On the high wall, a figure in plain white stood against the wind.
"Uncle Jiu!" Chu Qianli's eyes lit up, and she immediately recognized the person.
The current commander of the Imperial Guards finally recognized him too, "His Highness Prince Jiu?"
It was indeed His Highness Prince Jiu!
Back then, he was just a young man, a mere foot soldier in the Imperial Army.
And at that time, His Highness Prince Jiu was already the God of War of their Beiming.
Unexpectedly, the Prince Jiu from more than ten years ago had now become a man in his thirties, yet his appearance was exactly the same as back then!
Feng Bufan finally recognized Feng Dingchu as well.
At this moment, his heart was filled with fear: "Trai-traitor, he is a traitor! Come, come, arrest him, kill, kill him without mercy!"
He absolutely couldn't let him speak!
Hadn't the Empress Dowager already poisoned him to death?
Why was this fellow still alive and appearing before them now? Why?
"Come, come! Kill him without mercy! Kill him! Come! Kill him!"
"Feng Bufan, may I ask what crime this king has committed that you wish to execute me?"
Feng Dingchu descended from the high wall with a light, ethereal movement, standing before Feng Yexuan and Chu Qianli.
"Ninth Imperial Uncle." Feng Yexuan clenched his fist. Seeing his Ninth Imperial Uncle at this moment, his heart was unspeakably moved.
"Come, come..."
"Feng Bufan, you are the traitorous minister and rebel of our Beiming! It was you who murdered your elder brother and seized power, thus gaining the throne today!"
Feng Dingchu looked at all the surrounding guards, his eyes dark, his voice resounding:
"I hold an imperial decree, an imperial decree from the late Emperor to pass the throne to Prince Ye!"
What? The person the late Emperor wanted to pass the throne to was actually Prince Ye?
Back then, wasn't it that Prince Ye had died of illness, and the late Emperor wanted to pass the throne to Prince Jing, who was now the Emperor?
"Ninth Imperial Uncle, is what you're saying true?" Feng Yexuan couldn't help but step forward.
Blood seeped out from his body again.
He looked somewhat unbearable to look at.
Feng Dingchu glanced back at him, truly helpless, "This fellow never takes good care of himself. I thought after he got Little Li'er, things would be different."
"I will make him learn to cherish himself from now on," Chu Qianli also said helplessly.
But now was not the time to talk about this.
She looked at Feng Dingchu, wanting to ask, but did not dare.
Where was the imperial decree?
His hands were empty.
Feng Dingchu saw through her question at a glance, and he couldn't help but curve his lips, "Little one, didn't I give you the imperial decree long ago? You just didn't bother to look at what I gave you."
"What?" Chu Qianli was stunned.
She remembered that he had indeed given her some things back then.
But she thought it was just for her to keep temporarily.
And it contained an imperial decree from the late Emperor enfeoffing Prince Ye?
Uncle Jiu had actually given such an important thing to her?
Chu Qianli immediately rummaged through the items in her Qiankun Chain and finally found that wooden box.
She took it out, opened it, and was shocked herself!
An imperial decree from the late Emperor!
It was an imperial decree from the late Emperor passing the throne to Prince Ye!
"I have evidence to prove that Prince Ye's death back then was caused by Feng Bufan."
"You... what are you talking about? I, I am your own elder brother, you..."
Feng Bufan couldn't catch his breath and almost fainted.
His body was actually already failing.
Now, being provoked by Feng Dingchu like this, his breath immediately became disordered.
"The late Emperor decreed to pass the throne to Prince Ye. After Feng Bufan learned of this imperial decree, he harbored resentment and secretly poisoned Prince Ye."
Feng Dingchu exhaled, looking at the swaying Feng Bufan, "I have already notified the Great General of Zhenguo, as well as several old ministers. They are now outside the palace. Right and wrong will be known once everyone sees the imperial decree."