"You're taking advantage of the fire!"

"How can I be!" Sang Min blinked, "It's clear that the Martial King wants it himself."

"I didn't!"

"Oh, well, in that case, then I won't accompany you." Saying that, Sang Min raised his feet and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" Feng Chongwu roared, "How can this king's mansion come if you want to come, and leave if you want!"

Sang Min stopped and turned his head to look at Feng Chongwu: "Martial King, is this annoyed and angry?"

"Hmph." After snorting coldly, Feng Chongwu gritted his teeth and asked, "Say, what do you want?"

"The Martial King is really refreshing." Sang Min smiled and praised, and then slowly spoke: "It's very simple, as long as King Wu agrees to me a few conditions, I will help King Wu get rid of the emperor, and even help you solve it with the Shenghou Mansion."

Hearing Sang Min say this, Feng Chongwu frowned, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "What do you want?"

"King Wu is a person who understands, I believe King Wu must understand what I mean." Sang Min smiled lightly and said, "What I want, the Martial King will definitely be able to do it, but it will take a little time."

Listening to Sang Min's words, Feng Chongwu was even more puzzled, what exactly did this guy want.

Seeing Feng Chongwu's puzzled look, Sang Min couldn't help but chuckle: "You don't have to worry about it, you'll know when the matter is successful." But you'd better not play tricks during this time, or you'll ......."

Sang Min's words came to an abrupt end, but the threat was very obvious, Feng Chongwu naturally understood the meaning of his words, and his face changed unpredictably.

"Alright, I'll go first." Sang Min waved his hand and left in a dashing manner.

Looking at Sang Min's back without hesitation, Feng Chongwu gritted his teeth, his fists creaked, and it took a long time to calm down, Sang Min was the first person who dared to threaten him.

Feng Chongwu's face was gloomy and ugly, but he did feel that this was a good opportunity, although Sang Min's request was a little strange, it was not too harsh conditions, but it was easy for him to do.

It's just that what makes him uneasy is why Sang Min appeared in the palace at this time, he always felt that something was wrong, so he didn't agree immediately, but the situation in front of him forced him to do it as soon as possible.

"This father has been sitting on the throne for too long, it's time for a change!" Feng Chongwu said coldly, revealing a strong killing intent in his tone.

Feng Chongwu stood silently in the courtyard, his seemingly calm expression contained monstrous anger and buried murderous intentions, his knuckles were blue and white due to exertion, and his whole person exuded a cold chill.

Feng Yuanchen successfully entered the palace and saw the emperor under Sheng Zhiyao's concealment: "Grandpa Huang, grandson is back." Feng Yuanchen knelt on the ground and respectfully saluted.

"Hmm." The emperor, who was sitting in front of the bookcase and flipping through the folds, looked up at him, his eyes as sharp as a blade: "Hmph, I thought you weren't coming back."

Feng Yuanchen lowered his head and did not speak.

The emperor put down the red pen in his hand and slammed it on the inkstone: "Bastard, I'm still here, you are in a hurry to take revenge."

"Grandpa Huang, grandson knows his mistake, but he ...... it"

The emperor interrupted Feng Yuanchen's words and roared angrily, "But what, Feng Chongwu is not a straw bag, you are simply hitting a stone with an egg."

"Grandpa, I'm ......"

The emperor slapped the table and said angrily, "Enough, shut up for me! The imperial grandfather was also at fault back then, do you want to count the imperial grandfather together?"

"Grandpa Huang's anger is at ease." Feng Yuanchen immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Grandson definitely doesn't mean that, I hope you don't misunderstand."

"Hmph." The emperor snorted coldly: "What kind of virtue are you, how can I not know, don't think that I don't know what you think in your heart."

Feng Yuanchen lowered his head and didn't say anything more.

"Have you really decided?" The emperor stared at Feng Yuanchen and said, "You have to think clearly, although Feng Chongwu is my eldest son, he is also scheming, although he has stayed in the fief for so many years, he is actually strengthening himself, if you rashly contact him, you will definitely suffer."

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Chongwu's expression changed slightly, and the emperor's reminder was true: "However, I finally waited for him to return to Beijing, and I can't watch the murderers of my mother and my grandfather's family go unpunished."

"Ugh." Seeing Feng Yuanchen's resolute attitude, the emperor picked up the red pen again to write, and only after a while sighed and said: "Since you have decided, the imperial grandfather will not stop you, but all this still depends on yourself, the imperial grandfather can only help so much, although I also think that my son is not like me at all."

As he spoke, the emperor shook his head and continued to write, ignoring Feng Yuanchen who was kneeling on the ground.

Feng Yuanchen had mixed feelings in his heart, it was not that he didn't understand the emperor's love for him, and he didn't know that the emperor had broken his heart for him, but Feng Chongwu was too powerful, if he didn't prepare earlier, he would be devoured by Feng Chongwu sooner or later.

"Grandpa Huang, it's normal for him to be like you, he's not your eldest son in the first place." Sheng Zhiyao stood aside and whispered.

Hearing this, the emperor stopped his pen and turned to look at Sheng Zhiyao in surprise, and then his face became gloomy: "Zhiyao, what are you talking about?"

"Grandpa, I'm not lying." Sheng Zhiyao said seriously, "Although I can't give you conclusive evidence, he is indeed not your eldest prince Feng Chongwu, to be exact, the soul is not."

After listening to Sheng Zhiyao's words, the emperor stood in place in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses, and glared at Sheng Zhiyao with a blue face: "What you said is true?"

Sheng Zhiyao nodded seriously: "This matter is true, he used the secret medicine of the Wu Clan, and he is not Feng Chongwu at all."

"Witch Elixir?" Hearing Sheng Zhiyao's explanation, the emperor suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself, "Fortunately, fortunately not."

"Why is Grandpa Huang lucky?" Sheng Zhiyao asked suspiciously.

The emperor didn't answer Sheng Zhiyao's question, but just immersed himself in his own world and muttered, "It turned out to be the Wu Clan! No wonder, no wonder."

The emperor's expression was a little dazed, and Sheng Zhiyao screamed twice worriedly, but he still didn't see any reaction from the emperor.

Sheng Zhiyao felt anxious for a while, she stepped forward and stretched out her hand to push the emperor, and shouted anxiously, "Grandpa Huang, are you okay?"

The Emperor was still immersed in his own world, and there was no reaction.

After a while, the emperor came back to his senses, and suddenly found that Sheng Zhiyao was looking at him worriedly, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "It's okay, Grandpa Huang is just a little tired."

Seeing the emperor's appearance, Sheng Zhiyao didn't dare to ask any more questions, and said worriedly: "Since you are not feeling well, why don't I accompany you back to the dormitory to rest."

"No, I don't." The Emperor refused, "I'm just a little tired, don't worry, go back."