Chapter 210: Who Is Persuading Whom?

Yang Ye heard Xiong Zhen's words and couldn't help but be stunned.

He let out a soft sigh and shook his head again.

This was the second time he had heard the accusation against Yun Fengyun, blaming him for killing his elder brother and murdering his father.

This throne, too, was seized by force.

Now he, too, had fallen into deep self-doubt.

Whether this matter was fabricated by Xiong Zhen and Yun Fengyue to give their rebellion a just cause, or whether such a thing truly existed?

Elder brother, he shouldn't be such a person!

Yang Ye thought to himself and let out a soft sigh.

"Yun Fengyun back then was indeed a beloved person and indeed had the ability, capable of campaigning and good at fighting."

"But what about the Crown Prince back then? You should also know that during his regency, the realm was peaceful and the people lived happily—wasn't that also true?"

"Furthermore, according to all rites and regulations, whose is the throne—don't you still not understand?"

"Back then, in the struggle for the succession, the Crown Prince died, and the Former Emperor, affected by this, suddenly suffered heart pain and passed away."

"Afterward, Yun Fengyun ascended the throne, but don't you feel that there is something fishy about this?"

Xiong Zhen kept asking questions, but Yang Ye abruptly lifted his head.

"No, I don't believe it!"

Even to this day, Yang Ye is still stubbornly persisting.

Regarding such matters, he goes to great lengths to overlook Yun Fengyun's actions.

Yes, Yun Fengyun has some shortcomings.

But Yun Fengyun still insists that his feelings for his elder brother are genuine.

Yun Fengyun does not recall past affection and also regards Yang Jun with biased eyes.

But this is not a reason for him to hold a grudge, nor a reason to oppose him.

Therefore, when encountering such matters, he still ought to defend him and not allow others to slander him!

"You don't believe? Brother Yang, those who don't know will still respect you for your loyalty and righteousness, but those who know see that you are merely blindly loyal!"

"I know you are unwilling to believe now, but soon you will understand that everything I say is true!"

Xiong Zhen drew a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

While speaking, he shook his head again.

Such matters only leave him feeling disappointed.

But Yang Ye's trust in Yun Fengyun is also crystal clear to him.

Some things cannot be easily changed at present.

"Xiong Zhen, hold back—perhaps it's not too late yet."

Yang Ye gazed at Xiong Zhen and spoke again.

"Yes, if you awaken now, it truly is still possible."

Xiong Zhen smiled slightly and shook his head gently.

Such matters, at this moment, carry deep significance.

"Brother Yang, wake up—for Jun'er, for Xiyue, and for the wind and moon you have long owed!"

Xiong Zhen's one sentence made Yang Ye startle.

"What happened to Jun'er?"

As Yang Ye spoke, he jumped to his feet.

At that moment, a flash of shock crossed his eyes.

If Jun'er were to come to harm, he could never accept it.

"Back then, Yun Fengyun killed his elder brother and murdered his father; although he inherited the great succession, he fell deep into inner demons."

"Therefore, after a period of time, he falls into a period of weakness."

"This year's period of weakness is coming up soon."

"When the time comes, Yun Fengyun's cultivation will enter decline, and he will enter an unprecedented period of suspicion."

"At that time, do you think that if he settles scores, he might target your Yang family?"

Xiong Zhen snorted coldly, smiling as he gazed at Yang Ye before him while speaking.

When the birds are gone, the fine bow is stored; when the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked.

Such things have existed since ancient times.

Although the Yang family was ennobled as princes, they cannot escape this law, nor do they have any chance to change it.

"I, Yang Ye, am loyal to my elder brother with all my heart—I don't believe he could fail to see it!"

"Now Xiyue is pregnant—how could he possibly raise a blade against my Yang family?"

Yang Ye still felt unwilling, speaking stubbornly.

"Yun Fengyun officially enters the period of weakness on the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, lasting only half a month—by then, what do you think will happen?"

"By the way, how was this precise time ascertained?"

Xiong Zhen questioned coldly, but Yang Ye remained silent.

Such information mostly comes from Yun Fengyue and his associates planting people around Yun Fengyun.

"Let me tell you—this is the answer my nephew Yang Jun gave us."

Xiong Zhen laughed loudly; Yang Ye wore an expression of utter disbelief, utterly unable to believe that this could be the answer.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

His own son—he knows clearly that he would absolutely not rebel, certainly not!

Brother Yang, you need to sober up a bit.

Xiong Zhen spoke again, producing a secret letter and handing it to Yang Ye.

Over these years, Jun'er's days in the capital—don't you know about them?

Yun Fengyun dislikes him, even despises him; all of this shows outwardly.

Even at the beginning, when Xi Yue wanted to break off the engagement, he did not stop her at all.

It is precisely these things that gave Jun'er a sense of crisis, honing himself ever sharper; and you? You merely possess the Overlord Sword of the World, yet you have already grown dull.

Xiong Zhen said this, then let out another long sigh.

Jun'er will absolutely not commit treason, absolutely not!

Yang Ye still refused to believe, shaking his head vigorously as he spoke.

Brother Yang, this is not rebellion; it is our only choice for self-preservation.

Jun'er is merely acting in self-defense, protecting himself, protecting you!

Xiong Zhen took a deep breath and spoke repeatedly.

But as he spoke, Yang Ye emanated waves of strong aura; facing this powerful aura, Xiong Zhen, though he stirred his own internal force, could not help but retreat step by step.

The garrison troops of the Prince Zhenbei's Mansion rushed in from all sides, surrounding the place; in an instant blades crossed, and blood was about to be shed.

Get out!

Seeing this, Xiong Zhen hastily shouted, driving away these loyal subordinates.

General...

The soldiers worried, unwilling to leave.

Xiong Guang, take them and retreat.

Xiong Zhen gave the order to his son.

Xiong Guang said nothing, merely clasped his fist in salute, then led the soldiers away as they turned and withdrew.

But at this moment they did not go far; instead they stood guard outside the door.

They all knew the deterrent power of Prince Pingxi.

Their own lord is inside; how could they not worry?

Brother Yang, why aren't you moving again? It seems your sword has truly grown dull.

Xiong Zhen laughed loudly, shaking his head lightly.

Jun'er could never possibly do such a thing!

Yang Ye was still arguing, utterly unwilling to believe such an outcome.

Why impossible? Jun'er is actually far-sighted and prudent, his actions have advance and retreat, he understands strategy; he is only acting in self-defense—on what grounds could it not be?

Brother Yang, you insist on thinking he is being coerced by us; that too is not impossible.

He is already on this path; if we fail, what do you think Jun'er will do then?

Given Yun Fengyun's temperament, could he spare Jun'er?

Even if he could escape for a moment, could he escape forever? The world is vast; as long as he wishes, they will surely be able to track him down!

Xiong Zhen spoke again, earnestly and heartfelt.