Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

"Since Prince Rui is dead, why go to such lengths?"

"Pausing the coffin burial, chanting sutras, who knows when he'll be relocated to the Imperial Mausoleum, can't wait."

Lu Yuan stood up, brushed the dust off his body, "Rested enough? If you have, let's move on."

Lu Qi said self-deprecatingly, "He won't open the entrance to the Imperial Mausoleum for me."

Lu Yuan smiled, "You understand your unfeeling and heartless father well. Without you, it's just an obstacle to his ascension, but if he releases Your Majesty because of this, he's doomed. Between two evils, he chooses the lesser; ignoring you is Prince Jin's best option."

Lu Qi frowned, "Then why are you still—"

Lu Yuan said nonchalantly, "But Hu Lie doesn't think so, Hu Lie will save you."

Lu Qi didn't know much about this grand uncle, but remembered that he indeed doted on him, teaching him without reservation.

He asked strangely, "Isn't he afraid of Imperial Grandfather punishing him?"

Lu Yuan laughed, "Afraid, indeed. So, he'll send someone to infiltrate the Imperial Mausoleum and kill his grandfather, eliminating the root cause."

Lu Qi was severely taken aback.

During the conversation, a familiar murderous aura approached.

It was that Medicine Man who nearly took Lu Qi's life, coming after them.

Lu Yuan and Lu Qi instinctively stepped aside.

Lu Qi suspiciously asked, "Did Chen Long also not kill him? Could Chen Long have—"

Lu Yuan: "Quite a troublesome guy, but my brother-in-law's got a big life, won't die."

Judging by his experiences along the way, it was likely that during their fight, they triggered the mechanisms of the underground palace, separating Chen Long from him.

Lu Yuan engaged in a fight with the opponent.

The opponent had no weapons, but his Iron Palm was mightier than any divine weapon.

He clawed at Lu Yuan's chest.

Lu Yuan pushed away in time, unhurt himself, but the bundle on his back was clawed away.

The black-clothed man's deadly moves came one after another.

Lu Yuan had to confront with full force.

Lu Qi ran away again.

Lu Yuan was locked in combat with the black-clothed man, but just as unexpectedly, the man listened to something, abruptly turned and left.

Lu Yuan guessed he sensed Chen Long's aura and went after Chen Long.

Lu Yuan dusted off his broad sleeves and tidied his slightly disheveled robe.

Turning his head, he saw Lu Qi expressionlessly standing behind a tombstone.

Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow, "You didn't leave?"

Lu Qi threw the bundle in his arms to Lu Yuan, "I don't like owing people."

Lu Yuan didn't say he could have found it himself.

Because when he opened the bundle, it was clear that the contents inside were covered in dust and grass, scattered all over the place as imagined.

In the mechanism-filled underground palace, finding them all again was an exceedingly dangerous task.

"Thanks."

Lu Yuan strapped the bundle back on.

"You should leave."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a barrage of swearing echoed from not far away.

"Are you kidding me? Why is it always me? The kid's yours, but the dirty and tiring work is mine, is it? Do I owe you or something? Do you dare put the kid down and fight me!"

"Grandfather?"

Lu Yuan's voice suddenly appeared from behind.

About to punch Emperor Liang, Miao King jerked as if struck by lightning, spun around in a fright.

"Oh goodness! Did I just see a ghost? How did I see my grandson? Am I so hungry that I'm seeing things?"

Emperor Liang was already weak beyond measure, holding a sleeping child in his arms inside the grand palace, seemingly like an emperor at death's door, looking back at the unfulfilled ambitions of a lifetime with his last bit of strength.

Miao King's fist landed weakly.

The food they brought accidentally fell into the mechanism; he and the old man had not eaten a grain in days.

Was he truly crazed by hunger?

Not only did he see his grandson, but also a big drumstick.

"Hey."

He lay on the ground, weakly tugging Emperor Liang's garment, "Do you smell it?"

Emperor Liang had no reaction.

He hung his head, his stiff body remained in a posture to protect the child.

The child's breathing was shallow.

But he, had lost his breath.

Lu Qi's eyes reddened, and he knelt with a thud, "Imperial Grandfather—"

Emperor Liang pinched his mouth shut, "So noisy."