Just as Feng Qingyang was filled with regret, a figure mysteriously appeared in the Imperial Study Room. "Afraid already?" Ling Su’s cold and indifferent voice echoed in the hall.
Upon hearing Ling Su’s voice, Feng Qingyang quickly raised his eyes, a tension gripping his heart.
Although Li Cheng was also startled, he quickly rushed in front of Feng Qingyang to show his loyalty, assuming a protective stance while shouting loudly, "Guards! There’s an assassin!"
However, when the head of the Imperial Guards, Xia Ziyang, rushed in, Ling Su cast a disdainful and cold glance at him.
She then said, "In the Mortal World, your strength is quite decent, but unfortunately, you are facing me now!"
With those words, Ling Su casually formed her fair wrist into a fist and lightly swung it at Xia Ziyang.
Instantly, a massive shadow of a fist rushed towards Xia Ziyang.
Xia Ziyang immediately tried to defend with all his strength, but he couldn’t withstand the power of the fist shadow and was sent flying, crashing miserably onto the white marble floor outside the hall, spewing a long stream of blood.
Witnessing this, Feng Qingyang’s face immediately changed.
"Who are you?" Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and said.
This attack, how does it resemble that despicable Lingxi?
...
Looking at Feng Qingyang’s livid expression, Ling Su calmly said, "There is no need for you to know who I am. I came today for one thing only."
"Now, I want you to immediately write an edict to pass the throne to Feng Wuchen!"
"Once the edict is written, kindly gather the ministers and abdicate, enjoying your life as the Supreme Emperor."
"Otherwise, it won’t just be your throne you lose, but your life."
Hearing Ling Su’s words, Feng Qingyang felt his heart sink heavily.
He always focused on guarding against that bastard Feng Qiwu from growing stronger, never putting Feng Changge and Feng Wuchen in his eyes.
Who would have thought that he would make such a miscalculation?
Feng Wuchen actually found such a master to force the palace!
The one who usually pretended to be uninterested turned out to be the most ruthless.
However, despite his anger, Feng Qingyang quickly calmed down.
Thinking of what the Hidden Guard reported, Feng Qingyang squinted his eyes and relaxed his expression.
Then, looking Ling Su up and down, he said coldly, "Making me pass the throne to Wuchen is not a big deal, anyway, I never planned to have the Crown Prince ascend the throne from the very beginning."
Upon hearing this, Ling Su showed no surprise at all.
She naturally knew that Feng Qingyang never intended for Feng Qiwu to inherit the throne, which is why she appeared now, asking him to pass it to Feng Wuchen.
Because Feng Qingyang had no fondness for his aunt’s son.
Moreover, Feng Qiwu’s current power had reached a level that Feng Qingyang could no longer control by any means, so after she appeared, he would definitely want her and Feng Qiwu to clash so he could benefit from it.
Unfortunately, neither Feng Qiwu nor she could be manipulated by Feng Qingyang’s usual scheming tactics anymore.
But for now, there was no need for Feng Qingyang to realize this too early.
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And just as Ling Su anticipated, the next moment Feng Qingyang indeed said to her, "As long as you can depose the Crown Prince, or better yet, kill him, I promise to immediately summon the ministers and pass the throne to the third brother in their presence!"
"Otherwise, as long as the Crown Prince is still around, even as the monarch of a nation, I can’t just appoint a new ruler while the Crown Prince is perfectly fine. This would go against the ancestral rules."