Song Dynasty, Shangqiu.

A long and oppressive silence occupied the entire hall, which only made the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty sitting in the hall breathless.

After carefully exhaling a breath of turbid air in his chest and relieving some of the depression in his heart, Prime Minister Song bravely looked up.

At this moment, Song Gonghan, who was on the throne above, was suppressing the anger in his chest, and the silk book from Wei was tightly clutched in his hand.

"Bang……"

The sound of slapping palms resounded throughout the hall, and before Prime Minister Song below could recover from his shock, Song Gonghan's furious roar immediately exploded in his ears.

"Dai Yan, you are going too far!"

"It's in vain that I took you as my arm, and I often entrusted you with important tasks, but you are so ungrateful."

Seeing that Song Gonghan's anger was almost burning the entire hall, Song Xiang, who realized that the situation was about to get out of control, immediately spoke out to comfort him: "Please calm down your anger, is there anything in it..."

"Calm down my anger. How can the Prime Minister tell me to calm down my anger?"

Standing up from the throne, Song Gonghan took three steps at a time and came to the front of Prime Minister Song. The silk book in his hand was hit hard on the table in front of him.

When Prime Minister Song opened the silk book and read the contents clearly, the expression on his face immediately became horrified.

"Your Majesty, this..."

"Xiangguo, if King Wei hadn't told me, I would still have been kept in the dark by Dai Yan."

As he spoke, a look of resentment appeared on Song Gonghan's face, "My brother actually has connections with foreign countries and wants to murder me."

Song Gonghan's pace suddenly accelerated, and he suddenly stopped in front of the palace door, "Since he has already taken action first, don't blame me for not caring about the friendship between brothers."

Being able to replace Song Huan Gong, the ancestor of the Song Dynasty, and sit firmly in the position of Song Gong for decades, Song Gonghan was not a simple role.

The reason why he did not gain much fame among the princes was because he knew how much his Song State had, and also understood that the Song State was simply unable to compete with the great powers.

This is also why after Wei regained its hegemony, Song Gonghan always chose to follow Wei, because only in this way could Song survive.

However, being cautious externally did not hinder Song Gonghan's decisiveness internally. You must know that when "Dai took over Song Dynasty", Song Gonghan's hands were stained with a lot of blood.

Now that he has understood the threat that Gongzi Yan poses to his throne, Song Gonghan will naturally not drag his feet.

"Someone is coming!"

"Your Majesty."

The moment Song Gonghan's voice fell, a strong and strong general immediately appeared in front of him, ready to accept the military orders he issued at any time.

Seeing the confidant in front of him who had raised up and controlled the most elite army of the Song Dynasty, Song Gonghan just said coldly, "Send my military order and quickly assemble the soldiers and be on standby at any time."

"Here."

After the general was ordered to retreat temporarily, Prime Minister Song slowly came behind Song Gonghan and said, "Your Majesty, this is to..."

Without answering Prime Minister Song's question, Song Gonghan turned around and came to the sword stand in the palace, where his sword was lying quietly on it.

Taking his sword off the sword stand, Song Gonghan spent some effort to pull out the long sword. The golden blade reflected Song Gonghan's cold face.

"kill!"

He said it coldly, as if he was answering Prime Minister Song's question, and also seemed to be telling his own decision in his heart.

Hanging the long sword on his waist, Song Gonghan strode out of the hall the next moment.

…

"Knock knock knock..."

Outside the young master's residence, a sudden knock on the door broke the tranquility of the residence.

"Coming, coming, who is it?"

Just as the waiter was asking questions and opening the door of the mansion, many soldiers who had been waiting for a long time swarmed up and rushed in through the incomplete door.

Faced with these sudden uninvited guests, the waiter who opened the door had no time to react, and panic took over his mind.

"What are you doing? Do you know whose mansion this is? You..."

"Well!"

The waiter hadn't finished shouting out, but the next moment he felt a sudden sharp pain in his chest.

Slowly looking down with disbelief, when a long sword stained with blood appeared in front of his eyes, the waiter felt that his eyes suddenly turned black.

"Bang……"

Not caring at all about the fallen corpse at his feet, and letting the long sword in his hand drip with blood, the Song general who took action just gave the order coldly.

"Your Majesty has an order that no one should be left in the Young Master's mansion."

"Here."

Following the sound of "no", many soldiers of the Song Dynasty rushed towards the mansion in front of them like a tide.

Starting from the gate of the mansion, Song soldiers advanced step by step, and every step forward was mixed with cruel killings.

No one who stood in front of these soldiers, whether they were high-ranking nobles or cautious waiters, could escape the fate of death and became corpses in a pool of blood.

Facing the soldiers of Song Dynasty, the people in the prince's mansion naturally would not sit still and wait for death. After experiencing the initial confusion, the guests in the mansion who were worshiped by the prince on a daily basis picked up their weapons one after another.

"Everyone, if you raise a scholar, this is the day."

"Even if we die, we will use the sword in our hands to fight a bloody path for the young master."

"kill!"

Under the guidance of a master of swordsmanship, the retainers of the mansion and the private soldiers raised by Prince Yan on weekdays shouted and rushed towards the Song soldiers who were approaching step by step with sharp swords in their hands.

The battle was about to break out at this moment. In this small mansion, the Song Army and Gongzi Yan began to fight fiercely.

There were many men with superb swordsmanship among the young master Yan Yifang; the soldiers of the Song Dynasty had the advantage in numbers, and the two sides, who had their own strengths and weaknesses, were fighting anxiously at the beginning.

But a well-trained army is still an army after all. As the battle gradually progressed, and one after another sword masters fell to the combined attacks of Song soldiers, the balance of victory finally fell to the Song army.

"Bang……"

A moment later, when several Song soldiers, covered in blood, kicked open the study door, Gongzi Yan sat there quietly.

"I want to see Dai Han."

…

"I heard that you want to see me."

A moment later, when Song Gonghan stepped into the study, he was greeted by Gongzi Yan's cold expression.

"Dai Han, I don't obey you."

"Why don't you accept it?" There was not much anger on his face, Song Gonghan just asked calmly.

A hint of disdain flashed across his face, and Gongzi Yan said contemptuously: "If I were Song Gong, the Song Kingdom would never be like what it is today."

"Since you obtained the title of Duke of Song, you have lost your ambition to make progress, and you have even forgotten the great wishes of the ancestors of the Song Dynasty."

"I, the Song Dynasty, are descendants of the Xuanniu, the great Shang Zhengshuo, but you have forgotten all this. You only know that you are following the Wei Dynasty, and you are as obedient as a hound."

"Oh!" After hearing Gongzi Yan's words, Song Gonghan still asked calmly: "What would you do if you were Song Gong?"

"Of course we will attack Qi in the east and South Korea in the west. After we have completely defeated these two countries, we will then compete with Wei to restore the legacy of our ancestors!"

"Arrogant!"

Facing Gongzi Yan who was losing his mind and going crazy, Song Gonghan felt that it was a mistake for him to listen to what he had to say.

"The Song State is weak and must rely on its overlord to survive. If you really become the monarch of the Song State, the Song State will inevitably perish in your hands."

"Impossible! No way..."

Before Young Master Yan could finish his crazy words, a sharp long sword pierced his chest directly.

The next moment, Gongzi Yan felt that the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and he fell down helplessly.

"able."

After silently glancing at his younger brother, Song Gonghan put away his long sword and slowly walked out of the study.

"Burn to ashes."

"Here!"

…

At night, Song Gonghan, who sat back on the throne, once again held the silk book in his hands, and a thoughtful look suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Prime Minister, I would like to go to Anyi to meet the King of Wei with the courtesy of a minister."
Chapter completed!