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Chen Huai's pupils shrank slightly and he looked at Rong Zhaolin in shock. This man's skills were far superior to Pei An's. He was indeed an old fox who hid his abilities.

He deliberately called him Ah Huai in front of everyone in order to sever the relationship between himself and Rong Cheng as monarch and subject, making it difficult for himself to turn back. Chen Huai thought to himself that Rong Zhaolin must have doubted and been dissatisfied with him.

It happened in the blink of an eye, and the ministers were all frightened into silence. Rong Cheng saw Yan Zheng lying in a pool of blood, and his dark eyes were filled with ice. Just as he was about to attack Rong Zhaolin, he saw Chen Huai's tall figure standing between them.

Chen Huai saluted Rong Zhaolin respectfully: "Chen Huai obeys your command."

After that, he turned to Rong Cheng and said, "Please, Your Majesty."

Rong Cheng looked up in astonishment, his face a little paler than before. Chen Huai curled his lips into a sneer, and unceremoniously grabbed Rong Cheng's arm with his big hand, and half-forced him to leave here and go to Fengxian Hall.

Seeing this, Rong Zhao raised the corner of his lips with satisfaction, glanced at the trembling civil and military officials, shook his sleeves disdainfully and walked away with his hands behind his back.

The Fengxian Hall, located at the rear corner of the Zichen Hall, enshrines the tablets of the late emperor and ancestors of the Rong family. The hall is spacious and the candlelight is as bright as day.

When they entered the hall, Chen Huai let go of Rong Cheng's arm. He knew that Yang Xuan was right behind him, watching his every move.

Rong Zhaolin walked in and looked at the tablets of Rong family ancestors on the high platforms. He suddenly swung out his palm, and the strong wind blew past. All the tablets fell to the ground, and the candles in front of them were instantly extinguished.

Rong Cheng glared at him and pointed at him and cursed:

"Prince Yong'an, you are so unfilial that you dare to do such a thing that betrays your ancestors. Aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?"

Rong Zhaolin sneered, walked forward, took the tablet in the middle of the bottom row, and pointed at it:

"Who? Are you talking about Rong Nanyu? Is he worthy of it?"

After saying that, he crushed the tablet of the late emperor with his big hands, and even stepped on it a few more times with his boots as if he was not satisfied.

Rong Cheng's eyes were bloodshot and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale and he held on to the incense table beside him to avoid falling down.

Chen Huai's breath rose to his throat. He was about to go over, but Yang Xuan held a knife to his neck and warned him in a low voice:

"Sir, if I were you, I would not go there now. The master is determined to win today. If you insist on stopping his plan, the master has ordered that you must be killed without mercy."

Chen Huai clenched his fists at his sides. He was not afraid of Yang Xuan, but if he really went to Rong Zhaolin, so many guards outside the house could take Rong Cheng's life directly. Chen Huai did not dare to take risks with Rong Cheng and forced himself to calm down.

Seeing Rong Cheng's expression, Rong Zhaolin laughed:

"You are about to die, Your Majesty, please stop holding on. Write down your abdication letter and I will leave you with an intact body."

Rong Cheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled:

"It turns out that someone wanted to deceive the world and steal the reputation. He used his own son as a stepping stone, hoping that we would fight each other and you would benefit. Unfortunately, Jung didn't kill me, so you came up with a second vicious plan to poison me so that you could ascend the throne and become the emperor."

"Heh... you're right, but Jung is a loser, he's not worthy of being my son."

As soon as these words came out, a thought flashed through Rong Cheng's eyes: "Nonsense, he was born to you and the late queen, how could he not be your biological son?"

Rong Zhaolin looked at Rong Cheng, examined him for a moment, and nodded in approval:

"I didn't expect that Rong Nanyu gave birth to a good son. You must have suspected me a long time ago, but now that it has come to this, it's okay to tell you..."

Chen Huai saw Rong Cheng looking at him with a complicated expression, and quickly looked away. He frowned. Did he see it wrong?

The next second, he was shocked by Rong Zhaolin's actions. He saw him tearing off a layer of skin on his neck bit by bit, slowly revealing a whole human skin mask.

He is actually pretending to be Prince Yong'an?

I glanced at Yang Xuan and saw that he was not shocked at all. It seemed that he had known it for a long time.

When Chen Huai looked over again, his whole body froze in place. He saw that the face after the mask was removed was full of scars and wrinkles, which was very scary.

But what shocked him was not this, but the fact that the man's eyebrows and eyes were very similar to his own. No one would believe that they were not biological father and son.

Chen Huai's blood was rushing back, and he felt that this was extremely absurd. Aren't they adoptive father and son? How did they get married and have a child? Who is he?

Rong Zhaolin touched his uneven face and looked at Chen Huai:

"Huai'er, I know you blame me for sending you to the palace since you were young, but you see, Dad is not enjoying a good life. It's all the fault of that despicable bastard Rong Nanyu. He wanted to become the emperor, and he was afraid that I, his sworn brother, would block his way, so he pushed me off the cliff when I was not prepared, and your mother..."

At this point, he actually cried, with two lines of tears sliding down his ferocious face:

"After she died, Dad held you under the cliff, thinking about revenge every day. That's why I came up with this idea. I have been lying in wait for many years. Today, I will finally take back everything that belongs to us father and son."

Chen Huai swallowed hard: "You are, Lian Fengrong?"

No wonder he always felt that Prince Yong'an was a little weird, with a body shape that did not match his appearance. Although Lian Fengrong was disfigured, one could still see the heroic spirit he had when he fought on the battlefield.

Rong Zhaolin nodded: "You are my biological son, Lian Huai"

"I have been hiding in the Yong'an Palace for these years. I saw with my own eyes that the former queen, that bitch, had an affair with Rong Zhaolin and gave birth to a child. I observed his every word and action until I found him 90% similar. I also found a long-lost master of disguise who helped me make this mask with real leather. Only then did I kill Rong Zhaolin.

I've had enough of this kind of hiding life. Whatever the abdication edict, I have even prepared firearms now, so who can do anything to me?"

After saying that, he took out a dagger from his arms and threw it to Chen Huai: "Go, Ah Huai, kill the emperor and avenge our Lian family."

Chen Huai was stunned, feeling that the dagger in his hand weighed a thousand pounds. He suddenly learned about his life experience and also found out that his parents were Lian Fengrong and his wife, whom he had envied for a long time. Now, he was suddenly asked to take responsibility for their son's life to avenge Rong Cheng. He just felt it was ridiculous.

Chen Huai calmed down and looked at Lian Fengrong:

"Rong Nanyu is dead. The wrong has its perpetrators. Rong Cheng is not at fault."

Lian Fengrong didn't expect him to say that. He was so angry that he stepped forward and slapped him hard on the face, roaring:

"Asshole, you are soft-hearted and have no ambitions. How can you be worthy of being my son, Lian Fengrong?"

Rong Cheng was shocked and furious. Seeing Chen Huai's cheek swollen and bloody lips, he said anxiously:

"You are the only ones who know the grudges between the late emperor and you, but he has already made you the King of Yi Zi Bing Xiang. If you want..."

Lian Fengrong turned his head sharply upon hearing this and laughed crazily twice:

"The King of One Word? Bah... This world should have belonged to me. Fine, I will kill you first, and then kill all those who dare to stand in my way."