If it were the usual, Zong Chengsi would not have rushed to the palace to find Emperor Yuan directly.
He should at least inform his partner, the Sixth Prince, and give this explosive news to the strategists in the Sixth Prince’s Mansion, or let more people know. After all, such explosive news, once spoken, could determine life and death. How could it be possible not to let others know?
However, it just so happened.
Zong Chengsi got a big secret that could overturn the current situation, but he was also scared by the terrifying nightmare.
In the dream, the scene of him being pierced through the heart and dying was vivid. It seemed to project onto his body after waking up from the dream, almost suffocating with pain.
Not to mention, in the dream, he was pierced through the heart by the King of Beining.
Zong Chengsi couldn’t control his body in the dream. He only remembered that in the first half of the dream, he was always running behind the King of Beining, pouring out his heart and soul.
Even before the enthronement ceremony, Zong Chengsi even asked the King of Beining if he was interested in the throne, almost absurdly offering to share the dragon chair.
As a result, the King of Beining was ruthless.
After waking up, removing the filter of how he was looking at the King of Beining in the dream with full of affection, Zong Chengsi’s back was only left with cold sweat.
The longer this matter dragged on, the worse it may be.
Zong Chengsi didn’t consider whether what he dreamed of was true or not, whether it was a prophetic dream or a dream given by a god. He was also aware how powerful the King of Beining was in the Imperial City. A slight delay might lead to irreparable consequences.
Moreover, he was now at a dead end. After today, Emperor Yuan showed favor and trust to the Third Prince. In a few days, he would be crowned king, leave the capital, and he would really have no room for maneuver. (TL: crowned king=to bestow the title of king)
After going around and around, Zong Chengsi had to take a risky move.
No risk, no gain. If this matter could be accomplished, he would definitely be the number one meritorious subject. Even if it didn’t work, Zong Chengsi was inexplicably sure that the source of this news was accurate and it was impossible to fail.
But what he didn’t expect was that after rushing to the Imperial City, the messenger didn’t come back, but instead, an unexpected guest arrived.
Yu Beizhou walked out from around the corner, his face so beautiful it didn’t seem human. When Zong Chengsi saw it, it became a blood-stained Asura, scaring him into taking two steps back, almost leaning against the wall.
In the past, Zong Chengsi might have been able to appreciate the beauty without any prejudice. Although he usually pretended to be frivolous, it was indeed one of his personal hobbies.
But now, thinking of the owner of this face in his dream, laughing lightly on one side and mercilessly stabbing him to death on the other, Zong Chengsi was truly terrified and wanted to turn around and run.
With Yu Beizhou’s martial arts force as a disciple of the Ghost Valley, he could kill five of him without panting.
Thinking that this was the Imperial Palace, Zong Chengsi still forcibly used his superhuman endurance to bear it. His psychological activity in an instant only turned into a twisted expression. “It’s so late, I didn’t expect to see His Highness in the palace, it’s really fate.”
That’s right. This was Zong Chengsi’s confidence before.
No matter what, in the Imperial Palace, there were also masters of the inner court. As a prince, he was undoubtedly more justified than Yu Beizhou’s current status as a vassal king.
In addition, this matter was ultimately beneficial to Yu Beizhou.
Thinking of this, Zong Chengsi’s pale face warmed up a bit, and he even had the mood to take out a folding fan, considering whether to take this opportunity to win over the other party.
“Pfft.”
Yu Beizhou let out a mocking snort without any concealment. “Fate? This King came specifically to find you.”
Zong Chengsi felt as if the blood in his body had frozen, and he wanted to walk around. “Ah haha, today might be a bit inconvenient, this Prince still has to see His Majesty before the palace ban.”
“Oh? So urgent, there must be something important.”
The young man in red and white fur stood there lazily, but just took a step forward, blocking all the retreats seamlessly, without revealing any flaws.
“Let this King guess, you must have known something you shouldn’t know, so you are so eager to see His Majesty and want to report it quickly.”
In an instant, all the smiles that Zong Chengsi had reluctantly piled up sank.
He looked coldly at the person in front of him. “Since His Highness knows, why bother to ask this Prince?”
To be honest, Zong Chengsi didn’t have the idea of winning over Yu Beizhou now.
He just wanted to tell Emperor Yuan this shocking secret and get back at the Third Imperial Brother who played him.
As for Yu Beizhou, the dream was too frightening, thus Zong Chengsi was really afraid of Yu Beizhou now. If he could win him over, it would be a good thing, but he didn’t want to be stabbed in the back at all. He just wanted to send this demon away quickly.
Yu Beizhou didn’t say anything, but raised his hand in the air.
Those good-looking, well-defined, slender hands were like top-quality jade porcelain. With a point of his fingertip, a sharp killing intent like a vast sea enveloped Zong Chengsi’s body, making him completely immobile.
“You’re crazy, I know you’re from the Zong family, I’m here to help you, what are you doing?”
Zong Chengsi’s eyes widened, and his eyeballs bulged.
He couldn’t understand why Yu Beizhou was so bold. In the Imperial Palace under the emperor’s feet, he was so presumptuous, openly attacking him, an imperial family descendant.
Zong Chengsi couldn’t understand.
In the dream, the King of Beining seemed to know his identity.
Zong Chengsi admitted that if he saw the Third Imperial Brother blocking him today, he would definitely be scared to death, but if Yu Beizhou was blocking him, he would feel much more at ease.
That’s the identity of a prince from the Zong family!
Speaking out about this matter would only benefit Yu Beizhou. Doesn’t he want to be the emperor?! If he doesn’t, why would he want to kill him in his dream?
In response to his words, Yu Beizhou just sneered disdainfully, the shadow cast by his eyelashes was eerie.
“You can’t do this. This is the Imperial Palace, and I am the Fourth Prince.”
