Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 433: Nobody move, or I’ll kill him!

Eunuch Li raised his eyes toward the crowd, reciting each word with deliberate care: "By the mandate of Heaven and the decree of the Emperor, I, blessed by the divine providence of Heaven, have deeply pondered the weight of duty entrusted to me, and hold fast to diligent governance with sincerity and reverence. Crown Prince Si Yun has shown capability in administration and excellence in upholding harmony. To embark upon a better age, it is essential to innovate and establish a new beginning. Regent King Mu Yan shall assist in striving for renewed governance. Henceforth, the upcoming year shall be known as the first year of Qingwu, with a general amnesty proclaimed across the land, to bring shared prosperity to all..."

The crowd listened to the imperial edict in solemn silence. Si Jun’s eyes darkened instantly. He had used his own blood as the medium for medicine; he sought remedies for the Emperor, willingly enduring his flesh being torn from his leg by wild beasts. Yet, none of it could overcome the Crown Prince’s standing as a legitimate son.

Si Jun subtly adjusted his position, inching closer to the Crown Prince.

Zhan Lan had always been vigilant toward Si Jun. She noticed him approaching the Crown Prince but chose maliciously not to intervene.

After all, what she desired was the total annihilation of the Si Family!

Mu Yan naturally observed this as well, and his thoughts aligned perfectly with Zhan Lan’s.

No one noticed the true intentions shared by this sinister couple.

Upon hearing his name in the proclamation, the Crown Prince finally exhaled the breath of fury he had been holding in his chest. He erupted with excitement, his chest heaving violently, and his wound instantly tore open.

"Your Highness!"

At the critical moment, Si Jun pulled out a jade hairpin from his head. The tip of the pin was revealed to be a sharp, deadly dagger.

Si Jun’s hair fell loose as he swiftly aimed the dagger at the Crown Prince’s neck.

In an instant, the dozen Imperial Army guards stationed around Si Jun immediately shielded him.

"Help!" The Crown Prince was so terrified his soul nearly fled his body. He shouted to the crowd, "I am the new Emperor—save me!"

In his panic, the Crown Prince invoked his imperial authority to pressure everyone into action.

Mu Yan’s gaze darkened, and Zhan Beicang dared not act rashly for fear of harming the Crown Prince.

Yang Wu was even more hesitant to approach—not only for fear of wounding the Crown Prince but because Si Jun had evidently bribed members of the Imperial Army to serve him unwaveringly.

He could no longer tell whether the Imperial Army housed traitors!

Zhan Lan narrowed her eyes; Si Jun was indeed everywhere, his reach boundless.

Lu Zhong’s breathing faltered as he pondered: Si Jun’s rebellion was clearly no spur-of-the-moment action. He had made extensive preparations!

Prince Xian and Prince Qi retreated hastily, each harboring their own agendas, while Prince Xian’s wife fled her bedchamber in fear.

Bai Lu stared at the Crown Prince in the grip of Si Jun, nearly fainting from terror. Si Jun aiming to kill the new Emperor—he was truly insane!

Only now did she feel the full wave of dread. If Si Jun failed in his usurpation, their family would surely be implicated!

Si Yuzhang’s gaze, though seemingly furious and sharp, hid an ocean of calm beneath the surface. He knew: Si Jun’s plan extended far beyond this.

Zhong Xuanliang pointed at Si Jun with trembling fury, yelling, "King Wei, are you plotting rebellion?!"

Si Jun used the Crown Prince as a shield, positioning him in front of himself as he issued a warning, "No one move, or I’ll kill him!" ƒreewebɳovel.com

A thunderous sound rang out as an explosive arrow detonated in mid-air outside the hall.

Si Jun erupted into maniacal laughter, "My proclamation is the true one! The Crown Prince is incompetent; this kingdom was mine to begin with!"

"Did you hear that? The imperial city is surrounded by my private army! A mere five thousand Imperial Army troops—do you think I take them seriously?"

The Crown Prince’s face turned ashen; Si Jun had secretly raised private soldiers. It all began to make sense—the recent influx of people into Ding’an City, whom the gate guards reported as travelers visiting relatives or sightseeing.

Considering the season of festivities, the surge of visitors seemed justifiable. But, in truth, countless private soldiers had infiltrated.

Si Jun’s dagger pierced the Crown Prince’s skin as he recalled the Crown Prince previously calling him a bastard.

Consumed by madness, Si Jun unleashed years of pent-up rage and bitterness, "Who do you think you’re looking down on?! So what if you’re legitimate, so what if you’re the Crown Prince? Are you not now just another pawn in my hands?"

His gaze swept the room as he sneered, "Today, I’ll show you all the meaning of ’the victor reigns, the vanquished perish’!"

Si Jun laughed until tears streamed from his face. Then, restraining his sadistic grin, he coldly fixed his eyes on Mu Yan, arrogantly declaring, "Imperial Uncle, aren’t you the pillar of power in this court, second only to one? Ha, from now on, when you face me, you’ll kneel to speak!"

Mu Yan stared at him impassively, as if regarding filth, reducing Si Jun’s venomous boast to mere ineffectual noise.

Si Jun then turned his scathing gaze toward Zhan Lan, "Ah, Prince Zhenbei—ha! And the Regent Princess Consort! You, with such arrogance and disdain for me, think nothing of King Wei, do you?"

He gritted his teeth and hissed, "Zhan Lan, I shall confine you to the harem! How does that sound?"

Mu Yan’s hand clenched into a fist. Zhan Lan gripped his hand and uttered, "A mere rabid dog."

Mu Yan’s expression became colder than ice. He rubbed his pinky finger, signaling Vermilion Bird, who instantly understood. The master was already filled with the intent to kill.

Si Jun had touched the reverse scale of the master—his death was inevitable!

Si Jun fixated on Zhan Lan, "You dare insult me? Ha, I suppose you don’t know what I did to Zhan Xuerou!"

"Unworthy!" Zhan Beicang trembled with rage, his voice quaking. Si Jun dared vilify his daughter: "Si Jun, shut your filthy mouth!"

Si Jun laughed madly, his expression increasingly sinister, "Zhan Beicang! That impostor daughter of yours, Zhan Xuerou, utterly ruined me! If not for that fake, would I have come to this day? You senile fool—look at the wretch you raised!"

"You!" Zhan Beicang’s face flushed with fury, and had military officers not been required to surrender their weapons upon entering the palace, he would have struck King Wei down with his spear!

Si Jun’s gaze turned ominous, his expression wild with arrogance, "Hear the commotion outside! Tell me—how much hope do you think you have left?"

Zhong Xuanliang shook with fury; Lu Zhong clenched his jaw tightly.

The usually refined and composed King Wei had transformed into a rabid beast—a traitor daring to address himself as Emperor, exposing his ravenous greed and ambition!

There was no longer any doubt: Emperor Xuanwu had undoubtedly been murdered by Si Jun.

And the Empress’s death was hardly unrelated!

Mu Yan’s voice descended low as he stepped forward, "Forged edict, assassination of the Emperor and Empress, hostage-taking of the Crown Prince, raising private soldiers to storm the imperial city in rebellion—fool, you truly fear no death!"

Every step Mu Yan took forward caused the rebel soldiers shielding Si Jun to retreat further.

Si Jun glared at Mu Yan and pressed the dagger deeper against the Crown Prince’s flesh, his voice sharp, "Imperial Uncle, don’t come any closer! You severed my pinky finger—I’ll soon show you the agony of losing all ten!"

All eyes were now fixed on Mu Yan.

"A childish brat who truly cannot endure," his voice was colder than the depths of winter, his gaze piercing through all the shadows.

"Mu Yan!" For the first time, Si Jun shouted Mu Yan’s name directly.

But his momentum quickly faltered. Mu Yan’s commanding gaze, lordly and unmatched, pressed down upon him like a mountain, suffocating him.

The more Si Jun screamed, the more his impotence was laid bare!

Si Jun’s eyes darted to Zhan Lan, who stood resolutely beside Mu Yan. Her gaze was razor-sharp, her fist clenched tight, and though her hand seemed empty, the strength she exuded was as if she wielded an invisible spear, poised to lunge forward and end him.

Si Jun’s Adam’s apple moved involuntarily—these two were fatal obstacles to his aspirations of reigning supreme.

But what of it? He still had contingency plans!

Si Jun listened to the sound of marching footsteps and clashing weapons drawing nearer outside. His eyes turned venomous as he pressed the dagger firmly to the Crown Prince’s neck and declared loudly, "Do you hear that? The imperial city shall fall! Swear fealty to me now, and I shall spare you all!"