Infinity Throne

Zhennan Palace.

In the main hall.

It is splendid and resplendent, just like a royal palace.

The stone pillars are carved with dragons, painted with gold paint, and the dragon heads are ferocious and lifelike.

Copper lamps are lit on the dragon-carved stone pillars. Every corner of the main hall is filled with light, and there are almost no dark corners.

Yi Lin's shadow moved slowly along the stone pillar, and soon hid on the beam.

As soon as Yi Lin climbed onto the rafter, she realized something was wrong.

There was a group of men in black crouching on the rafters, holding their breath and motionless like hibernating turtles.

"You actually avoided the perception of telekinesis? What skill, Turtle Breath Technique?"

Yi Lin was stunned.

These men in black were thin in stature, with bulging waists and hidden weapons. They lurk in the darkness, like shadows, making them difficult to detect.

"These are the professional assassins from Bodhisattva Tower?"

Yi Lin ran up to them, counting the heads while secretly guessing what it meant to have twenty assassins hidden on the beams of the main hall of Zhennan Palace.

Are these assassins here to kill King Zhennan...or are they his people?

It is estimated that the latter is more likely.

They are equipped with means that can block spiritual consciousness, and they are really professional.

Yi Lin silently praised the more than 20 people on the other side for their dedication, and then ignored them for the time being. She stayed beside them and watched what was happening below.

This kind of person really can't make Yi Lin feel a sense of crisis.

Assassins are called assassins only when they are hiding. Once they are exposed under Yi Lin's nose, they are almost like experience packs.

Speaking of which, Yi Lin was slightly interested in their stealth skills.

Of course, I'm only "slightly interested" in it, and I don't really want it.

His two stealth skills can be used anywhere as long as he doesn't encounter too outrageous beings. Learning their stealth methods is just the icing on the cake, not necessary. He now has too much knowledge to ponder and has to pick and choose.

below.

Except for the uncle and nephew, there was no one else in the empty hall.

...It looks like there is no one there, but in fact there are many people on the rafters.

The King of Zhennan was wearing a brocade robe with a flat chest and an undefended posture, sitting lazily on a soft and elegant couch above the main hall.

In front of King Zhennan, a horizontal table and a soft cattail cloth had already been set up. There are pastries, fruits and water on the horizontal table.

"Hiccup~"

When Xia Xiaoman saw the exquisite pastries on the table, he subconsciously burped and lost all his appetite.

He had just been stuffed with the late-night snacks Yi Lin had brought, and now he felt sick when he saw the food.

King Zhennan: "?"

He evidently heard the burp.

"Ahem, Xiaoman has met the emperor's uncle."

Xia Xiaoman performed royal courtesy according to his seniority.

"You and my uncle and nephew are having a fight, no need to be polite, just sit down." King Zhennan flicked his long sleeves and said with a smile: "Uncle, I thought that my good niece was hungry late at night, but unexpectedly, niece, you came here with a full stomach. But it’s nothing for me to worry about, Uncle Emperor.”

Xia Xiaoman's pretty face turned red and she was a little embarrassed, but she still sat down as she was told.

Xia Xiaoman: "..."

King Zhennan: "..."

After these words, the uncle and nephew fell into an awkward silence.

Really embarrassing.

Yi Lin felt it from the rafters.

If he changed places, he might be able to dig out a villa.

While mourning Xia Xiaoman's embarrassing situation, Yi Lin looked at King Zhennan at the same time.

Yi Lin had glanced at King Zhennan from a distance when she was wandering around the city.

King Zhennan's forehead is protruding, his eyebrows are pointed, and his eyes are narrow and hidden. My body is slim and long, and I like to take two long steps and then half a step when walking. What impressed Yi Lin the most was that King Zhennan wore a sapphire finger on his right thumb. He had a habit of rubbing the ring on his thumb with his index finger. This weird and almost awkward posture made Yi Lin It feels uncomfortable to watch, and it’s hard not to be deeply impressed.

finally.

King Zhennan broke the silence.

He rubbed the jade ring on his thumb with strange gestures, and his heavy voice echoed in the hall.

"This separation lasts for thirteen years."

King Zhennan's cheekbones and forehead are high and convex. Candlelight flickers all around, casting a mottled shadow on King Zhennan's face. It was obviously a sad and nostalgic expression, but when it fell on his face, it looked a bit cold.

"Yes, uncle..." Xia Xiaoman responded crisply: "Thirteen years."

"I still clearly remember that that year, you were still young and ignorant. But your brother has already stepped into the supreme position." King Zhennan's eyes fell into space, as if he was recalling the bustling scene in the empty streets at that time. : "On that day, the huge Qing capital celebrated the new emperor's ascension to the throne. On that day, Concubine Shu held the still young emperor in her arms and ascended to the throne step by step. This king still remembers that scene. . Oh, I’m sorry, things change and people change. The former concubine Shu is now the empress dowager.”

"Click." Xia Xiaoman bit his silver teeth and made a crisp sound.

King Zhennan's words were like a needle that pricked Xia Xiaoman's sore spot and it hurt a lot.

King Zhennan was still talking to himself. He stretched out his hand forward, staring at the light and shadow between his fingers with blurred eyes, as if he wanted to grab something, and murmured: "One step, one step, one step, one step... I still remember that they climbed up to the Golden Palace and walked a total of ninety-nine steps to the heaven."

"call……"

Xia Xiaoman took a long breath. As soon as she heard King Zhennan talking about "Shu Fei", she became a little nervous. She tried her best to suppress the turmoil in her heart and maintain the calm on the surface. After King Zhennan finished speaking, she praised him without saltiness: "Uncle Huang has a good memory."

After saying this, Xia Xiaoman felt his heart was in a mess.

She had many questions to ask, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know what to ask.

When she was a child, she had a good impression of this imperial uncle. He was smiling and gentle all day long.

Seeing each other again after thirteen years, she always felt that there was something extra about her uncle, an indescribable feeling.

At this time, Xia Xiaoman's mind inexplicably remembered what that bastard Lin Yi said.

The emperor's uncle wants to rebel?

Uncle Emperor, does he really want to rebel?

Before meeting the King of Zhennan again, Xia Xiaoman could not associate "rebellion" with the emperor's uncle in his memory who was gentle, elegant, well-spoken, and obsessed with admiring the snow, moon, wind and flowers all day long. She didn't believe it, she really didn't believe it. But this time, the impression King Zhennan had on Xia Xiaoman, coupled with Lin Yi's words that sounded like a demonic voice, made Xia Xiaoman feel a little suspicious.

While Xia Xiaoman was thinking wildly, King Zhennan's blurred eyes refocused on Xia Xiaoman.

"Niece, you have grown up." King Zhennan smiled slightly: "Uncle Huang believes that you have reached the age to understand right from wrong and distinguish right from wrong."

Xia Xiaoman was stunned: "Why did the emperor say this?"

King Zhennan suddenly stood up from the couch, his breath surging, making the candles in the bronze lamps in the palace sway wildly, as if they would go out at any moment.

"You and my uncle and nephew are having a fight. The emperor has thought about it and feels that he has something on his mind that he cannot hide from you." King Zhennan walked down from the height and walked towards Xia Xiaoman step by step: "In your opinion, under the whole world, , who is qualified to ascend the dragon chair in the Golden Palace and sit on the throne of the emperor?"

Ah this?

On the beam, a thin shadow swayed slightly.

King Zhennan suddenly said these words, which surprised Yi Lin.

Is this a showdown?

Are you a little impatient?

How many years have you been holding this in?