causes the anger of the heavens.

Kriza and Cork's eyes looked at each other, the air seemed to freeze, the two looked at each other, family affection and tenderness were entangled in the air, and then instantly transformed into bitter hatred!

Kriza trembled uncontrollably, and he felt death seem to perch in Coke's eyes, sneering at him hideously!

Kriza was about to shout when Cork picked up a soft and wide pillow and pressed it against his head.

Cork's face was hideously twisted, he gritted his teeth, his gums grinded and gurgling, and one word after another, full of resentment, popped out from between his teeth: "You found it yourself, don't blame me! Whoever asked you to pamper that wild bastard who is neither big nor small! I have been waiting by your side for decades, but you have never looked at me! You brought it yourself!!"

Kriza didn't know where the strength came from, his hands and feet struggled desperately, pulling, Coke's clothes were pulled by him, his thin fingers were entangled in his clothes like rattans, and the green tendons on the back of his hands were like rolling green snakes.

"Don't struggle, die, die quickly! You provoked everything!!" Cork lowered his voice and roared in a low voice.

Chryza XVI, the wise emperor, like most wise monarchs, fell on the complicated issue of succession.

He originally thought that Fernandez, who he loved the most and the ambitious he was most wary of, would kill him, but what he didn't expect was that it was the eldest son Corke, who had been hiding behind his back in a low voice for decades, and was also the least wary of himself!

Kriza saw through his son, Cork is more than a well-guarded person, not enterprising, he is not a risk-taking person, his blood is more of his mother's calmness and forbearance, and he looks down on him the most, too old-fashioned character.

However, when Kriza XVI was dying, he realized that he had always mistaken his son, and the only risky thing he had done since he was born was the shocking "killing of the king"!

No matter how humble he is in front of himself, no matter how forbearing, no matter how old he is, no matter how enterprising, he is also a descendant of the royal family after all, and after all, he has the blood of the Kriza royal family flowing in his body!

Kriza didn't have time to regret it, the darkness swallowed him like a whirlpool, and the strength flowed quickly through his body, and his violently struggling body gradually stopped moving.

Cork was sweating profusely and his face was distorted, and although Kriza XVI no longer struggled, Cork still clung his pillow to Kriza's head.

"He's dead...... "Angel said quietly behind Cork at some point, in a cold voice.

When Cork heard this voice, he jumped up nervously, and looked back with a hideous face, and Angel couldn't help but take a step back with this fierce look.

After Cork saw the woman behind him clearly, he calmed down a little, and the hand holding the pillow slowly released, but his eyes were still staring at Angel.

It was this woman who egged him on like a devil to take this step, and now, there was no way for him to turn back!

"Order it at once, my majesty......" Angel said lightly after being frightened by Cork and taking a step back, and immediately regained her composure.

Cork noticed that Angel addressed himself as "Your Majesty" in his words, and wasn't that a word he had always longed to have?

Coke, who was in a state of extreme excitement and nervousness, was suddenly ignited by this word, he took a few deep breaths, then stood tall and said in a deep voice to the door: "Come in!"

With a bang, an officer wearing a silver military uniform and a rattling chain mail on the inside walked in, his face was still stained with a trace of blood, and there was a pool of blood slowly crawling into Kriza's dormitory at the door, and through the open door the two guards could be seen lying in a pool of blood.

The officer knelt down on one knee in front of Cork and listened to Corke's sonorous voice: "Pass my order, seal off the Clark Palace, curfew the whole city, immediately take His Majesty's gold medal and my jade medal, and go to receive the Iron Blood Guards on the outskirts of the city!"

A young officer rushed in at the door, kneeling on one knee: "My Majesty, Tara is here!"

Cork said in a deep voice: "You take my sword and the sword of His Majesty the Emperor, and go to quickly take over the city defense of Garcia, and be sure not to attract the attention of Fernandez!"

The two officers took the order and immediately turned to leave, and Cork shouted in the room, "Thor!"

Thor walked in through the doorway, on one knee.

Cork said in a cold voice: "You take my guards to enter the Clark Palace immediately, anyone who dares to question you, you can be killed on the spot!"

"Yes!" Thor turned and walked away.

Obviously, in order to plan this murder plan, Cork was not inconsiderately prepared, and immediately after the success of the important event in front of him, various backbones of his henchmen entered the bedroom of Chryza XVI like a marquee, and Cork conveyed one order after another like flowing water.

The power group headed by Prince Kok is running at high speed like a sophisticated machine.

And Angel watched all this silently from the sidelines, and even she, the initiator, did not expect that everything in front of her would go so smoothly.

They seemed to have pinpointed the weakest and emptiest moment of His Majesty the Emperor at once, and then gave him the most fatal blow!

"Fernandez, what are you going to do with him?" Angel asked faintly as he watched the last officer walk out of the room.

"Hmph......" Cork heard the name Fernandez, his face suddenly gloomy, he sneered, "He just walked out of the Emperor's bedroom, His Majesty the Emperor died, you said this account, who should I go to? Of course, it was announced that Fernandez was attempting to rebel, and then quickly sent troops to take him down!"

Angel shook his head: "No, this is too risky, if you can't take Fernandez like lightning, then he will activate all his arrangements in the city, and then it will become a situation of confrontation between the two armies!

Angel suddenly smiled: "You've been waiting for decades, do you still care about such a little time?"

Cork looked at the woman in front of him with complicated eyes, this sophisticated and extremely organized coup d'état was almost all planned and formulated by her, she was an outsider who had only been here for a few days, and she could command a huge group to do such an earth-shattering thing, this kind of ability is not amazing!

Although there are reasons for her full support, the kind of courage she has that does not let her eyebrows be shaved is really amazing!

Cork suddenly smiled: "Wait, of course I can! But I can't wait to see my dear brother kneeling in front of me! Also, I can't wait for the day when I will officially ascend the throne! At that time, I am the emperor of this empire, and you are the queen of this empire, hahahaha......"

Cork's wild laughter reverberated through the room, and he suppressed it for so long that it sounded insolent, as if it had come from someone else.

Angel, on the other hand, walked to the windowsill with flickering eyes, lifted the curtains, and looked at the dark clouds in the distance, with mixed feelings.

Step by step, she got closer to what she wanted, but the closer she got to it, the more uneasy and empty she found in her heart, and she could feel that the closer she was to the throne that symbolized her position of power, the farther she was from happiness and from that man.

Where is he now?

Is he okay?

Angel couldn't help but think quietly, and the person stood silently by the windowsill as if he had settled down.

Cork laughed and walked out of the chamber of Chryza XVI, and behind him was the old emperor, who had been dead for a long time, and he never looked back at his father again.

Boom, a flash of lightning flashed through the tumbling dark clouds.

Angel's sexy plump lips opened and closed slightly: "It's going to change the sky......"