Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 1251 - 1237 Breaking the Deadlock

In the imperial court.

All the ministers of the Crown Prince party, led by the Grand Tutor, stepped forward one after another: "Your Majesty, abdicate!"

"Your Majesty, abdicate!"

"Abdicate!"

"Father, you should abdicate!"

Nantian Xiao clasped his hands together, bowed to Nantian Wen, and said loudly.

At this moment...

How could there be the slightest trace of guilt, pain, or difficulty on his face?

There was only suppressed excitement.

And a faint upward curve at the corner of his mouth that he couldn’t hide!

Father!

Abdicate!

Just these simple five words, yet at this moment they were like the sharpest blade in the world, continuously striking Nantian Wen’s heart. His heart was wrenched, the pain unbearable!

The person he took pride in, the heir he had carefully nurtured, was so impatient to force him to abdicate?

Moreover...

In order to achieve this goal.

Nantian Xiao used every possible means!

How could a dignified Heaven Venerate Realm expert suddenly become so weak? Wasn’t it right after he took the Spirit Pill that Nantian Xiao brought back, supposedly refined by the Tianyahai Pavilion?

And this old Taoist...

And the Grand Tutor and others...

They schemed painstakingly!

Enough, enough!

At least the Nantian Dynasty did not fall into the hands of others.

Nantian Wen was utterly disheartened, with a faint blood-red tear gleaming in his eyes, he tremulously lifted his hand, opened his mouth preparing to speak.

But just at that moment...

A playful laughter was heard from outside the great hall: "Nantian, my old brother, it’s only been a little over a year since we last met, how did you end up in such a plight?"

"Hmm?"

The words at Nantian Wen’s lips were swallowed back.

His already blurry eyes stared intently at the entrance of the great hall, where the silhouette of a young man in black appeared, tinged with blood red under the sunset light.

A familiar voice, a familiar figure, and that familiar face.

Nantian Wen stood up involuntarily: "Xiao, Xiao Yi?"

"What? Xiao Zhenguo of the Great Qian Dynasty has come?"

"How, how could he appear here?"

Xiao Yi’s appearance immediately threw the imperial court into chaos.

Nantian Xiao’s expression changed drastically, naturally having heard of Xiao Yi’s terrifying prowess in the Baiyu, his heart trembled slightly, yet he suddenly remembered that this was the Nantian Dynasty!

He was the Crown Prince of the Nantian Dynasty, it was only right for a Crown Prince to inherit the throne!

No matter how strong Xiao Yi was, he couldn’t stop the son from succeeding the father!

At such a thought.

Nantian Xiao regained his composure, looked at Xiao Yi who had already walked to the center of the great hall, frowned and said: "Xiao Zhenguo, although you are the king of equal standing in the Great Qian Dynasty, this is the Nantian Dynasty, it is not appropriate for you to enter so abruptly, is it?"

"Nephew, are you talking to me?" Xiao Yi looked at Nantian Xiao with a playful expression.

Ne, Nephew?

Looking at Xiao Yi, who was more than a decade younger than himself, Nantian Xiao’s face turned various shades of green and white.

But, Xiao Yi was indeed of the same generation as Nantian Wen.

It wasn’t wrong to call him nephew!

Xiao Yi walked over, patted Nantian Xiao’s head under his stunned gaze, and said with a smile: "Not bad, you’re taller than your father, indeed it’s time to share the burden for your father!"

"..."

Nantian Xiao wanted to curse, but when he heard Xiao Yi’s words, his heart fluttered slightly, and he said, "Thank you for your understanding, Xiao Zhenguo, if it weren’t for my father’s poor health, I wouldn’t want to take the throne so early either..."

"Don’t want to take the throne so early? That’s easy, Uncle here happens to be well-versed in pharmacology, I have a few Spirit Pills that can cure your father’s illness, allowing him to sit on this throne for hundreds more years without issue!" Xiao Yi patted his chest, looking incredibly confident.

Um...

Nantian Xiao’s face went stiff.

Dammit!

Did I praise you so you’d save my father?

I am asking you to support me becoming the Emperor!

Nantian Xiao coughed lightly, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Xiao Yi ask with a half-smile, "What’s this? Dear nephew, are you unwilling to let me cure your father?"

"This, this is impossible, I wish nothing more than for my father to be healthy and live eternally..." Nantian Xiao hurriedly shook his head in denial.

He quickly looked towards the Grand Tutor beside him.

The Grand Tutor coughed lightly and said, "Xiao Zhenguo has misunderstood, His Highness the Crown Prince is also forced into this! His Majesty’s health is burdened by the nation’s fate, and is already beyond cure, medicine is ineffective..."

"Medicine is ineffective? Who said that?" Xiao Yi asked.

Sitting high above.

Nantian Wen, upon seeing Xiao Yi arrive, felt the weight lift off his shoulders, relaxedly leaned on the dragon throne, watching the drama unfold with a faint smile.

He believed Xiao Yi would not disappoint him!

Facing Xiao Yi’s inquiry.

The Grand Tutor instinctively looked towards Taoist Cang Song.

Taoist Cang Song, with an air of arrogance, lifted his chin slightly and snorted, "Indeed, it was this humble Taoist who said so..."

"May I ask who is this Taoist?" Xiao Yi curiously inquired.

Taoist Cang Song proudly announced, "This humble Taoist is Cang Song, a member of the Tiance Clan."

Nantian Xiao chimed in from the side, "Taoist Cang Song studied the alchemical scriptures and medical texts at the age of three, mastered alchemy at ten, and is a member of the Tiance Clan, proficient in fate calculation, able to know the past and predict the future..."

The Grand Tutor also did not withhold praise, "Taoist Cang Song’s skill in fate calculation is extraordinary, it was he who predicted that His Majesty’s life was nearing its end..."

"So that’s it, I didn’t expect to encounter such a master from the Tiance Clan. I am Xiao Yi, I’ve always admired the masters of the Tiance Clan, and I have done some research on fate calculation myself. I wonder if the Taoist would be willing to enlighten me?" Xiao Yi said enthusiastically.

Taoist Cang Song was taken aback, frowned and said, "The path of fate calculation is mysterious and unpredictable, and the secret technique of my Tiance Clan has never been passed to outsiders..."

"I see, that’s really a pity. However..."

Xiao Yi smiled and said, "I wonder if you could calculate one thing for me, Taoist?"

"This..."

Taoist Cang Song instinctively looked towards Nantian Xiao.

Nantian Xiao frowned, secretly transmitted a voice: Agree with him, this person has a close relationship with my father and his power is terrifying, we must not offend him.

Taoist Cang Song nodded and said, "Xiao Zhenguo, please say!"

Xiao Yi appeared to sincerely seek advice, with an innocent smile on his face, asking, "Since the Taoist can know the past and predict the future, let’s predict the future then!"

"Alright!"

Taoist Cang Song nodded.

Xiao Yi, with a flip of his hand, revealed a dagger glinting with silver light in his palm, smiling as he looked at Taoist Cang Song: "Since the Taoist can know the past and predict the future, please predict whether this dagger will end up in your body in a moment!"

Uh...

Taoist Cang Song’s expression froze.

His eyes darted around, occasionally glancing at Xiao Yi’s amused expression, after hesitating for a moment, Taoist Cang Song gritted his teeth and said, "It will not!"

Just as the words fell.

Puff!

The dagger directly pierced through Taoist Cang Song’s foot, nailing him firmly to the floor of the grand hall, Xiao Yi clicked his tongue and said, "Taoist, your prediction was wrong!"

Taoist Cang Song suppressed the pain and looked to Nantian Xiao for help.

Nantian Xiao, bracing himself said, "Xiao Zhenguo, as the saying goes, healers cannot heal themselves, the Taoist’s predictions about himself might not be accurate!"

"Right, right, Your Highness is correct, this humble Taoist’s predictions about himself are not accurate..." Taoist Cang Song quickly added.

"That does make sense!"

Xiao Yi nodded thoughtfully, and with a flip of his hand, produced another dagger, "Taoist, then why not predict for me? Predict whether I will use this dagger to make a few more holes in you!"

"*&*()..."

Taoist Cang Song broke out in cold sweat, his eye corners twitching, but found that the look Nantian Xiao gave him was one of helplessness, and he could only grit his teeth and said, "It... it will end up in this humble Taoist’s body..."

Saying this, Taoist Cang Song immediately felt much relieved, with a look as if seeing through Xiao Yi’s intentions: Do you not just want to prove my predictions are inaccurate, to absolve Nantian Wen? As you wish...

Then...

Thunk thunk thunk!

Xiao Yi stabbed him several times in succession, causing Taoist Cang Song to howl in pain.

Xiao Yi, with an expression of admiration, said, "You’re indeed a member of the Tiance Clan, your prediction is accurate!"

Taoist Cang Song: "..."

Xiao Yi produced yet another dagger...

This time, before Xiao Yi could speak, Taoist Cang Song, enduring the pain, shouted, "Xiao Zhenguo, have mercy, Your Majesty, have mercy, this humble Taoist is merely a wandering priest, it was the Crown Prince who instructed me to do everything..."

As soon as these words were said.

Nantian Xiao’s body trembled all over, his face filled with despair...

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