C797 797 Battle Sword Shining Palace

This person had already healed the Prince's injuries, and walked towards East Garden as if it was his own home early in the morning. The butler sighed a little, but didn't say anything more.

No matter what, this person was still the savior of his prince.

His Royal Highness didn't accept her kindness, but he had to properly thank this person on behalf of his Royal Highness.

"It's all this old servant's fault."

The butler did not try to defend himself, and after Xi Ya finished speaking, he immediately admitted his wrongs.

Xi Ya wanted to vent his anger on the butler, but she could only swallow his anger at this moment.

In Zhaoming Hall, the atmosphere had been rather gloomy over the past half month. Those people who had been in Zhaoming Hall in the midst of their great excitement had recently become aware that the Emperor's mood had become a lot more depressing and restrained.

The court officials played their part honestly, not daring to mention anything else.

At this moment, the guard in charge of the palace gate saw the Prince Jing, who had been unconscious for almost two months, suddenly appear in the palace.

However, no one dared to obstruct him as they watched him enter the palace. They could only watch as he walked step by step in the direction of the Mansion of Light.

Zhao Ming Palace –

"Is there anyone else who wants to play?"

Yan Yuan sat on top of the Zhaoming Hall, looking down at the rare courtiers and officials below with a cold gaze.

The court officials did not speak anymore, and were waiting for Yan Shuo to announce his withdrawal, but seeing Yan Shuo's expression, they all froze, then looked out of the hall and muttered: "Ninth Imperial Uncle."

Although Yan Shuo's voice was low, all the ministers in the hall could hear him. Besides the one called King Jing Palace, who else could it be?

The officials froze for a moment before turning to look outside the hall.

The black hair on Prince Jing's head drooped down and the ivory white brocade wrapped around his thin body. Because he had been unconscious for a long time, his steps were a bit shaky.

But even so, the black hair that hung down without being tied up caused the coldness around him to become even colder.

It was the first time that Yan Yuan looked like this, as if he had just returned from a fierce battle in hell. His body was brimming with a murderous aura, making people feel like they didn't even dare to look at him.

No one dared to make a sound, especially those who had initially shouted for Liu Ruo Qing to be executed. Now, with their eyes lowered, no one dared to make a sound.

The people in the hall, because of their own reasons, didn't take the initiative to speak. They could only watch as Yan Yuan stepped into the Mansion of Light, and approached the supreme being step by step.

The cold aura condensed a little more on Yan Yuan's body.

When Yan Yuan walked past him, Yan Jue reached out and stopped him, "What are you doing here? Hurry and return to the residence to recuperate. "

Yan Yuan ignored him, shrugged off his hands, and continued to walk, lifted his leg, and stepped onto the stairs leading to the dragon throne.

Seeing that, Yan Jue frowned, he was about to go up to stop Yan Yuan, but Yan Shuo shook his head and indicated for him to not move, the only thing Yan Jue could do was to endure, and watch as Yan Yuan walked up, slowly approaching Yan Shuo.

In the next second, above the Golden Hall, a metallic ray of light was reflecting the morning sunlight from outside Shining Light Palace, causing the ministers to be unable to open their eyes. What they saw next caused them to be so shocked that they couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

"Your majesty!"

"Old Nine!"

A flexible sword wrapped around Yan Yuan's waist was in Yan Yuan's hands, the sharp point of the sword pointed at Yan Shuo's face that was slightly sunken, the sword qi was extremely threatening.

The guards outside the hall immediately rushed in with swords in their hands, but were stopped by Yan Shuo's stern voice, "All of you, get out!"

The guards tightened their grip on their sabers, but they still followed the order to retreat.

The atmosphere in the hall was filled with tension. Everyone's breathing seemed to have frozen at this moment.

"Ol'ninth, what are you doing?"

Yan Xiao and Yan Jue walked forward at the same time and pulled Yan Yuan's arm, pulling him backwards.

The current Yan Yuan carried an ancient, deathly aura on him, as he turned a deaf ear to everything that was happening around him. He was holding onto the sword hilt, and because he was using too much strength, the bones in his fingers were visibly turning white.

"Why did you kill her? She's innocent!"

His voice was hoarse, and when he said "she", his eyes were filled with endless grief and despair.

"Royal Uncle …"

Yan Shuo frowned, looking at the flexible sword aimed at him, he was not afraid, but instead sighed.

How could he bear to execute the Ninth Aunt, but in this position, other than making that kind of choice, what else could he do?

"The Liu family confessed in front of all the officials. How do you expect me to forgive her?"

"She was forced by you!"

Yan Yuan's emotions were stirred up all of a sudden, the sharp tip of the sword getting a little closer to Yan Shuo's throat.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Yan Xiao held onto Yan Yuan's arm tightly, not caring about the fact that they were in the Zhaoming Hall, he pulled Yan Yuan away, "Quickly go back and take care of your injuries!"

Yan Yuan had just woken up, and no matter if it was his physical strength or his internal energy, he was not a match for Yan Xiao.

Only after he was brought out of the palace by Yan Xiao did the officials on the floor of the Zhaoming Hall heave a long sigh of relief.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

"Your majesty, you have to take care of your dragon body, your majesty."

"Prince Jing's actions are truly outrageous. The actions of a traitor …"

When these words came out, many ministers chimed in. However, when they saw the cold glint in Yan Shuo's eyes, they instantly focused on the crowd of ministers with an obvious warning in their eyes.

"For today's matter, if anyone dares to say even half a word, I will execute them without mercy!"

The officials were shocked, immediately kneeling down, "This humble one dares not!"

Seeing Yan Shuo's ashen face, he waved his long sleeves and left the hall.

Only after Yan Shuo left far away did the officials slowly stand up. Recalling the scene just now, they shook their heads and sighed.

His father, his elder brother, and even now, every single one of his nephews were spoiling him. Only then did they get used to him committing treason in such a manner, and actually dare to point the sword at the emperor in front of so many people.

It was one thing for the Emperor not to punish him, but to have others hide what had happened today.

If things went on like this, the King Jing Palace would probably not be able to keep his arrogance in check.

Yan Xiao brought Yan Yuan all the way back to the King Jing Palace, and only then did he let go of his hand. With a deep frown, he looked at Yan Yuan and asked, "Have you gone mad? In the great hall, you're holding a sword and pointing it at the emperor.

In the face of Yan Xiao's questioning, Yan Yuan did not have much of a reaction. That face that revealed an vicissitudes of life, seemed to have lost all its vitality in an instant, and became dark and lifeless.