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In addition, Zong Luo always felt that he seemed to have missed some extremely important clues.

This clue was so important that from the beginning of his rebirth, he had a vague sense that something was wrong. It wasn’t until Emperor Yuan had a sudden illness three months in advance, and he heard what Duan Junhao said, that it finally surfaced and allowed people to notice.

After returning to the Xuan Cavalry, the young man in red suddenly said, “In two more days, the first batch of Tianji Army will be able to reach the Imperial City. If it’s not enough, I can also intervene a section of the Weishan Army.”

This meant rebellion. It was very much in line with Yu Beizhou’s consistent style.

Zong Luo’s heavy mood just now suddenly became ‘not knowing whether to cry or to laugh’, and he calmed down, “Okay.”

In fact, it was indeed so.

On second thought, he would have to pull Yu Beizhou to confess to Emperor Yuan that he was not of true Zong family blood when he returned anyway, which would always anger the Father Emperor. Having one more charge of rebellion was just adding another layer of capital crime to the capital crime, people did not have two heads to lose, and more debt did not weigh down the body.

On the contrary, Emperor Yuan’s life and death were unknown, and the news was unclear.

If he were to wait here, just like in his previous life, Zong Luo would certainly regret it for the rest of his life.

“Then next, let’s camp here and wait for reinforcements.”

Even if he had to confront Commander Duan, a nodding acquaintance in the former days, with swords drawn, and fought his own people right after unifying the world. But this was indeed the only solution that was not a solution under the current situation.

The most important thing was that the garrison had two hundred thousand.

Unless they could call back all the Tianji Army, they would have a hard time gaining the upper hand against the garrison. Even if they were called back, he may have to separate from Yu Beizhou, one person would be responsible for restraining, and the other person to lead the Xuan Cavalry with strong mobility to break into the palace.

Once it was determined that it was necessary to rebel once, Zong Luo’s thinking as a general immediately began to mobilize. He tried to find a solution that could be bloodless and the best solution.

Just then, Yu Beizhou, who was sitting on a haystack, suddenly propped up his head and said, “Something is not quite right about this.”

Perhaps those closely involved couldn’t see as clearly as those outside, and a bystander saw through everything. To some extent, as a subordinate minister who had discarded the blood filter, he understood Emperor Yuan better than Zong Luo. He also knew more clearly how furious Emperor Yuan was after Zong Luo’s death in his previous life, and with the latter’s desire for control, he would never do such an uncertain thing.

The reason why that situation occurred in his previous life was simply because the result of the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony made Emperor Yuan furious. Coupled with the fact that he had never considered the possibility of a sudden illness, it was more of a coincidence of fate.

In this life, since he promised to be Zong Luo’s strongest shield, Emperor Yuan would never allow such a thing to happen.

After rebirth, Yu Beizhou put all his energy and mind on his senior brother, and really didn’t care about everything around him. Now that he had come back to his senses, he had carefully sorted through his memories and found many contradictions with his previous life.

In his view, Emperor Yuan would not guard against anyone but Zong Luo.

That was the power to build a private army in the Imperial City, which was given as soon as it was said.

Even more so, he had an even bolder guess.

But this guess was too shocking, and without full confidence, Yu Beizhou did not intend to say it.

“Senior brother, are you sure Emperor Yuan didn’t leave you any clues?”

He asked again for confirmation.

Zong Luo shook his head, “No.”

Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped.

In the next second, the sword at his side roared out of its sheath.

The crown prince in white, with a pair of incredulous hands, pushed the Qiankun inside the sword from the hilt.

The place that once held the wound medicine, which should have been empty after he took it out, was quietly lying half a tiger talisman.

Above it was the mysterious and complicated Kui pattern.

This was the tiger talisman passed down by the garrison of Great Yuan for generations.

There was a moment when everything in the world was far away from Zong Luo.

He didn’t know how he trembled and raised this military talisman, didn’t know how Mu Yuanlong led the garrison to kneel and welcome him, shouting to welcome the crown prince back to the city. He didn’t know how the heavy bronze city gate was pushed open, and how he rode on Zhao Yebai, galloping on the heavily guarded Suzaku Avenue in the city, like passing through a no-man’s land; wherever he passed, the garrison soldiers were all kneeling on the ground.

He didn’t see anything, he didn’t know anything, in their eyes, he rushed into the heavily guarded palace, where no one had entered or exited for dozens of days.

The palace people knelt down one after another. The gusty wind blew past, brushing against his temples.

His lightness skill was pushed to the extreme, even ignoring the prohibition of martial arts in the palace.

Zong Luo’s brain was muddled, and he had a sense of unreal feeling of his soul drifting away.

At the Hanmen Pass, the Qiankun inside the sword was empty. The only time it left his side was the night before the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, when Emperor Yuan was drunk, and him confessing the truth to Emperor Yuan, returning the sword and the pill.

Later, the tiger talisman was given back to Zong Luo when he left the Imperial City, the pill was taken by Yu Beizhou, and Zhanlu, it was bestowed to Zong Luo by Emperor Yuan himself at the Witch Sacrificial ceremony.

How could the tiger talisman of the garrison appear out of thin air in the sword?

It was clearly put in by Emperor Yuan himself.

Such important military power is not a joke. Why would he put it in?

In his previous life, Zong Luo was not bestowed Zhanlu at all, let alone knew about the Qiankun inside the sword. Even the little secret hidden in the sword was told to him by Emperor Yuan himself.

Unless the Emperor knew long ago that he would have a sudden illness and planned to transfer him away from the imperial city.

One by one, the clues that were deliberately erased by people gathered together like a puzzle.

Why, after returning after the death escape in this life, Emperor Yuan was so shocked and angry.

Why Emperor Yuan say that he had never dreamed of Zong Luo committing suicide just like anyone else.

Why, at the Emperor Yuan’s birthday banquet, he did not offer the dragon jade, but offered the thousand-year-old ginseng, and Emperor Yuan’s expression was so displeased.

Why, after confessing the truth that night, Emperor Yuan, who never got drunk after a thousand cups, was so calm and not even a hint of doubt.

Why was Emperor Yuan so eager to establish him as the crown prince, eager to consolidate his power for him, build the Eastern Palace, and push all his confidants to him.

Why in this life, Emperor Yuan no longer hid his concern for him, but bit by bit, from action, from words, told him one thing–Father Emperor loves you, loves you very much.

And so on, there were too many differences from his previous life.

But Emperor Yuan never said, and no one dared to think.

People couldn’t predict the future. It was also impossible to change one’s fate and have a smooth journey with one rebirth.

Everything pointed to a final, a most unbelievable absurd result.

Behind the deep and shallow curtains of the sleeping hall, the cold outline of the dying emperor was reflected.

His breath was very light, his chest almost did not rise and fall, just like death.

Zong Luo knelt down in front of the dragon bed, shaking like a sieve.

He called out softly, his voice hoarse to an incredible degree, tears streaming down his face, “Father Emperor.”

Zong Luo had never thought. It turned out that in this life, not only he and Yu Beizhou were reborn.

Even earlier than their rebirth, Emperor Yuan began to lay out and bury lines on the chessboard for his most beloved child, who was not of his own blood.