Traveling to ancient times, with space

Chapter 90 Chaos Has Begun

By the time Mu Yuhe returned to the palace, Su Yue had already sensed it with her spiritual power.

Because she had come up with another good idea. Didn't Mu Yuhe and Mu Yulin think they were determined to get the throne? Then she would wait until they were just one step away and then destroy everything.

Wouldn't that be even more fun?

Su Yue then began to cultivate in the space, spending all her time cultivating except for eating and sleeping.

Inside the palace, the Second Prince Mu Yuhe and the Fourth Prince Mu Yulin had already spread the news of the old emperor's death like ripples.

They were like two cunning foxes, plotting their future within the deep palace.

Within a few short days, the other princes, as if drawn by an invisible hand, rushed from their fiefdoms in all directions to return to the capital to attend the old emperor's memorial service, while also secretly vying for the supreme throne.

Every step forward is like a war without gunpowder, and they are the protagonists in this war.

Time flies like an arrow; before we knew it, five days had quietly passed.

Inside the palace, it was as if a baptism had been performed, and order was gradually restored.

The patrolling guards, moving between the palaces, marched in neat and powerful steps, like a steel-forged defensive line, protecting this seemingly calm but turbulent palace.

Meanwhile, the busy eunuchs and maids carefully wiped every corner, as if erasing traces of the past and preparing for a new situation.

The ministers, like rows of silent stone statues, knelt before the old emperor's coffin, their expressions solemn and sorrowful.

They may have had their own calculations in mind; some were loyal to and nostalgic for the old emperor, while others were worried and speculating about the future situation.

The Second Prince, Mu Yulin, had been gradually recovering from the effects of Su Yue feeding him spiritual spring water, and he intended to persuade Mu Yuhe not to get so angry over a little girl.

Yet, despite his own severe injuries, he recovered so well in just a few days thanks to what that little girl had given him, which stirred a strong desire within him.

Now, he is even more eager to find Su Yue, imprison her, and have those skilled in medicine make that magical elixir for him day and night.

In his view, as long as he had these elixirs, it was as if he possessed the tools to conquer the world. Why should he worry about not being able to sit on the throne that everyone admired?

His eyes gleamed with greed, as if the throne were right before him, within reach.

That day, Su Yue had just finished her cultivation and was planning to have a good meal before going to rest.

Then I heard the tolling of bells, and then people started crying loudly; I could hear both men and women crying.

Su Yue released her spiritual energy and discovered that it was a woman in her thirties with a child of eleven or twelve years old, who was crying and being helped by a maid.

Su Yue didn't recognize him, but judging from the extravagance of his clothes and the jewelry he wore, they were either gold or silver.

If not a princess, she should at least be a county princess.

They arrived quite quickly. By the time all the princes have returned, that will be the time for Su Yue to make her move.

She wanted these people to kill each other first, and then she would pick up the scraps. After all, the dynasty was already in chaos, and she didn't want it to get any more chaotic.

There's an old saying: troubled times produce heroes.

Then you can find someone you like and who is obedient to sit in that seat.

He also wanted to build himself an observatory so that everyone would come and worship him. It seemed feasible.

If an entire dynasty were to come and pay homage to me, wouldn't the space upgrade even faster?

Su Yue waited in the space for two days, and then the remaining princes returned.

Because the old emperor was poisoned by the fifth and ninth princes, he did not issue any imperial edicts to designate which prince would inherit the throne.

After the old emperor's coffin was placed in the royal mausoleum, a great battle broke out both inside and outside the palace.

The battle lasted for three days and three nights, and was even more brutal than the last one. Even the refugees outside the city were so frightened that they dared not linger and all fled in an instant.

The only sounds in Kyoto were the sounds of fighting and the clash of swords.

The blood inside the palace flowed outside and merged with the blood inside the city. Finally, the blood mixed with snow flowed all the way to the outside of the city.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and corpses littered the ground, their identities indistinguishable from one another's.

Of the princes who were still alive, only the Second Prince Mu Yuhe, the Fourth Prince Mu Yulin, the Seventh Prince Mu Yuqing, and the Eleventh Prince Mu Yuhua remained.

Of these princes, the eleventh prince was the youngest, still quite young, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

The fourth prince, Mu Yulin, was already seriously injured, and now he had been fighting with several princes for three days and three nights.

The injury seemed to be scorched by a raging fire, becoming increasingly severe.

Every movement, every breath, seemed to tug at the nerves of his wound, causing him unbearable pain.

However, in order to prevent the other surviving princes from realizing how weak he had become, he gritted his teeth and stubbornly persevered.

Although his resolute face was covered with sweat and exhaustion, he never showed the slightest sign of weakness.

"Eleventh brother, are you going to compete too?" Mu Yuhe held the gleaming sword in his hand, pointing it directly at Mu Yuhua, who was being tightly protected by a general.

At this moment, Mu Yuhua was about fourteen or fifteen years old. Her face still showed signs of immaturity, but her eyes revealed a determination and courage beyond her years.

He raised his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, and said, "Brother, you jest. We are all Father's children, so why can't I compete? Just because I'm young, does that mean I should be at your mercy?"

As she spoke, she met Mu Yuhe's sharp gaze without any fear.

In this fierce battle, Mu Yuhua was undoubtedly the one who attracted the most attention. From the very beginning, he demonstrated extraordinary strength and wisdom.

No one could have imagined that this seemingly frail young man would fight his way through to the end and become a dark horse in the struggle for the throne.

"Hmph, you do indeed have some skill. Since you're so determined to seize that supreme position, don't blame me for being ruthless. You will have to pay a heavy price for it!"

Mu Yuhe's face was devoid of any warmth, like ice that had never melted in a thousand years. He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, and the sword seemed to sense its master's anger, trembling slightly.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the sword in his hand traced a graceful arc in the air like a nimble snake. Then, he smoothly twirled the sword and finally brought it back. The movement was fluid and seamless, showcasing his superb swordsmanship.

This fierce battle was far too cruel; the air was thick with the scent of death, and the dead had piled up like mountains. Yet, four princes still stubbornly remained alive.

The hatred between them was like a raging fire, which could reignite the war at any moment.

Those officials who were once so powerful and influential are now terrified, fearing they will become victims of this struggle. They even wish they could block their own doors to avoid this undeserved disaster.

However, the wheel of fate will not stop turning because of their fears.