Imperial-Origin Iron-Blood Relics

Thunder flashed chaotically across the sky. Within Twin Sun Red Dragon City, countless royal family members, civil and military officials were making their own choices—or being forced, coerced, tempted into making them. The entire city was in turmoil. Armored soldiers crashed against one another like tides, troops loyal to the Emperor and troops disloyal to him slaughtering each other, yet none of them knew why they were fighting!

The whole city had dissolved into chaos, yet the imperial ancestral temple remained as tranquil as ever.

The old eunuchs knelt neatly on the ground. They had heard Ying Zheng's earlier muttering, but took it for nothing but nonsense. "Ying Zheng" was the current Emperor—how could he be some savage woodcutter and firewood seller from the wilderness? Was that not utter nonsense?

Wave after wave of chill rose in the old eunuchs' hearts. Could it be that the Emperor had gone mad?

Though these old eunuchs were usually merely idle figures guarding the ancestral temple, they were advanced in years and had extensive connections throughout the palace. No sort of news could be hidden from them. A few days ago, the Emperor had secretly summoned two young ministers in the dead of night, then suddenly vanished without a trace.

The Grand Tutor and Grand Commandant, together with eight ministers of the Cabinet, had just been kneeling outside Red Dragon Hall requesting an audience with the Emperor. Yet suddenly, the Emperor had appeared here, sinister energy rising all around him. Could the Emperor truly have been possessed? Had he been in seclusion these past days to heal his injuries? Then he should have appeared in Red Dragon Hall—why had he abruptly come to the ancestral temple?

Just as the old eunuchs were racking their brains without finding an answer, Ying Zheng casually tossed