Royal Capital.
The Imperial Palace.
Chengde Hall.
Chengde Hall was Third Prince Ji Mingyu's palace.
At this moment, however, it had been surrounded by ranks upon ranks of Golden Armored Imperial Guards.
Their blades had already been drawn.
Under the light of the newly risen morning sun, the bright, gleaming blades reflected a cold light.
At this moment, Ji Mingyu, dressed only in thin sleeping robes and not yet having had time to put on his formal garments and armor, gripped a long sword tightly in his hand.
The blue veins on his hand bulged, and the sword tip trembled slightly, mirroring the lines of chilling weapons before him.
"Fifth Brother, you dare murder your elder brother?!!" Ji Mingyu shouted, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and fury edged with disbelief.
At the same time.
Ji Mingyuan wore a purple Flood Dragon Robe, his hair bound by a Jade Crown, his expression calm to the point of almost indifference.
He slowly paced two steps forward, and the Golden Armored Imperial Guards automatically opened a path.
"Third brother," Ji Mingyuan said, his voice clear yet carrying an iron finality, "what happens today is not brothers slaughtering one another, but the choice of the rivers and mountains, the altars of the state."
"The rivers and mountains, the altars of the state?" Ji Mingyu laughed in extreme anger. "Leading troops to surround my sleeping palace, pointing blades straight at your elder brother—this is the state you speak of?!"
Ji Mingyuan shook his head slightly, a trace of complexity flashing through his eyes, but it was immediately restored to cold hardness. "Third brother, do you still remember what the Martial Saint said in Taiji Hall yesterday before he left?"
Ji Mingyu's hand tightened around his sword.
"The Martial Saint said the choice of imperial