Chapter 286 Does Yan Yunxiao still have a backup plan?

Heavy rain fell all night, blocking the pursuit and providing cover for the evacuation of Yan Yunxiao and others.

Until dawn the next day, there were no more traces of them in the mountains.

The streets of the Imperial City have been deserted for two days, and there is no life at all.

The tense and solemn atmosphere rendered this bustling capital like a dead city.

until noon.

A low-key and luxurious carriage was driving on the street, followed by two groups of people, both holding gongs and beating them very rhythmically.

The sound of gongs resounded throughout the streets, and the buzzing shook the sky.

The neighbors all looked out from the open windows and saw a sign with the totem "Qian" hanging in front of the carriage, swinging in the wind.

Someone said, "It's Qian's carriage."

"Qianfu?"

Everyone came out of their homes one after another and watched Qian's carriage heading towards the city gate tower.

The Qian family was an aristocratic family in the imperial capital. Long before the late emperor succeeded to the throne, Mr. Qian entered the court as an official.

He has served the Yan Dynasty for more than fifty years.

Qian Lao is now the Prime Minister of the country and is already seventy years old. His reputation as a virtuous person has spread far and wide, and he is respected by all students and officials.

It is precisely this kind of prestige and wealth that allows the common people to dare to go out, follow him on the streets, and follow him closely.

I don’t know that such a big thing happened in the Imperial City. Is there any other incident that caused Mr. Qian to come forward at this time?

When they arrived at the city gate tower, a large crowd of common people had gathered behind the carriage.

The military guards were also confused and followed Zhou Xuan at the outermost perimeter, constantly looking inside.

Without orders, he would not dare to take action easily.

If he had even the slightest disrespect towards this respected veteran, he would probably be drowned in spittle by everyone in the world.

After the carriage stopped, a young boy opened the curtain, and the pale hair of Mr. Gan appeared in everyone's field of vision. His bun was neatly combed and meticulous.

When he came out, he held a bright yellow scroll in his arms.

Many scholars and scholars stood still, bowed their hands, and saluted Mr. Qian.

Qian Lao has a serious face. Although he is old, he is still tall and straight. His deep eyes are sharp and majestic, and he can see the thoughts of others with just one glance.

The moment the old man came forward, the common people turned into students in front of the stern master. They all held their breath and did not dare to speak loudly.

I saw him slowly walking to the notice board and shaking out the bright yellow scroll in his arms.

The golden totem used by the royal family was unfolded, and those who knew the goods immediately exclaimed.

"It's a royal scroll and an imperial edict!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone knelt down and worshiped. The crowd, which was originally so dense, suddenly became shorter, and their vision suddenly became clear.

The military guards were still lingering in the distance, because there were too many people gathered, so they were far away from the signboard.

At a glance, I could only see Mr. Qian standing in front of a crowd of mud-headed people. His silvery white hair was in sharp contrast to the bright yellow imperial edict, which was very eye-catching, but I couldn't quite hear what he was saying clearly.

Old Prime Minister Qian narrowed his sharp eyes and read out the contents of the imperial edict.

"According to the horoscope, there will be rebels in the imperial city in the near future, and the Ziwei Emperor star will appear to be in exile. I am afraid that the government will be in chaos and the people will suffer, so I specially draw the holy purpose in front of it to stabilize the government."

"If the stars come true, I will appoint King Qi as the temporary supervisor of the country to serve the world, and try my best to find the Ziwei Emperor Star."

"If Emperor Ziwei dies, his body must be displayed on the tower of the imperial capital to respect the Prime Minister. Three days later, in accordance with the ancestral system of the Yan Kingdom, the new emperor will be promoted to the throne and rule the world!"

Prime Minister Qian's voice was old but powerful, and every word was pronounced clearly and sonorously.

After the words fell, the faces of the people couldn't help but change. Everyone looked at each other with strange and confused expressions.

The rebels are plotting a rebellion, His Majesty is living abroad, and his life and death are unknown. At present, the government is temporarily overseen by King Qi?

Is that what you mean?

But those with a little bit of brains have already made up their minds after seeing the atmosphere in the imperial capital these days.

The so-called rebels must be King Qi!

Your Majesty is living abroad, and his life and death are unknown, but he drafted an imperial edict to appoint King Qi as the supervisor of the country. In fact, he was retreating in order to advance.

In the presence of the holy decree, if His Majesty's body is not found and displayed on the imperial capital tower for three days for everyone in the world to confirm, then there is no way to prove that His Majesty has died.

As a result, King Qi could only cling to the position of supervising the country, unable to legitimately proclaim himself emperor and inherit the throne.

The news soon spread to Prince Qi's Mansion.

After searching all over the world for famous doctors, I was able to save King Qi's life.

At this time, he was lying on the bed, his lips were still white, and his originally soft and handsome face looked even more chilly, like a ghost in the underworld.

His right arm was broken, and it was wrapped in thick gauze, but there was still a faint pink ooze on it.

The Queen Mother hoped that he would take good care of his injuries and not report any matters to him.

Seeing the military guards rushing to report, she came to the main hall, looked at the person in front of her, and said coldly, "Tell me, what's the matter."

When the military guards explained what had happened, the Queen Mother could not help but be furious.

"Bang!"

She slapped her palm on the table, causing the tea cup to overturn and the hot tea to spill all over the table.

"What did you say?"

"This old guy Qian Qiong actually still has the imperial edict in his hand? He has already read it out on the street and hung it under the city tower?"

The military guard responded with a trembling voice.

"yes."

The Queen Mother was so angry that her silver teeth clenched in her mouth.

She said sternly, "Go and bring that old man to the Yi family!"

The military guards responded, but the Queen Mother was still angry and swept the tea cup off the table with a flick of her sleeves.

"Crash."

The tea cup fell to the ground and shattered, making a sharp and ear-piercing sound.

The Queen Mother twisted her beautiful eyebrows, narrowed her beautiful eyes viciously, and her face was as sinister as a snake or scorpion.

"Yan Yunxiao, this damn bitch!"

He actually had a back-up plan, completely blocking the last step in King Qi's plan.

I wanted to find a random excuse, saying that the rebels were plotting rebellion, Emperor Yan died, and King Qi successfully succeeded to the throne.

Who knew that an imperial edict had been inserted that if it was announced that His Majesty was dead, his body would be placed on the city tower for everyone to identify?

Since they have this plan, it means that it is useless for them to just get a substitute.

Maybe Yan Yunxiao still has a back-up plan. He has connections specially planted in the imperial capital to provide evidence, and is lurking silently. Then he can strike back.

After thinking deeply about it several times, the Queen Mother's lungs swelled with anger and hurt.

In the dormitory, several calls from King Qi came.

"Mother, mother"

"Have you caught them? Have you caught Su Jiu'er?"

The Queen Mother couldn't help but slow down as she walked in. Looking at her son's haggard and miserable condition, her heart sank again.

She forced out a smile that was uglier than crying and said, "Your grandfather will definitely catch him back. My son, you take good care of yourself. Your grandfather will take care of the rest!"

But King Qi heard the sound of the Queen Mother throwing the tea cup just now, and guessed that things must not have gone as planned.

He turned his eyes and looked at the empty arm on his right, sighed quietly, and then gave a twisted and defeated smile.

The hatred in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Yan Yunxiao, the hatred of a broken arm is irreconcilable!

You can never take a step further alive in this imperial capital city!
Chapter completed!