Chapter 425: Chapter 117: The Grandmaster Under Prince An! Looting Amidst Fire?

Ordinary military training could never reach such a level.

From this, one can tell.

Yan Jiang indeed has some capability.

Soon after.

Everyone, including Ye Liuyun, reassembled at the starting point of the autumn hunt.

Yan Fuhai remained seated high on his horse, his expression unchanged, as if he had anticipated such a situation.

"Your M-Majesty!"

At that moment.

A court official, looking disheveled, rushed out from the forest and knelt on the ground, exclaiming.

"Assassin! There are assassins in the forest!"

"Whoosh!"

As he spoke, an arrow flew out, piercing his neck directly.

Some people were frightened by this situation, while others remained indifferent, not caring about the man’s life and instead looked toward the depths of the forest.

Sure enough.

The next moment, a group of soldiers marched out from the woods with coordinated steps.

Their whole bodies exuded a murderous aura.

They surrounded the area with a sharp gaze.

"W-Who are you?"

"How dare you! You are audacious!"

"Do you know who stands before you?"

People like Fu Zhengqing either knew or guessed whose forces these were, so they just quietly watched and said nothing.

But there were many uninformed court officials present.

Seeing someone die right in front of them, they were clearly shocked and began shouting loudly.

Even though they seemed imposing when shouting, they were also moving backward, as if afraid of being noticed.

"Enough!"

Ultimately.

Yan Fuhai grew tired of watching.

He waved his big hand, interrupting their wailing.

At the same time, everyone’s gaze turned uniformly towards Yan Fuhai. At this point, even the slower individuals started to guess the situation after seeing him.

"Where is Prince An?"

"Where did Prince An go?"

At this moment, someone realized.

Prince An, Yan Jiang, who originally organized this autumn hunt, was nowhere to be seen.

Facing such a situation, Yan Fuhai was evidently prepared, so he wasn’t surprised at all. With hands behind his back, he first glanced over the fifty thousand troops surrounding them.

"Not bad!"

With Yan Fuhai’s insight, he could naturally tell.

This force of fifty thousand had clearly undergone rigorous training. From this, one can also discern that Yan Jiang indeed has some skill in training an army, somewhat resembling his own son.

"Still planning to keep hiding?"

Next, Yan Fuhai casually said, looking in a particular direction within the crowd.

In the next moment.

The surrounding troops suddenly parted, and Yan Jiang’s figure emerged from among them.

"This..."

Upon seeing this scene, some who were only speculating were now confirmed.

Indeed, it was Prince An, Yan Jiang, causing this commotion today.

The stance was clear.

If there were still people who could not figure out what Prince An, Yan Jiang, intended to do, they would truly be foolish.

"Prince An, are you planning a rebellion?"

Among the crowd, some asked incredulously.

To this.

Prince An, Yan Jiang, remained expressionless, not even bothering to glance at those who spoke.

At such a juncture, words were meaningless; if a rebellion must occur, it must occur now.

"Father Emperor!"

Yan Jiang solemnly clasped his hands in a bow and seriously addressed Yan Fuhai.

"Please, Father Emperor, decree to pass the throne to your son. Your son will surely renovate a palace for you to enjoy your old age!"

This clearly was a demand for Yan Fuhai to abdicate by force.

However, in the face of Yan Jiang’s thinly veiled threat, Yan Fuhai showed no anger.

On the contrary.

"Good, good, good! As expected of my son, Yan Fuhai!"

Strong-willed and capable, but alas, somewhat too naive.

"The current emperor of the Great Qian is not me. You shouldn’t be saying this to me!"

In terms of status, he should now be considered the Supreme Emperor.

Hearing this.

Many looked towards Yan Shuzhu, who was, in fact, the legitimate emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, but many present subconsciously overlooked Yan Shuzhu’s presence.

The emperor’s role was more like a figurehead.

"..."

Yan Jiang also glanced at Yan Shuzhu.

His eyes held jealousy and disdain.

Jealous that the other had achieved the throne he longed for, yet disdainful because even as an emperor, a puppet was still just a puppet without any real power.

"Please, Father Emperor, do not joke with your son!"

After one look at Yan Shuzhu, Yan Jiang withdrew his gaze.

Continuing to address Yan Fuhai.

"Please, Father Emperor, transfer the throne to your son!"

Seeing this, Yan Shuzhu momentarily found himself at a loss for words.

His role as an emperor indeed lacked any real presence.

"No matter what, at least there’s no danger, right?"

Beside him, Ye Liuyun noticed the change in Yan Shuzhu’s expression and lightly teased.

"I’d rather wish for some danger right now!"

Danger is better than having no presence whatsoever.

Seeing Ye Liuyun still finding time to joke in such a situation, Yan Shuzhu rolled his eyes speechlessly but didn’t continue to say anything more.