Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 407: Unease!

"You... are here to force the Emperor’s abdication!"

This statement made Qian Yi’s body tremble violently.

His heart was deeply conflicted, for Qi Yun had been very kind to him in the past few months, even trying to incorporate him as one of his descendants.

However, falsehood cannot become truth, and truth cannot become falsehood; he was destined to betray.

"Yes!" Qian Yi took a deep breath and slowly said, "Father, after returning, your son thought it over and felt that Prime Minister Pei and the others were right; your health is failing, and you need someone to help manage the affairs of the government."

Qian Yi’s words were still veiled, suggesting he write down the decree of succession for emergency use.

Qi Yun gazed at him coldly for a long while before suddenly sneering.

"I always thought you were different from them, but alas, it was just my wishful thinking!"

"Father, your son is guilty, please forgive me!"

Qian Yi’s body trembled violently, and he bowed his head in deep sorrow.

Qi Yun did not want to look at him anymore, waved his hand, and said, "Leave, go, I do not wish to see you, hurry and go."

"Father..."

Qian Yi’s voice became hoarse, with feelings surprisingly sincere.

Qi Yun grew impatient, and sternly said, "Leave, quickly! Do not make me drive you out!"

Just as Qian Yi was about to speak, a sinister voice suddenly spoke from the side, "Your Highness, it’s better to cut the matter cleanly; hurry up, the Emperor can’t be persuaded anymore."

The underlying meaning was to directly force the abdication.

Qian Yi painfully closed his eyes, knowing that peacefully resolving the matter was impossible; he slowly stood up and stepped aside.

"People, come!"

After Qian Yi stepped back, a silhouette appeared from where the voice came, shouting loudly, and immediately two men in black rushed in, holding a gleaming decree, and approached Qi Yun.

"Your Majesty, quickly write the decree of succession!"

"Audacious! What do you wish to do? How dare you force the Emperor! Traitors, traitors!"

Qi Yun was furious, his eyes bulging, while the Chief Eunuch Chen Zhong finally realized what was happening and stepped forward to shield Qi Yun, chastising angrily.

"Haha, Your Majesty, nowadays inside and outside this sleeping palace are all my men; this decree of succession you must write, whether you wish or not, writing might allow you to linger a while longer, but if not..."

The voice faded to a sinister cold laugh.

"How dare you, how dare you! Cough, cough, cough..."

Qi Yun screamed hoarsely, but the anger caused him to cough violently.

"It seems the Emperor does not plan to cooperate, that’s fine, hold him down! Anyway, in his current state, he can’t write properly, just scribble something!"

"You, no, no—"

Qi Yun struggled furiously, but it was futile, watching helplessly as these people forced his hand to write the decree.

"Haha, with this, the great task is complete! Keep an eye on him, we’re leaving!"

The shadow was Pang Wenzheng, only he had been wearing night clothes, his face covered, not revealing his true appearance.

He laughed heartily and left with Qian Yi, leaving a few men in black to watch Qi Yun in the sleeping palace.

Qi Yun simply closed his eyes in pain, as if all was already beyond his control.

Walking out of the sleeping palace, Pang Wenzheng immediately found Pei Jinheng, telling him about the situation in the Imperial Palace and the plan for what was to follow.

Pei Jinheng: "My side is ready, waiting only for Mr. Pang’s decree to charge into the palace!"

"Good! With this, Chen Country’s restoration has hope, hahahaha!"

Pang Wenzheng laughed with great pride, everything proceeding according to his plan; Chen Country, restoration, all were merely stepping stones for Da Rong’s attack on Dazhou.

"Master!"

At this time, a steward from Pang Mansion found Pang Wenzheng, whispering in his ear, causing Pang Wenzheng’s expression to change instantly.

"Is it true?"

"Master, it is absolutely true; this servant would not dare fabricate!"

Pang Wenzheng’s mouth twitched fiercely, then he and the steward went to a secret room.

In the secret room, Xue Mingzhu was pacing, looking very anxious.

"What’s going on?" Pang Wenzheng demanded immediately upon entering.

"My Heart-devouring Gu Worm died; it did not enter the body but died directly! The other side might already know someone at Yulong Pavilion betrayed!"

Xue Mingzhu’s voice was somewhat cold, evidently deeply regretting the loss of a Heart-devouring Gu Worm.

"Who was the person in contact with him, do you know?" Pang Wenzheng asked.

"Unknown, the other was masked and wrapped tightly, couldn’t see the true face, only known by the code name Mr. Li."

"Mr. Li?"

Pang Wenzheng squinted his eyes, could it be him? No, it shouldn’t be; he watched him die in the execution ground, moreover, there are so many people surnamed Li, just within the court there are over fifty officials.

Besides, if it truly was Li Qingmu, he wouldn’t boldly use the title "Mr. Li."

Pang Wenzheng thought he was being overly sensitive, scaring himself.

Still, he cautiously queried about any distinguishing features of the person.

"The person had a slightly hoarse voice, looking like a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties."

That confirmed it; Li Qingmu wouldn’t dare take chances even facing his own people at this time, especially getting closer to Shengjing City, he’d be more guarded, thus when facing Yulong Pavilion’s spy, he remained disguised.

The person in contact at Yulong Pavilion held somewhat high status, but not exceedingly so, currently those knowing he didn’t die are only Emperor Qi Yun, Chen Zhong, Yama, Luosha, and a few others.

And he used the strategy where the most dangerous is the safest, giving himself the "Mr. Li" title; this move seemed exposing, yet was better hiding his identity.

In terms of meticulous thinking, Pang Wenzheng couldn’t match him.

After listening, Pang Wenzheng pondered for a while, saying: "Your worm’s failure means we cannot obtain information from that person, thus let’s act decisively, and in the early hours swiftly seize control of the Central Palace!"

"Yes!"

These people left, Pang Wenzheng said to Xue Mingzhu: "Ensure all your placed personnel are present during the early hours!"

"Rest assured!"

"There’s still two hours; make final preparations!"

...

The sky grew darker, but after the deepest darkness, light would slowly be released.

In the Imperial Palace and the previous dynasty, the atmosphere turned very tense.

The Emperor’s condition worsened, initially irritable, raging at others; gradually, he lost his sanity, eventually speaking nonsensically, shocking everyone.

With the Emperor mentally unstable, natural would be decisions affecting major policies, like this time concerning the Liang Country’s Princess Nianxi, many ministers were dissatisfied.

The Princess from Jiangguo symbolizes friendly relations between two countries, even if she made mistakes should be treated leniently; confining and soft imprisoning her in the palace, what does that mean?

Ministers felt dissatisfaction with this matter, coupled with Daliang Country’s army pressing, the court further discussed electing a new Emperor capable of managing major tasks, at least to navigate Dazhou through the present crisis.

"The Emperor’s condition worsened yesterday, we... must make plans early!"

Cui Yuanhe, although an obstinate old man, was a loyal minister; at this moment, her mind had only one thought: save the Dazhou Dynasty, regardless of personal gains or losses, she didn’t care, so dared to speak such treasonous words.