Chapter 251

After all, in order to completely distance himself from this matter,

they had to ensure they left no handle for anyone.

The night was passing quickly; if he went to Ying Zheng's palace a second time, everyone would suspect Huhai's intentions.

But when the sky brightened, Huhai could completely use the excuse of paying his respects to go there again.

When Ying Zheng was completely dead, no one would be able to stop Huhai.

"What you say makes sense."

Huhai nodded in agreement.

He also looked up at the dark sky outside.

Even though he had stayed up until the second half of the night, he did not feel sleepy at all.

At this moment, his entire spirit was in a state of high excitement.

"Young Master, get some rest; there is still a hard battle to fight tomorrow."

Xu Qi reminded him.

If Ying Zheng truly passed away, then tomorrow would indeed be a hard battle.

Although they had already made plans on their side,

Fusu's side would absolutely not give up so easily.

Rest well, conserve energy, and face tomorrow's hard battle properly.

"That makes sense."

"You go back and rest too."

Huhai nodded; hearing Xu Qi say this, he finally felt a trace of fatigue.

Before, he had been waiting for news, his attention entirely focused on other things, so he hadn't felt sleepy at all.

Xu Qi also nodded.

Then he stood up and walked outside.

He had been following Huhai waiting for news all day, and at this moment, he was already exhausted.

Tomorrow, not only did Huhai have a hard battle to fight, but he also had one.

To put it bluntly, he felt that with Huhai's ability, he was simply not enough to deal with Fusu's side.

In the final analysis, they still had to rely on their Yin-Yang School.

Zhang Han walked through the palace with hurried steps.

The cold wind blowing against his face did not make Zhang Han feel any cold at all.

He had not expected that so many things would happen tonight.

Originally, His Majesty wanted to put on a show to lure out the people behind the scenes, but he did not expect that those people would not be lured out.

Instead, it revealed Young Master Huhai's treacherous intentions.

Zhang Han now felt somewhat incredulous.

One must know, Young Master Huhai was one of His Majesty's two sons.

Even if he did not end up sitting in that position,

given His Majesty's character, he would still ensure his wealth and glory for the rest of his life.

Zhang Han believed that Huhai had absolutely no need to do such a thing.

No matter what he thought, the matter had already happened.

The team of imperial guards following behind him moved with uniform steps and a menacing aura.

When the group arrived at Huhai's palace, they found that Huhai had already gone to bed.

Zhang Han couldn't help but sigh in his heart again.

He had thought tonight was destined to be a sleepless night, but he did not expect that the protagonist, Young Master Huhai, had actually gone to bed.

He had thought a lot when he came; he thought he would see a Young Master Huhai waiting for news.

He just never expected that Huhai would be resting at this moment.

"What do you want? Young Master Huhai has already rested; if there is anything, talk about it tomorrow."

The eunuch guarding outside saw the menacing imperial guards and said with some terror.

Zhang Han glanced at this eunuch and said coldly.

"Get lost!"

After speaking, an imperial guard behind him stepped forward and pushed the eunuch away.

The noisy commotion outside naturally woke Huhai inside.

When Huhai heard the sound of armor clashing together, he immediately sat up from the bed.

When he realized that a large number of imperial guards had appeared outside, his eyes lit up.

Could it be that the old thing really died?

And these imperial guards came to notify him of the news.

Huhai hurriedly climbed out of bed, put on his clothes, and walked outside.

Just then, Zhang Han pushed open the door and saw Huhai dressing.

"General Zhang Han, I didn't expect you to come here personally; what happened?"

Huhai pretended to have a very surprised expression as he looked at Zhang Han.

Zhang Han looked coldly at Huhai's performance.

Then he said coldly.

"Please, Young Master Huhai, come with me."

Looking at Zhang Han's expressionless face, Huhai became even more convinced of his own thoughts.

That old thing must be dead.

"Trouble General Zhang Han to lead the way."

Huhai couldn't wait to see the situation at the scene.

Zhang Han was so cold; perhaps he had learned that Ying Zheng died at Fusu's hands.

A triumphant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Han did not care what Huhai was thinking behind him.

The group hurriedly returned to Ying Zheng's palace.

Huhai followed behind Zhang Han and walked over immediately.

When he saw Fusu standing at the door with a pale face, he immediately spoke.

"Fusu, what have you done?"

"His Majesty loved you so much, yet you did such a thing."

After Huhai finished speaking, he expected to see Fusu's horrified eyes.

But he did not expect that the gaze Fusu turned toward him would be incredibly complex.

When he saw the complexity in Fusu's eyes, Huhai was stunned.

That gaze held complexity, but no fear.

"You..."

Huhai originally intended to say something else, but was interrupted by a voice from behind.

"What do you think Fusu would do?"

"That would naturally be plotting to harm the Imperial Father."

Huhai answered without hesitation.

After he answered, he realized something was wrong.

That voice just now was extremely familiar.

His body's subconscious reaction made him turn his head.

When he saw the familiar figure on the bed, Huhai was completely stunned.

Shouldn't this old thing be dead?

How could he still appear here?

"Imperial Father, you..."

Huhai asked subconsciously.

"Are you saying you wonder why I am still alive?"

Ying Zheng asked coldly.

His eyes held no emotion.

Regarding his sons, he had always treated them equally.

Although he knew his position would eventually be handed to one son,

he had not given up on the others; he had long since made plans for them.

Yet he did not expect that before he died, the one who couldn't wait to send him away was his own son.

If anyone else had acted tonight, Ying Zheng would not have had such complex emotions.

But this person happened to be his son, Huhai...

His youngest son.

"No, I didn't mean that."

Huhai hurriedly explained.

He truly did not understand why Ying Zheng was not dead; he had clearly seen with his own eyes Ying Zheng drink that cup of tea.

However, since Ying Zheng was not dead, he absolutely could not expose what he had done before.

"I am not dead; are you very disappointed?"

Ying Zheng continued to say coldly.

"Imperial Father, how could you say that?"

Huhai showed an injured expression, as if he were confused as to why Ying Zheng would say such things.

"Hahaha..."

Ying Zheng couldn't help but laugh.

His youngest son, whom he had always thought had no great use.

Yet he did not expect.

Truly did not expect it.

"Zhang Han, bring the tea on the table to him."

Ying Zheng closed his eyes; he did not want to continue speaking.

Ever since Zhang Han entered, he had been standing by Ying Zheng's side.

Upon hearing Ying Zheng's instruction, he immediately walked to the table and poured a cup of tea.

Upon hearing Ying Zheng's words, Huhai's heart trembled slightly.

He wouldn't know, would he?

"Heh, hehe, Imperial Father, I am not thirsty."

Watching Zhang Han walk toward him step by step, Huhai subconsciously took a few steps back.

Fusu was here.

If he drank the tea in the cup, he would likely die on the spot.

If Fusu were not here, he might have drunk this bowl of tea.

"Huhai, I originally thought you had no great talent, but I did not expect your audacity to be so great."

"Will you drink this bowl of tea yourself, or shall I feed it to you personally?"

Ying Zheng's cold voice came from the side.

When Huhai heard this, how could he not understand?

Ying Zheng already knew everything he had done.

His body began to tremble violently.

Then, with a thud, he knelt on the ground.

"Imperial Father, please spare me."

"Imperial Father, I was truly blinded by greed to do such a thing."

"Imperial Father, please spare me."

Huhai collapsed on the ground, unable to stop begging for mercy.

He thought his plan was foolproof, but he did not expect that Ying Zheng had not drunk that stuff at all.

A trace of panic flashed in Huhai's eyes.