After I traveled through the book, I became the favorite of the cold and indifferent prince.

Chapter 150 Prince Gong died and the Crown Prince returned.

Prince Gong walked forward fearlessly and snatched the imperial edict that Emperor Jiazheng was holding tightly.

He roughly unfolded the imperial edict, glanced at its contents quickly, and then snorted with disdain.

Then he raised his head, glanced contemptuously at the dying Emperor Jiazheng lying on the bed, and said in a cold tone:

"At this point, you are still thinking about my third brother? Is he really that good? To the point that you don't even care about your own life, but you still can't forget him."

When Emperor Jiazheng heard these words, he was so angry that he trembled all over.

He stared at Prince Gong with his eyes wide open, his lips trembling but unable to utter a word.

The anger, grief and worry about the future of the country mixed together in his heart, making him feel extremely desperate.

At this moment, Emperor Jiazheng was no longer able to argue and could only watch the situation develop in an uncontrollable direction.

Just as Prince Gong raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Emperor Jiazheng on the bed, a familiar voice came from the door.

"Father, brother, long time no see."

Several people in the room looked up.

Prince Gong frowned and said in a deep voice: "Xian Wang, why don't you stay in your fiefdom and come back to the capital at this time?"

Prince Xian strode in, and the guards behind him also entered and confronted Prince Gong's guards.

As the distance between them got closer, the virtuous king suddenly knelt on his knees and kowtowed deeply to Emperor Jiazheng who was lying on the sickbed.

At the same time, he said in a sincere and somewhat fearful tone: "I am late for my poor protection of you, father. Please punish me!"

Prince Gong, who was standing by, could not help but laugh in anger when he heard this. He stared at the virtuous prince in front of him, his eyes flashing with anger, and said sternly: "Humph! Are you trying to take this opportunity to eliminate me?"

The virtuous prince slowly straightened up, glanced at the sharp sword tightly held in the hands of the prince Gong, and said in a deep voice:

"Prince Gong dared to plot rebellion and usurp the throne, causing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be murdered on the way. Now even my father is in danger, all because of a traitor like you, Prince Gong!"

After saying this, his eyes became more fierce, as if they wanted to penetrate the other person's soul.

"This king is only trying to clear the court of evildoers."

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Prince Gong's mouth, as if carrying endless ridicule and disdain. He opened his red lips slightly and said coldly: "Humph! Then let's see who is better!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung the sword in his hand, which was flashing with cold light, and chopped towards the wise king like a gust of wind.

Faced with this sudden attack, Prince Xian did not panic. He flashed and drew his sword from his waist at lightning speed, and instantly met Prince Gong's attack.

In an instant, swords crossed each other and the two men engaged in a thrilling battle.

Their moves were as smooth and natural as flowing water, yet as powerful as thunder, making it difficult to tell the winner between them.

When the guards below saw this scene, they looked at each other first, then joined the battle without hesitation and fought together with the guards under the opponent's command.

For a moment, the entire bedroom was filled with the sound of fierce fighting. Various weapons collided with each other, making bursts of crisp and pleasant sounds, accompanied by dazzling sparks flying everywhere.

These sounds intertwined together to form a deafening and powerful sound wave that made people look sideways.

While everyone was fighting fiercely, the Duke of Wei, the Grand Tutor and the Duke of Zheng took advantage of no one's attention, tiptoed to the bedside, and gently helped up the Emperor Jiazheng, who was now dying and whose breath was as weak as a candle in the wind.

Several people lowered their voices and whispered to each other.

The imperial edict that was originally thrown aside by Prince Gong was carefully picked up by Duke Wei and secretly hidden away.

After a fierce confrontation, it was finally the Xian Wang who was more skilled. He seized the opportunity, used all his strength, and accurately pierced the chest of Gong Wang with a sword.

As blood gushed out, Prince Gong groaned.

He stared at his chest in disbelief with his eyes wide open, then slowly moved his head upwards to look at the wise king who was two steps away from him.

Slowly said: "You..."

The wise king glanced at the sword on his shoulder and said quietly, "It seems that my brother is still a little behind me in strength."

After saying this, his men pulled hard, and a stream of blood gushed out. The wise king fell straight down and died with his eyes open.

As Prince Gong fell, the guards brought by the other side looked at each other, all at a loss.

The virtuous king looked at the crowd and said loudly: "Prince Gong has gone, why don't you all become my disciples and obey my orders from now on."

The guards looked at each other, with a hint of hesitation and confusion in their eyes.

Just then, a low, magnetic laugh came from the door.

Emperor Jiazheng and Duke Wei and others who were lying on the bed looked in the direction of the voice with surprise and expectation in their eyes.

"Brother, I really cannot agree with what you said. How dare you send someone to attack my father so cruelly while he was on his way to worship his ancestors, attempting to usurp the throne? How can there be a good outcome if I follow someone as wicked as you?"

As these words were spoken, a figure slowly walked into the room.

He was wearing a plain and elegant ink-colored shading open-fronted jacket, with a simple round-necked long gown underneath. He walked steadily and appeared in front of everyone with an elegant posture.

The virtuous king took a closer look, and a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face. He couldn't help but cry out: "You... actually came back safe and sound? How is this possible?"

He seemed to have seen an incredible sight, his eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief.

Si Jinchen did not immediately respond to the virtuous king's words of surprise, but first turned his gaze to Emperor Jiazheng lying on the bed, with concern in his eyes.

After a brief pause, he slowly turned his head, his eyes cold and sharp, like frost in the cold winter, staring straight at the wise king not far away.

That gaze was as sharp as a knife, seemingly able to pierce through a person's soul easily and reach the deepest and most secret corner of their heart.

"Why, are you disappointed that I didn't die at the hands of the assassins you and Prince Gong sent?"

Si Jinchen's voice was as cold as ice, and the disdain contained in it was revealed without reservation.

Every word was like a sharp cold arrow, flying mercilessly towards the virtuous king, causing him to tremble all over involuntarily.

The wise king's expression changed several times in an instant, first to surprise, then to anger, and finally to gloomy.

He took a deep breath, tried to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Even if you come back, what can you do? This time when I returned to the capital, I brought enough manpower."

However, although his words were firm, there was a hint of lack of confidence in his tone.