Li Yunlong was already filled with anger because of the little cutie's escape, but now that he heard Li Baiyu's sarcastic teachings again, his expression completely lost his composure.
The tip of the sword in his hand was pointed directly at Li Baiyu's throat.
"My brother's patience has been completely worn out by you, brother. I would like to ask you one last time whether you will issue an edict or not?"
Li Baiyu completely ignored the sword placed on his neck and glanced at His Highness's civil and military officials indifferently, with deep nostalgia hidden in his eyes.
But there is a hint of determination.
"Is there anything else you can threaten me with now?"
"I said that I will bear the reputation of being a rebellious minister and traitor for the rest of my life, and I will never change it."
There was a hint of cruelty in Li Yunlong's eyes: "In that case, you should go ahead and see your father."
After speaking, Li Yunlong swung the long sword in his hand and stabbed Li Baiyu in the neck without hesitation.
Dang clang......
The sword in Li Yunlong's hand was shot to the ground by a hidden weapon. Li Baiyu was rescued, but Li Yunlong had a dagger held on his neck.
Lao Zhou accidentally appeared at this critical moment and captured Li Yunlong in one fell swoop.
The mood of the people in the palace who had just calmed down became tense again. The large and small Qinzheng Palace was in such twists and turns due to the competition for the throne.
After Li Baihong came back to his senses, brothers Li Qing and Li Qing looked at the captured Li Yunlong with vague expressions in their eyes.
Staring closely at the dagger in Lao Zhou's hand, he almost told Lao Zhou to take action immediately.
Lao Zhou looked with cold eyes at Li Yunlong, who looked neither sad nor happy, and showed no signs of panic. His voice was sharp: "His Royal Highness, King of Shu, tell your troops to put down their weapons and surrender immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being treasonous."
Li Baiyu looked at Zhou Fei helplessly: "Old Zhou, have you forgotten my will?"
The chief steward Zhou Fei glanced at Li Baiyu and shook his head: "Your Majesty, I was entrusted by the late emperor and cannot watch the Li family collapse. Please forgive me for having to come out."
Li Yunlong just like Li Baiyu ignored the long sword pointed at him, he did not look at the extremely sharp dagger in Lao Zhou's hand.
Looking at Lao Zhou gently, Li Yunlong's face was calm, as if there was no fear at all.
"General Manager Zhou!"
"It's this old slave. Your Highness, if you don't want to die, please let your soldiers lay down their weapons and surrender. Otherwise, if you touch the dagger in my hand, your Highness will be dead immediately."
Li Yunlong glanced at Li Baiyu without changing his expression and smiled softly.
Lao Zhou's white eyebrows wrinkled together slightly.
"Your Highness, if I were you, I would definitely not be able to laugh. If I want to take action at such a distance, no one can stop me. I hope Your Highness will not doubt the strength of my words."
Li Yunlong's eyes moved from Li Baiyu to Lao Zhou: "General Manager, knowing that I have you, an innate master left behind by my father, beside my elder brother, how can I be defenseless?"
"Aren't you curious as to why I, knowing this, dare to enter the palace so blatantly with only a few people?"
Lao Zhou was stunned and subconsciously looked at Li Baiyu, who looked helpless.
Upon seeing this, Li Yunlong gently raised his hand, grasped the dagger pointed at his neck, pulled it suddenly, and stopped on his neck.
The dagger was too sharp. Li Yunlong's palms and neck were scratched by the dagger, and red blood flowed out.
Two places on his body were injured, but Li Yunlong's expression remained normal, as if he was not the one injured. This alone showed that Li Yunlong was indeed a ruthless person.
Li Yunlong had no fear at all because Lao Zhou was an innate master, and had an arrogant look on his face.
"How about the general manager? A domestic slave will always be a domestic slave."
"Do you know why you are a slave of my Li family?"
"Because you can never have the overall perspective that a family leader should have. That's why my eldest brother won't let you come out."
"Brother, are you right?"
Li Yunlong stared at Lao Zhou crazily, but his last words were directed to Li Baiyu.
Li Baiyu sighed helplessly, raised his hand and waved it gently.
"Senior, let him go."
"Your Majesty, this is the last chance. Dealing with the three princes will be an easy task for me."
Li Baiyu looked at the rebels outside the hall with a complicated expression.
"Senior, haven't you noticed that there are only about tens of thousands of rebels surrounding the Qinzheng Palace? There are more than that number of rebels who have invaded the city."
"If you kill him, the people in the city will not only bury me but also him."
"The third brother came here prepared, so he dared to be so confident."
"Third brother, am I right?"
Li Yunlong narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Lao Zhou: "I have said that rebellion is destined to have no retreat."
"Victory leads to survival; defeat leads to death."
"It's just that if I die, 70% of the people in the capital will be buried with me."
"Do you think my eldest brother doesn't want to leave? He can't leave, let alone dare to leave."
Li Yunlong gently released his right hand holding the dagger and looked at the stunned Old Zhou with an arrogant expression.
"Do it!"
"With a single touch of the dagger in your hand, I will be dead in no time."
"Come on, innate master."
Li Baiyu looked at Lao Zhou's stiff movements and sighed.
"Senior, please step back! Don't forget my instructions!"
"His Majesty!"
"Senior, the overall situation is the most important thing!"
"Old slave obeys the order."
Lao Zhou looked at Li Baiyu sadly, nodded with a heavy face, put away the dagger in his hand and flew back toward the rear.
He disappeared into the hall with his afterimage without being noticed by anyone.
Li Yunlong gently wiped the wound on his neck: "Brother, what other options do you have?"
"Since you also have an overall view, why do you have to let the people of the capital fall into the flames of war again?"
"What if Liu Mingzhi arrives in the capital? In the end, the people will suffer."
"Be obedient and give up the throne. Our country will always belong to our Li family."
"You keep saying that the overall situation is the most important thing and that the emperor should serve the country and the people. If that is the case, why don't you give up the throne for the country and the people and let the people fall into the flames of war?"
Li Baiyu looked at Li Yunlong with disdain, smiled and shook his head.
"Third brother!"
"Second brother!"
"Fifth brother!"
"Seventh brother!"
"I'm waiting underground for you to apologize to me!"
"You won't understand!"
Under the frowning gazes of Li Baihong and his brothers, Li Baiyu gently bent down to pick up the sword that Li Yunlong had shot down to the ground by Lao Zhou.
Caressing the sharp sword blade, Li Baiyu shook his head with a complicated expression.
"The body and head are in different places, which is not in line with the etiquette of an emperor."
Under everyone's stunned look, Li Baiyu gently dropped the long sword on the ground, took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve with a nonchalant expression, removed the cork and stuffed it into his mouth.
Sitting gently on the dragon chair, Li Baiyu stared deeply at His Highness the civil and military officials with sad faces.
"Dear dear friends, the dragon cannot die... uh huh..."
Li Baiyu groaned, his eyes widened, his right hand tightly caressed the dragon head on the dragon chair, and a trace of black blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
When everyone came to their senses, Li Baiyu was sitting upright on the dragon chair, but his eyes that were already slightly majestic had gradually lost their luster.
"Long live my emperor."
"I respectfully send you off on your journey, Your Majesty."
On the seventh day of the first lunar month of the first year of Dalong Taihe, Li Baiyu, the new king of Dalong.