After rebirth, I accept the emperor as my younger brother

The ink swayed tremblingly on the tip of the pen, then suddenly fell and spread on the paper.

The emperor's hands were trembling as he started to write and stayed on the bright yellow imperial edict.

He was so angry that his heart and lungs ached. He didn't expect that his beloved son could not wait to ascend to the throne of God, and even put a knife on his neck.

What a bastard!

Mo Jingyi saw him stop and urged a little irritably:

"Father, hurry up and write!"

The emperor closed his eyes and said:

"Prince, I treat you well, but you do such a thing for your own selfish desires.

If I leave the world in your hands, you will definitely not be a good emperor."

Mo Jingyi snorted coldly:

"Father, an emperor must be ruthless, isn't that what you always taught me?

Now that I can ignore our father-son relationship, why can't I be a good emperor?"

The emperor was so angry at his absurd reasoning:

"You! You have corrupted moral character and lost your humanity!"

Mo Jingyi brought the knife closer to the emperor's neck and threatened impatiently:

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Father, I advise you to write quickly.

Otherwise, the sword is ruthless and it will be bad if it hurts you."

"The traitor!"

The emperor was so angry that he gasped violently, coughed violently, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Father, it seems that you are indeed very ill. Since you can't go to the morning court, what's the point of procrastinating anymore.

You'd better pass it on to me earlier, so that I can manage the world on your behalf."

The emperor finally recovered from his coughing, and the imperial edict in front of him was stained red with blood.

He became hoarse and his voice became very rough:

"Don't even think about it! Even if I die, I will not pass the throne to someone like you!"

As soon as Mo Jingyi heard this, his eyes suddenly became very scary:

"You won't pass the throne to someone like me? Oh, Father, have you changed your mind a long time ago and want to pass the throne to your fifth brother?

How can I not be better than him?!"

The emperor did not think about passing the throne to Mo Jingfeng at first, but Mo Jingyi's move did make him change his mind.

He replied coldly:

"At least your fifth brother won't put a knife on my head!"

While the two were talking, there was a noise outside the door.

Mo Jingyi looked at the door. There were several people he brought there:

"What happened?"

"Your Highness, it's not good..."

Dadong hurried over with a team of people to report:

"Your Highness, the fifth prince is also coming this way with tens of thousands of troops."

"Humph, the news from Lao Wu is quite fast."

Mo Jingyi snorted coldly and took the knife off the emperor's neck:

"Father, I hope that when I come back, you can write down the will to pass the throne to me."

Then he turned around and ordered a dozen soldiers at the door, as well as his personal bodyguard Rufeng:

"Guard this room for me. No one inside is allowed to go out, and no one except me is allowed to enter!"

"yes!"

Of course, those soldiers also knew that their participation in this force was considered treason.

Now they are grasshoppers on a rope with His Royal Highness, and of course they obey.

Soon, the prince brought Jin Shi, Dadong and other men to a large open space at the entrance of the royal study.

The place was already densely packed with his people.

In the heavy rain, Mo Jingyi suddenly felt a pleasant feeling of looking at the country:

"Today is the time for us to change the dynasty. Are you ready to fight with me?"

The soldiers shouted in unison:

"I am willing to obey His Majesty's orders!"

The shouts shook the sky, and Mo Jingyi's heart surged, and he led his men and horses outside.

In the long and wide palace road, Mo Jingfeng and Mo Jingshui rushed towards the palace with tens of thousands of horses.

Mo Jingfeng had already prepared his troops, and he had also expected that one day he would face Mo Jingyi.

As soon as he got the news that Mo Jingyi led troops into the palace, Mo Jingfeng knew that the prince was starting to take action.

Time is very tight and he cannot fall behind.

Soon, Mo Jingyi's men and horses faced off against Mo Jingfeng's men.

Mo Jingyi frowned, but his face was full of determination:

"Lao Wu, do you have to fight with me?"

"Your Majesty, what you said is wrong. If it is yours, I can't take it away.

It’s not yours, so stop being obsessed with it.”

Mo Jingyi waved his hand sinisterly:

"It's useless to talk too much, the winner is king!"

The two parties fought together.

On this day, the palace is destined to flow into a river of blood...

Mo Jingning, with his troops from the Situ family, the army given to him by Yi Qiye, and the private soldiers he trained, had been waiting in secret for a long time.

Mo Jingyi had already reached a cooperation agreement with him, and he agreed to support Mo Jingyi on the throne.

But that was just a superficial phenomenon that confused him.

The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.

Mo Jingning seems to be a puppet controlled by the Situ family, but in fact he has completely taken the initiative.

Only when they both suffer losses and take action at an unexpected time can he reap the benefits!

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"Miss, why are you still drinking tea here? Everything is going crazy outside!"

Qingyun hurriedly came in from outside to report the news:

"Jingyunzhai received the news, and the prince gathered his troops and broke into the palace. Then the fifth prince also led his troops there, and many aristocratic families joined in. The two parties fought fiercely!"

"oh."

Yun Ange looked at the pouring rain outside the window and responded lightly.

This made Qingyun extremely anxious:

"Oh, Miss! Why are you still so calm? This is a major matter related to our country, Zheng!"

Whoever sits on the throne in the future will also have a bearing on the future of the General's Mansion!"

Yun Ange looked at Qingyun funny. If she hadn't predicted the final result, she really wouldn't be able to sit and drink tea so leisurely.

"Okay, I understand, Qingyun, don't worry.

No matter how fiercely they fight in the palace, we just have to wait for the result."

Qingyun's eyes widened:

"What result?"

"The result of who sat in that position."

Yun Ange's face is relaxed and her features are picturesque:

"Let's see who can have the last laugh."

Qingyun felt much calmer when he saw his young lady's confident look:

"Miss, who do you think will win between the crown prince and the fifth prince?"

Yun Ange pursed her lips:

"Qingyun, are these two princes the only ones in the royal family? They fight, and others don't have that thought."

"Ah? Could it be that... they can't win?"

Yun Ange glanced at her and smiled mysteriously:

"Can't say."

Thunder and raindrops continued to fall ferociously in the sky.

The sky is getting dark, but the lightning is bright and stings people's eyes.

In the palace, great changes occurred suddenly...