Chapter 381: The whole court is loyal to the Emperor, how can there be unfaithful people?

Yuwen Lun was shocked, his hand on his jade belt stopped suddenly, and even his tense spine stiffened a bit, a trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes instantly.

In a trance, he couldn't believe his ears...

Yuwen Lun's Adam's apple moved, and he subconsciously raised his finger to point at his own chest, his fingertips trembling slightly, his voice carrying a bit of incredulous hoarseness: "Me?"

"Your Majesty... you want me... to kill Supervisor Chen?"

His eyes were full of shock, mixed with a bit of uncertainty, staring at the young Emperor.

As if he wanted to confirm from the other's eyes if this order was serious?

What is the difference between this and the Nine-Headed Insect asking Benbaba to get rid of Tang Seng and his disciples?

Yuwen Yan slapped the imperial desk, the jade tablet on the desk was shaken over, making a harsh, crisp sound.

He stood up abruptly from the throne, the hem of his black robe swept across the floor, the young man's figure twisted into a piece of wild shadow under the candlelight.

His originally clear eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes, like charcoal fire burning to the extreme, full of madness that had lost its reason.

He pointed at Yuwen Lun, his voice hoarse as if torn, every word carrying hysterical roaring: "Yes!"

The young Emperor staggered forward a step, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk tightly, his knuckles turning white as if they were about to break, the murderous intent and madness intertwined in his eyes, even his breathing became heavy and rapid: "Cut Chen Yan, bring his head over, and I will add ten thousand households to your fief!"

At this moment, Yuwen Yan had been stimulated to the point of being like Wu Zetian after her husband died, completely losing his reason...

He just wanted to use Chen Yan's blood to calm his restlessness.

Yuwen Lun looked at the hysterical young Emperor on the throne, the shock in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a kind of numb calmness—

He did not step forward, nor did he answer, just stood straight, his gaze falling on Yuwen Yan's bloodshot eyes, on his hands gripping the edge of the desk with blue knuckles, on his shoulders trembling slightly due to madness.

There was no awe, no panic, not even a ripple in those eyes, only complete indifference, as if looking at a fool who had lost his mind.

Those are all wolf-like Embroidered Attire Envoys!

Those who can be brought here must be the elites among the elites...

If he really did as he was told, I'm afraid he would have been chopped into lumps before he even got close or hurt a single hair of Supervisor Chen?

Even not that big...

Seeing Yuwen Lun frozen in place without any movement, the madness in Yuwen Yan's eyes became even more intense. He suddenly grabbed the broken jade tablet on the desk and smashed it fiercely to the ground.

With a crisp sound of "pa", the jade tablet split into two, the fragments splashing on the golden bricks, like his reason that was breaking at this moment.

"Move!"

"What are you stunned for!"

"Why don't you go quickly!"

He staggered half a step towards Yuwen Lun.

His voice changed due to extreme rage, sharp and harsh.

"Alright, your task is already completed..."

Seeing this, Chen Yan hooked a meaningful curve at the corner of his mouth, looked at Yuwen Lun, waved his hand lightly, and "relieved the siege": "There is nothing for you here, retreat to the side!"

Move your mother's leg... Yuwen Lun's hand at his side clenched quietly, his fingertips rubbing over the thin calluses on his palms, glancing at the young Emperor who was giving orders, impatience and mockery surging in his heart, and he couldn't help but curse.

He took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, the indifference on his face had long faded, replaced by a flattering smile, even the lines at the corners of his eyes showing flattery. He bowed to Chen Yan, his waist bent extremely low, his tone full of respect: "Yes."

After saying this, he straightened up, followed suit and quickly retreated to one side, a careful smile piled on his face, but his eyes carried flattering urgency, leaned forward half a step, and asked in a low voice: "Supervisor, have I performed quite well these days?"

"You must say a few good words in front of the Grand Chancellor!"

Chen Yan looked at Yuwen Lun, the half-smiling curve at the corner of his lips remained unchanged, only slowly raised his left hand and pressed it lightly, signaling that he didn't need to say more.

He paused, his voice still light, but with a bit less mockery and a bit more certainty: "Don't worry, the Grand Chancellor will not fail any meritorious minister!"

After hearing this, Yuwen Lun's eyes lit up instantly, the previous insecurity dissipated, as if he had taken a reassurance pill, the flattering smile on his face became even thicker, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were squeezed together.

Then, he nodded and bowed repeatedly, his tone full of joy and respect: "With these words from the Supervisor, I am relieved..."

After saying this, he deliberately took half a step back, stood respectfully with his hands down, his gaze falling on Chen Yan, full of flattery and awe.

Yuwen Yan froze in front of the throne, the fragments of the broken jade tablet still shining coldly at his feet, Yuwen Lun's flattering words were like a thunderbolt, fiercely striking his heart.

The bloodshot eyes suddenly widened, the madness in his pupils was instantly replaced by shock, his mouth slightly open, but he couldn't say a word.

He only felt a buzzing in his ears, and the candlelight in the warm pavilion and the figures of the Embroidered Attire Envoys became blurred.

"Yuwen Lun!" The young Emperor staggered back half a step, his back hitting the imperial desk heavily, the teacup on the desk shaken with a clanging sound.

He pointed at Yuwen Lun, his fingertips trembling violently, his voice full of incredulous brokenness, "You actually dared to betray me?!"

Before the words fell, his chest heaved violently, he didn't catch his breath, and he coughed violently, his face instantly flushed red, then quickly faded, becoming pale.

He stared at Yuwen Lun's flattering face, the shock in his eyes gradually swallowed by despair and anger, his voice suddenly rose, carrying a heart-piercing question: "How dare you betray me?!"

There was no more madness in the young Emperor's roar, only the collapse of being betrayed by the person he trusted most.

That was his own cousin!

Blood relative...

Yuwen Lun slowly straightened up, his hands spread out casually at his sides, his shoulders shrugged slightly, his tone full of "helplessness": "No way, Your Majesty, you have to understand my difficulties!"

He paused, his gaze swept over the broken jade tablet on the ground, and fell back on the young Emperor's pale face, his tone carrying a bit of sighing meaning: "This subject is not easy either!"

"You... you are a dignified royal family, Yuwen imperial blood, my cousin, what difficulties can you have!" Hearing this, Yuwen Yan gritted his teeth, almost roaring it out.

Difficulties?

Not easy?

Bullshit!

"This subject was stripped of his title, only the Grand Preceptor can restore it!"

Yuwen Lun sighed, shook his head lightly, and said righteously: "This subject cannot watch his descendants all become commoners..."

As the saying goes, good birds choose trees to perch on.

Between the young Emperor's "imperial hegemony" and the glory and wealth of his own line, Yuwen Lun decisively chose the latter.

After all, how could this cousin be a match for the Grand Chancellor cousin?

Yuwen Yan's hand at his side clenched suddenly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, and he didn't even notice the blood oozing out.

His chest heaved violently, every breath carrying burning anger, but he could no longer make a heart-piercing roar, leaving only the words squeezed out from his teeth, every word wrapped in gritted hatred: "Good means!"

He slowly raised his head, the collapse in his eyes replaced by cold hatred, his gaze swept over Yuwen Lun, and then landed on Chen Yan, who was watching from the sidelines, his voice hoarse but carrying bone-chilling coldness: "Yuwen Hu really has good means!"

"Actually arranged a spy by my side!"

Saying this, his peripheral vision glanced at Yuwen Lun again, full of contempt and hatred.

He, Yuwen Yan, was really blind to have trusted this scoundrel!

But I have to admit that Yuwen Hu is indeed powerful, even placing eyes and ears by his side...

I didn't lose unjustly...

Chen Yan smiled indifferently, hooked a meaningful curve at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Your Majesty, actually..."

"There is more than one spy by your side!"

How could eggs be completely placed in one basket?

The Grand Chancellor and Chen did not completely trust Yuwen Lun, this defector...

"What?!"

The flattering smile on Yuwen Lun's face froze instantly, his pupils shrank suddenly, he looked at Chen Yan in disbelief, and a stormy sea rose in his heart: "The Grand Chancellor actually arranged someone else?!"

Thinking of this, the hair on the back of his neck stood up with a "swish".

A chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and even his breathing became rapid.

His heart jumped wildly.

Besides himself, who else could it be?

"What does that mean?"

Yuwen Yan didn't understand, his gaze swept over the corpses of Sun Zhi and Li Heng on the ground, his eyes full of confusion, and he asked suspiciously: "Aren't my confidants and close ministers all dead?"

Except for the traitorous Yuwen Lun, those who could be used and trusted were already dead...

Where could there be anyone else?

The smile at the corner of Chen Yan's lips deepened, he raised his hand and clapped twice: "Come in!"

"Let our Emperor take a good look at who you are..."

The crisp applause rang out in the silent warm pavilion, carrying a bit of signal-like meaning.

Just as the sound fell, a light sound of footsteps came from outside the pavilion door.

The pavilion door was pushed open again, a gray-robed figure walked in slowly with his body bent, wearing an attendant's hat, a plain jade belt tied around his waist, a habitual humble smile piled on his face, and after entering the door, he knelt and saluted in the direction of the throne, his voice sharp but respectful: "This servant has seen Your Majesty!"

Yuwen Yan's tightly clenched fist suddenly loosened, then instantly clenched tighter, his knuckles turning white.

He stared at the familiar gray-robed figure, his pupils shrank suddenly, the blood on his face faded completely, leaving only incredulous shock: "You... you actually betrayed me too?!"

After the shock, monstrous anger swept over him instantly, pointing at the person, his voice trembling with extreme anger, carrying heart-piercing abuse: "You damn eunuch!"

The roar echoed in the warm pavilion, Yuwen Yan's chest heaved violently, and the hatred in his eyes was almost overflowing.

This person is none other than Li Zhong, the attendant who took care of his daily life.

At that moment, Yuwen Yan deeply felt what it meant to be abandoned by everyone...

No wonder Chen Yan could enter the palace as if entering an empty place!

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't have thought about harming the Grand Preceptor!" Li Zhong said expressionlessly.

"Why!"

"Why is this!"

"Tell me why this is!"

Yuwen Yan's chest heaved violently, his heavy panting was particularly clear in the warm pavilion, staring at the bowing attendant, anger and confusion surging in his eyes, his voice trembling uncontrollably, questioning one after another.

Speaking to the end, his voice rose suddenly, carrying a bit of collapsing choking, the hatred in his eyes gradually replaced by grievance and unwillingness: "I treated you well!"

The young Emperor didn't understand what benefits Yuwen Hu had promised, that even his close attendant had defected...

Li Zhong looked at Yuwen Yan and replied without any hesitation: "More than ten years ago, this servant's mother was seriously ill..."

"It was the Grand Preceptor who, after knowing, sent someone to invite a doctor and sent silver!"

"She was able to spend her later years in peace!"

Between the words, it was full of gratitude to the Grand Chancellor.

His own life belonged to the Grand Chancellor, and he would not hesitate to go through fire and water!

"Your Majesty, the Grand Chancellor has always known about the twenty death warriors you recruited and trained..."

Chen Yan smiled indifferently, adding insult to injury: "Of course, now they have all been wiped out!"

"Hahahaha!"

"It is a pity that in this vast Chang'an, there is not a single person loyal to the Emperor!"

The anger in Yuwen Yan's chest suddenly stalled, and then, like a punctured skin bag, it all turned into sadness.

He suddenly took half a step back, and a short laugh spilled from his throat. The laughter was dry and harsh, particularly abrupt in the silent warm pavilion.

The laughter gradually amplified, from a short sneer to almost hysterical laughter.

He leaned on the imperial desk and laughed, his shoulders trembling violently, but tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks, smashing onto the broken jade tablet.

"That's not right!"

Seeing this, Chen Yan chuckled, raised his arms, and said meaningfully: "The whole court is loyal to the Emperor, how can there be unfaithful people?" ===== CHAPTER 382 =====