Chapter 1 "Hmm?"
“Why is it Yang Zheng acting?”

Hong Ji-ge looked blankly at Guan Ya. Yang Zheng's sudden action not only surprised the enemy but also confused the allies.

"What does *lao dou* mean?"

Guan Ya lowered her voice, "I don't know. Ignore him for now. Go and keep an eye on those assassins, ready to strike at any time."

She used her eyes and gestures to point out the seven assassins in the crowd one by one.

Zhi Sha Palace Master, Xiao Yuan, and Xie Lingxi tacitly changed their clothes, taking off their elaborate and gorgeous dresses and putting on ordinary people's clothes.

Sun Miaomiao spat out the Level 6 Wraith Yin Chuanmei, and then used a secret method to condense the spirit servants into a long whip, heavily whipping Jun Chuanmei and ordering, "Pull them into the illusion."

The beautiful and charming Yin Chuanmei moaned softly and prostrated on the ground, "Thank you for your grace, Master, thank you for your grace, Master, whip me again."

The women in the carriage all looked at Sun Miaomiao, seemingly not expecting that she was such a Sun Liu Shui.

Sun Miaomiao's cheeks flushed, feeling a burst of shame, and she quickly explained, "Yuanshi Tianzun gave me this spirit servant. It only works when whipped. What does Yuanshi Tianzun's perversion have to do with me?"

While she was trying to justify herself, Yin Chuanmei had already floated out of the carriage and began to secretly influence the seven assassins.

Zhi Sha Palace Master, Xie Lingxi, and Xiao Yuan changed their clothes, pushed open the car door, got out of the car one by one, and mingled into the crowd, waiting for an opportunity to act.

Except for the Zhi Sha Palace Master, Xiao Yuan and Xie Lingxi were merely Transcendent, while those who could be lurking in the crowd to assassinate the foolish emperor must be experts in the Saint realm (Minor Grandmaster).

But it didn't matter, the advantage of Lingjing Xingzhe was that they had a wide variety of props. They could launch a surprise attack without adhering to martial ethics.

As long as Yin Chuanmei pulled the assassins into the illusion, as long as the target was not the Mountain God, they would all be finished.

At this time, the crowd stirred. Seeing Yang Zheng forcibly step in to stop the Heaven Worship Ceremony, the people who had already given up hope had a glimmer of hope in their eyes, and the fire of hope was ignited.

A city defense army general at the Minor Grandmaster level led three soldiers forward, clasped his fists with a cold attitude, and said, "Chancellor Yang, please, don't embarrass this humble general. The National Preceptor and so many people are watching."

The implication was that with the National Preceptor in town, you can't stir up trouble. With so many people watching, if you don't want to lose face, you should retreat tactfully.

Yang Zheng kicked out, hitting the general in the chest and abdomen. The speed was so fast and the force so strong that the Minor Grandmaster didn't react at all. He flew out like a sandbag, rolled and rolled after landing, and only stopped after rolling more than ten meters.

This time, even the civil and military officials in the two rows were in an uproar. The city defense army, responsible for stopping the people and maintaining order, looked back in astonishment, watching their superior officer climb up in a disheveled manner.

"Clang!"

The general directly drew out his saber, his face twisted, half from pain and half from embarrassment turning into anger.

Seeing this, Zheng Wenhan no longer tolerated it and directly tore off his mask, shouting, "Yang Zheng is disobeying the imperial decree and plotting rebellion! Arrest him immediately! Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!"

The general sneered and led the soldiers of the two rows to rush over.

"How dare you!"

Zhang Yuanqing tore off an entire piece of skin as thin as cicada wings from his face and shouted loudly, "I am the current emperor! How dare you commit regicide?"

The general, who was leading his subordinates with swords, suddenly stopped and looked at Zheng Wenhan!

"Your Majesty," the officials were even more disturbed. Even these officials who had been floating in the officialdom for many years were now a little confused. How did Grand Scholar Yang Zheng suddenly become His Majesty?"

Among them, Zheng Wenhan's confidants looked at each other, choosing to wait and see, or remain silent, or pretend to be deaf and mute.

Zheng Wenhan said sternly, "Bold maniac, daring to impersonate His Majesty and disturb the Heaven Worship Ceremony! Where is the dignity of the imperial family? Someone, quickly kill this scoundrel!"

These words were for the assassins outside the venue, signaling them to act.

Zhang Yuanqing reached into his arms, opened his item bar, took out a square, bright yellow, and translucent jade seal, and held it up high, his aura not inferior to Zheng Wenhan's, and shouted, "The Imperial Jade Seal is here!"

His other hand took out a twin dragon jade pendant of the same texture from his "arms" and stared at the officials, "Don't you recognize the Imperial Jade Seal? Don't you recognize my personal jade pendant?"

"Is it really His Majesty?"

"How is His Majesty here?"

After being stunned, the ministers who didn't know the truth bowed one after another and shouted, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Zheng Wenhan's confidant ministers could only bow their heads along with them.

Only Zheng Wenhan stood there, not knowing whether to kneel or not, his eyes frequently looking at the people outside the square.

Why hasn't the Shenrui Army taken action yet?

The assassins he arranged were also silent.

Not good!

As a master of intrigue, Zheng Wenhan knew that his arrangements had been resolved by the foolish emperor. Since the assassins hadn't appeared in the first place, they never would.

Eh? He actually disguised himself as Chancellor Yang and sneaked in...

Wang Beiwang thought that the foolish emperor was timid and didn't dare to come forward in person, so he entrusted Yang Zheng to stop it.

He had just cursed the foolish emperor for being confused in his heart. Yang Zheng's name wasn't right, so how could he stop it?

"Is that really the dog emperor?"

"Burning the innocent, foolish and fatuous, he will surely be condemned by the heavens!"

"Foolish emperor! Foolish emperor!"

At the edge of the square, the capital's people roared, and the voices of scolding and accusations were endless, not afraid of being punished for disrespect. They were used to scolding.

Since Zhao Shun ascended the throne, the accusations and scolding from the people had never stopped, and the court turned a blind eye, never punishing them. The Imperial College even condoned the scholars to criticize the emperor in banquets, poetry gatherings, and other places of high discourse.

Young scholars also regarded criticizing the emperor as politically correct and showing their own nobility.

Listening to the noisy voices of the people, listening to the wanton voices cultivated under his deliberate connivance, Zheng Wenhan's heart moved. Now that anti-imperial sentiment was high, he could completely cater to the people's hearts, take advantage of the situation to denounce the foolish emperor, and abolish Zhao Shun's throne.

As long as the National Preceptor supports him, everything can be achieved.