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Song Zhu didn't take Song Zheng seriously, and urged Song Yuan to go down. Song Yuan's legs and feet were still a little weak, so she walked down slowly, and when she reached the King of Zhongshan, she didn't dare to show her tiredness, so she gathered her energy and clasped her fists.

"Father."

King Zhongshan turned around and found him, motioned the speaker to back off first, and then looked at her with complicated eyes for a while, although Song Yuan's disobedience made him very annoyed, but in the end it was his youngest son, no matter how angry he was, seeing that she was fine, At the moment, I am also glad in my heart.

"It's good to be safe." He patted Song Yuan on the shoulder: "Take a break, and follow my father into the palace."

Song Yuan obediently agreed, and King Zhongshan left. The fifth elder brother Song Fu took a look at her and followed her without saying a word. Song Zhu stopped and reminded him in a cold voice: "Go and wash your face. Don't be surprised next time."

Song Yuan nodded, and waited for him to leave, then found a place to sit down, rested for a long time, when a soldier came to urge her to enter the palace, she quickly found a place to wash her face and followed.

The fighting at the gate of the city did not affect too many places, but there was still no one on the street. Song Yuan followed behind King Zhongshan, and his father and son rode through the empty street. When they reached the gate of the palace, there were many dead and injured. He was also cleaning, and when he entered the palace gate, Song Chun came out with someone to greet him.

He took the lead to glance at Song Yuan, who was walking at the end, and made sure that she was okay before clasping his fists together: "Father, the prince committed suicide, and all the people in the East Palace will be taken down."

"Well, my son has worked hard." King Zhongshan turned to Song Chun with a gentle and loving expression: "You follow me to pay your respects to the emperor."

He strode toward the inner palace in stride, and Song Chun and others followed. There were bloodstains all along the road. When they arrived at Jiaohuamen, the Sangong and Jiuqing were already waiting here. They also wanted to go in, but the soldiers arranged by Song Chun were guarding , they can't get in at all.

"My lord?" Someone found King Zhongshan, and immediately many people gathered around: "My lord, how is the situation outside?"

King Zhongshan raised his hand slightly to comfort them: "The rebellion has been quelled. Song Zheng falsely preached an imperial decree to confuse the Jingzhao defenders to kill innocent people indiscriminately. They were defeated and fled. The king has already sent people to chase after him. The prince failed to force the palace and committed suicide. This king is about to enter the palace to have an audience with the emperor."

The prince committed suicide?
Everyone was shocked. Although there were countless speculations in their hearts, the crown prince's heart was destructive. Whether he committed suicide or was killed, he died. King Zhongshan is the only one who inherits the great rule. Knowingly offended him.

"My lords, please wait for a while. The crown prince forced the palace. The matter started with me. I want to go in and plead guilty. No matter what the emperor does, I will admit it."

Putting the words aside, regardless of whether other people agreed or not, King Zhongshan entered Jiaohua Gate. Some people had objections, but Song Chun and his party ignored them and followed in.

Sikong grabbed the man, shook his head slightly to signal the other party not to waste his energy, the overall situation was settled, Zhongshan King's polite words were just for show, how could he take it seriously?
They continued to wait in front of Jiao Hua's gate, and Song Yuan looked back at them several times, not sure what King Zhongshan wanted to do by not letting the ministers come in with him.

She had a dull pain in her chest, and she couldn't take it anymore when she walked too fast with King Zhongshan. She slowed down a little and fell behind. Finally, she saw the Taihua Palace and saw the open palace door. Song Yuan immediately quickened her pace to follow.

Song Chun stopped at this moment, and as soon as he stopped, Song Zhu and Song Fu also stopped, and all three of them looked at her. Song Yuan thought that they had a problem with her lagging behind, but Song Chun said: "Yu'er, you don't have to go in, go to the front and watch them clean up the aftermath."

"Ah?" Song Yuan didn't understand, what should she do to clean up the aftermath after they're all here?Can't I invite Ann to go again?

Song Fu lowered his eyes slightly, as if he had thought of something, and said in a deep voice, "Brother told you to go, so you can go."

Song Yuan was reluctant, but they turned their heads and left, not waiting for him at all, so Song Yuan had to leave muttering.

"I said it earlier, I was going to be exhausted, and I still walked such a long way. When I got to the door, let me watch and clean up the aftermath. It's useless to torment me." She rubbed her aching chest and comforted herself: " Forget it, they might be scolded, and my elder brother can be regarded as preventing disaster for me."

Looking at the Jiaohua Gate in front, Song Yuan really didn't want to go out now and be surrounded by a group of people asking about it, so she chose a random direction and walked away first, and sat down in a fairly clean corner. He took out the edict of abdication in his pocket.

She had seen Emperor Taikang's handwriting before, but it was all written a few years ago. Now that people are old with trembling hands, can they really write with such sharp strokes?So when she saw the handwriting on the imperial edict, she also hesitated, not sure if it was the handwriting of Emperor Taikang.

However, it is good that the imperial edict has not been circulated, otherwise the prince's coercion of the palace will be taken for granted, and the palace will become the passive one instead.

She folded the imperial edict and stuffed it into her bosom, thinking whether to give it to the King of Zhongshan or find a place to burn it. Just as she was thinking, the death knell suddenly sounded, and Song Yuan was shaken all over, and almost pricked up her ears to listen.

"The emperor has passed away." Outside the palace alley, someone rushed to report urgently.

Song Yuan didn't react for a while, how could it be possible?How could Emperor Taikang die by such a coincidence?Could it be that she was hit by today's sudden incident because she was getting old, so...impossible, when she went to see Emperor Taikang, the old man was still fine.

Before Song Yuan could figure it out, her legs and feet had already rushed outside on her own initiative. She ran towards Taihua Hall, and the road she had walked many times was extremely long at the moment. She felt that she had run for a long time to arrive, but she was at the gate I froze all over, and refused to go in no matter what.

Soon, the ministers also arrived, they had the same reaction as Song Yuan, they didn’t believe it, they didn’t understand, Sangong went straight into the Taihua Hall, inside, King Zhongshan’s cry was extremely sad, and those who didn’t go in were all the same as Song Yuan Waiting for news outside.

Song Chun came out, his red circle was red, and his voice was choked up: "The emperor was forced to kill by the prince."

In just a few words, everyone was hit once again. Song Yuan looked at Song Chun in disbelief. She suddenly understood why Song Chun wanted to dismiss her.

She knew very well that even if she followed in, she would not be able to stop King Zhongshan who already had the idea of ​​killing his father, but Emperor Taikang, who had been telling her just now, suddenly disappeared, and her conscience was really sorry.

Killing the father, killing the king, these two words that she had only seen in books, appeared in front of her so abruptly, it was hard for her to accept it, at this moment, the words of etiquette, benevolence and filial piety that she had learned in the past became a joke .

"Your Majesty." Someone knelt down in pain, Song Yuan gave a numb look, she couldn't cry, she felt ridiculed, disgusted, and cold, but in the midst of crying, she could only choose to kneel down.