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With Cai Yuhu in the lead, Pingyuan Army left the palace. Their withdrawal was not because of Ziyang Haochun's orders, but because of Qiu Zhen's pigeon message.

From Qiu Zhen's point of view, the reason why Liang Xing wanted to occupy the palace so badly was obviously to become king. This way, he would be able to get the truth from his side.

When Pingyuan Army left the palace, the Sanshui Army outside did not stop them at all, and automatically opened a path for them, allowing them to pass through. Liang Xing and Ziyang Haochun were both surprised and happy, the two of them could not believe their eyes, and actually followed Ziyang Haochun's orders and retreated. Liang Xing heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and sighed inwardly, The heavens were opened to help him achieve great things!

As soon as Pingyuan Army left the palace, Liang Xing impatiently ordered his Sanshui Army to enter. As for where the ten thousand Generals And Soldiers of Pingyuan Army s were going to go, he did not have the mind to bother with them anymore. As long as he could take the lead and become king, he could solve all the other problems.

Liang Xing wanted to call himself king, but he overlooked one point. Ziyang Haochun who was on the same front as him also had the heart to call himself king. After entering the palace, Liang Xing still sent people to pacify the Bin Fei concubines in the rear palace. He said that he was not rebelling, but was only targeting Tang Yin, who had ulterior motives, and was taking over the palace, so the various concubines did not need to be afraid.

Following that, he entered the main hall of the imperial court. Looking at the huge throne at the center of the hall, Liang Xing was extremely moved. In order to be able to sit at the center of the hall, countless people had died, Tang Yin and Zhong Tian had fought until their heads were bleeding. To think that the one laughing at the end would be himself. As he thought about this, he slowly walked to the front of the throne, turned around, and slowly sat on it.

As Liang Xing took his seat, his hanger-ons, guards and loyal officials all looked at each other and shot meaningful glances at each other. They then kneeled at the same time and shouted, "Great King Hong Fu, Qi Tian, thousands of years old! "Hong Fu Qi Tian, thousands of generations!" "Haha?" Liang Xing looked at the kneeling crowd below him, and could not help but laugh out loud. Sitting here was the ruler of an empire, the lord of all its people. He was high above everyone else, and no one could stand above him. No matter how powerful or wealthy the other party was, he was nothing more than an ant in front of the king.

Just as Liang Xing was thinking this, someone shouted from below, "Prime Minister Liang, that is not a place you should be!" With that sentence, the smile on Liang Xing's face stiffened. He turned to look, the one who spoke was none other than Great General Ziyang Haochun.

Liang Xing was startled for a moment, then laughed and said: "A nation cannot be without a ruler for a single day, and I have been in the wind for too long, so I am now living in chaos, and people are panicking, waiting for the next day. At this time, someone has to step up and take responsibility, and inherit the throne. After Ziyang Haochun heard this, he was so angry that his nose almost went crooked. If this was considered as having been the first time Zhong Tian had been crowned king, then Liang Xing was indeed a third generation elder, but so was it to him, why was the throne his Liang Xing's, and not his? He sneered and said, "Prime Minister Liang's words are even better than singing! "If you were talking about the three dynasties, there would be many ministers present. Why is it that only your Prime Minister Liang is the king?" Liang Xing's smile gradually turned into a sinister smile, he leaned forward and said faintly: "Among ministers, my prestige is the highest, if Great General Ziyang can find someone whose prestige exceeds mine, I can give way!" Without even thinking about it, Ziyang Haochun tapped his nose and said: "Me!" "You?" That's right! "In terms of being an official in the imperial court, I want to surpass you. In terms of prestige, I, Ziyang Haochun, am not inferior to you, Liang Xing!" Ziyang Haochun said with determination.

"Haha?" Liang Xing laughed out loud and said: "If I remember correctly, it was you, Great General Ziyang, who advocated sending out troops and Ning Country, which resulted in the loss of over 200,000 troops. If you were to be the king, wouldn't I, Windy, be the ruler?" The battle of Hedong could be said to be a humiliation that Ziyang Haochun would never be able to erase in his entire life. Of course, he had a certain amount of responsibility, but the main reason for his failure was still due to Zhong Tian having a secret relationship with him, and now that Liang Xing mentioned it again, it was undoubtedly because he was sprinkling salt on Ziyang Haochun's wounds. The latter had a very bad temper, after listening to it, his anger soared to the skies, he roared, and took two steps forward, shouting: Humph! "If I did not stop you, I'm afraid that even more people from the Feng Country would have been killed by you!" "Liang Xing..." Ziyang Haochun was enraged, he grinded his teeth and roared, then he pulled out his sword and rushed towards Liang Xing.

Without waiting for him to rush in front of Liang Xing, the latter's guards and hanger-ons had already moved forward in unison to stop him. Before he entered the palace, Ziyang Haochun had still been of some use to him. But now that he had already entered the palace, he was only missing the last step, called king. Since Ziyang Haochun was already useless now, staying would only bring him more trouble. His eyes flashed and he shouted coldly: "Ziyang Haochun attempted to assassinate me, what are you waiting for? "Quick, take it down!" As soon as Liang Xing's words fell, all the guards and hanger-ons had already rushed forward and knocked Ziyang Haochun onto the ground without any further explanation, then wrapped his back tightly around them. Ziyang Haochun could not move his hands and feet, but his mouth was not idle as he scolded, "Liang Xing, your heart is like a poisonous scorpion, an ungrateful and careful person, your father really should not have agreed to help you at the beginning …" Before he could finish cursing, one of the hanger-ons found a piece of rag and rolled it into a ball, and fiercely stuffed it into Ziyang Haochun's mouth.

Liang Xing waved his hands, and said casually: "Drag him away, then lock him up together with Wu Yu, waiting for things to come to an end." "Yes!" The guards answered as they dragged Ziyang Haochun out like a dead dog.

Seeing that Ziyang Haochun had been taken away, Liang Xing's gaze shifted. Laughing, he looked at the ministers who were loyal to Ziyang Haochun and stood in place, asking softly: "Masters, do you wish to imitate Ziyang Haochun, or support me in being the king?" The ministers came back to their senses and looked at each other, then paused for five or six seconds. Then, one by one, they kneeled down and kowtowed, shouting, "Thousand years, thousand years, thousand years!" In the imperial court, there was no such thing as loyalty or friendship at all. There were only mutual benefits that were linked to each other. When you had power, people would naturally support you and respect you. And once you lost power, those who had followed your lead would not be a bad thing as long as they didn't come to beat the crap out of you.

If they followed Ziyang Haochun now, there would only be a dead end, and they would be able to protect themselves. If they didn't bow their heads to Liang Xing now, how long would they have to wait?

Seeing that Ziyang Haochun's faction's ministers were all calling him King, Liang Xing was relieved, the smile on his face became even wider. He blinked his eyes and said faintly: "Masters, it is still too early to call me King! "Shouldn't you do something first?" None of the officials understood what Liang Xing meant, but they all looked at him blankly.

Letting out a sigh, Liang Xing said: "Don't all of you feel that now is the time for you to join forces and ask the world to advise me to inherit the throne?" Just one sentence was enough to wake the people in their dreams, only then did they understand what Liang Xing meant. Liang Xing was smarter than Zhong Tian by a lot, and he was more shrewd than him by a lot. He did not want to take the initiative to call himself king, but wanted the ministers to submit to him jointly and advise him to be the king. That way, it would seem that he would have no choice but to call him king because of the need of the situation.

"Right, right, right!" "We shall join forces and write a written report urging the Prime Minister Liang to claim the throne!" "That's right, I'll write it now!" "Let me start the brush!" The ministers answered at once.

Not long after Liang Xing entered the palace, the twenty odd Minister of Imperial Court s finished writing down the ones that advised Liang Xing to be the king.

And the first written rejection from the officials was rejected by Liang Xing. He claimed that he was too inexperienced and lacked the ability to be a sovereign. Very quickly, the twenty odd ministers came up with a second joint letter. It was similar to the previous article, as they praised Liang Xing, praised him as if he was a god that had descended to the mortal world. It was as if no one other than him in the Feng Country had the qualifications and ability to inherit the throne, and was trying to flatter and flatter him.

To the ministers who tried to advise him twice, Liang Xing still put on an act of refusing, and following that, the ministers once again wrote a third joint letter. This time, Liang Xing did not reject them, and had already done all that he could, and even humbled himself when the time came, before he finally nodded and expressed that he was willing to inherit the throne.

When the announcement of Liang Xing agreeing to inherit the throne of Feng Country was posted, the people inside the Yan City immediately burst into cheers. This was not because the citizens supported Liang Xing, but all of this was planned beforehand. On the streets, the cheering citizens were mostly Liang Xing, as well as his Domestic Servant and his guests.

It could be said that this joyous scene was entirely orchestrated by Liang Xing.

Qiu Zhen and the other higher ups of the Tianyuan Army watched as Liang Xing became the king. After that, they gave Tang Yin the legend of a pigeon, explained the situation, and asked him for his opinion on how they should handle the situation.

The message Tang Yin received was a brief description of what happened with the Yan City.

Le Tian read through the entire letter from beginning to end as cold sweat dripped down his back. Liang Xing was actually crowned king in Yan City? This... How could this happen? We already have an army of several hundred thousand at Yan City, is it possible that no one stood up to stop Liang Xing?

He swallowed his saliva, and with trembling hands, he handed the letter back to Tang Yin. At the same time, he said with a trembling voice, "Master, this is all in the letter. "What do you think we should do …" Tang Yin waved his hand, interrupting Le Tian's question, his eyes deep as he said, "Qiu Zhen and the rest are forcing me!" As he spoke, he held the letter tightly in his hand and said faintly, "Force me to wash my Yan City with blood!"