A Sigh

Amid laughter, Li Zhaoyuan dispersed the cultivation technique surrounding him.

The Prime Minister's Mansion's military coup tonight had come with overwhelming force. Even with preparations in place, the battle for Di'an was destined to end in the Imperial Family's defeat. The reason he had held on until now was that, even should he die, Li Qingyan would take up the banner of Great Yan's Imperial Family.

By then, under the crushing pressure of the Prime Minister's Mansion's rebellion, all the shackles that had once restrained Li Qingyan and prevented her from ascending the throne would be shattered. The Imperial Family's forces would unite without obstacle around this imperial princess, renowned among the army, and push her to the highest seat.

Now that this reason had surrendered before the battle had even begun, Li Zhaoyuan naturally no longer had the drive to keep fighting.

But before his death, he did want to ask what that imperial sister of his was thinking.

By joining forces with Xu Changtian and using the pretext of a forged edict for purging traitors to kill him, she might indeed ascend the throne through her prestige in the army and her legitimate direct bloodline, continuing her cooperation with the Prime Minister's Mansion. But at the same time, all the shackles that had once prevented her from ascending the throne would return.

The Marquis of Martial Achievement Estate might not object, but among the Imperial Faction's high ministers, the Marquis of Martial Achievement was not the only one, nor was he the only one who held military power. How could those people so easily agree to let the pillow companion of the Xu Family's master ascend to the Ninth-Five Throne?

This was an irreconcilable conflict.

If she wanted to reclaim power, there was only killing, and once the