Huang Tong, who was behind Sima Wen, almost fell to the ground.
"Come here, escort me!"
Just as the eunuch was about to call for help, he was kicked to the side by Ye Siming.
His internal strength was so strong that he kicked the eunuch until he vomited blood and fell to the side without moving.
Several ministers in the palace were so frightened that they gathered together and followed the emperor slowly backing away.
Ye Siming's coat was jet black, and he walked into the hall with leisurely steps.
After that, he glanced around casually.
"The palace is well built and suits my liking."
Sima Wen's breathing was rapid due to nervousness, and he stared at the broken sword dripping blood in Ye Siming's hand.
This Marquis Yong Ye is really a ruthless person. He fought all the way and even broke his sword!?
Sima Wen hurriedly said: "I can give you a large sum of gold and silver. I will give you more than the monthly salary the Emperor of Qi gives you!"
Ye Siming raised his indifferent eyes: "I don't want money."
"Then whatever you want, my uncle can satisfy you!"
Huang Tong helped Sima Wen answer first.
Ye Siming sneered, and when he took a few steps closer, they were so frightened that they kept whispering.
Until, Sima Wen and others watched Ye Siming helplessly and walked near the dragon chair.
The young man stretched out his long and beautiful fingers and touched the faucet on the chair.
He lowered his thin eyes and asked slowly, "How much is it?"
Sima Wen was stunned for a moment, wondering what he meant: "What?"
Ye Siming looked sideways, his eyes wild and unruly: "Let me tell you, how much can you buy your throne?"
Everyone took a breath of cold air.
What kind of joke is this Yong Yehou?
Sima Wen felt even more angry at being humiliated.
He threw away the two courtiers who were surrounding him and scolded him loudly: "How dare you disrespect me, a mere marquis!"
"This is the position of emperor, and you actually want to exchange it for money?
Do you really regard Jin as an incompetent person?"
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "What else?"
His rhetorical question stunned the courtiers present.
"I entered the Imperial City from Kyoto, and the journey was smooth. Didn't the so-called heavily guarded Imperial Palace allow me to be killed here?"
"If he's not an incompetent person, then what is he?"
Ye Siming's thin lips were raised slightly, his eyes were mocking, and his eyebrows were even longer, looking so tyrannical.
He lifted up his black boots and stepped on the dragon chair with a melodious and lazy posture.
"I am now giving you a choice to survive. If you give me a price, I can buy the throne. Otherwise, there are so many people in the palace, and it will be troublesome for me to kill them."
The most important thing is that he once promised Gu Nuoer that he would not kill others.
Except for those who deserve to be killed, all others who should not die can be let go.
So, after much thought, he decided to settle it with money.
After all, everyone likes to wait for the price.
As for money, his monthly salary from being the Marquis was all for Gu Nuoer, and he was not going to use it.
So Ye Siming is planning to return to the Shura realm when the time comes.
There are thousands of rare treasures in his demon temple.
If you don't have enough money, just take out a few and sell them.
Ye Siming thought that Gu Nuoer's birthday was coming soon, so he turned his head and urged the shocked Sima Wen.
"You think about it quickly, I'll give you ten seconds to count."
Sima Wen was furious: "Aren't you afraid that my dead soldiers will rush over and crush you into mud?"
Ye Siming frowned: "Are you talking about the one hidden on the roof? It was just tied up and hung outside. Do you want to see it?"
Sima Wen was startled, his eyes bloodshot and red.
Ye Siming raised his chin in a leisurely manner: "It's already passed the five-digit number, and you don't have much time."