Chapter 8 [The Prince is Died]

Just as I left the Engineering Academy and was about to return to the Imperial Palace, a fast horse was racing on the street.

"Does go, let me go, speed up, speed up."

A messenger was driving a fast horse and galloping fast. Many blood marks had been drawn out of the body of the war horse, and the war horse was breathing white.

The carriages or rickshaws on the road, when they saw such fast horses, they all avoided them.

When they were about to curse, they saw the sign on the messenger's back. They wanted to say something, but they swallowed it into their stomachs.

"Your Majesty, hurry up a thousand miles?"

The general beside Yang Yu saw the five different colors of flags on his back on the messenger's back, and his face suddenly changed.

"Return to the palace."

The messenger dares not carry the five-colored flag at will.

These five-colored flags appeared when the four empires attacked the Star Kingdom.

It basically never appeared afterwards.

Several ministers who were handling government affairs in the imperial palace heard that a messenger carried five-colored order flags and rushed into the imperial capital. They immediately put down their work and rushed to the Star Palace.

After more than ten minutes.

Star Palace.

"Your Majesty, half a month ago, the old prince died. That night, the dragon of Longpu County turned over, and more than one million casualties were killed or injured."

The messenger's face was pale and was supported by two Imperial Guards, showing sadness.

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yu, who had just returned to the palace, looked at the messenger in front of him, and his eyes were filled with shock.

Uncle Wang, is he dead?

Several ministers looked at the messenger with incredible eyes?

The old prince died? A dire dragon turned over in Longpu County, Donghuang, with more than one million casualties?

"This is written by the princess himself."

The messenger quickly handed out the bamboo tube tightly held in his hand.

The female official who had been changed to the Secretary-General quickly walked down, took the bamboo tube and walked back and handed it to the emperor.

Yang Yu opened the bamboo tube, took out the letter inside, and looked at the contents of the letter, his face was gloomy and gloomy.

"Issued an order to all the cities of the empire, and to lower the flag for the King of Zhennan and the people who died."

"Reclaim the title of King Zhennan and hereditary, and Yang Wen, the grandson of King Zhennan, will not be hereditary."

"The body of King Zhennan is transported back to the imperial capital, cremated it with fire, and sprinkled its ashes throughout the territory of the empire."

The words are over.

Several ministers were confused.

After being shocked, the Minister of Justice Yang Wen became relieved.

He was not very passionate about the title of a prince. His ambition was to carry forward his unique knowledge for the past saints and bring peace to the ages.

The throne cannot realize his ambitions.

And he also knew that his grandfather had the entire empire in his heart, and even if he died, he would still protect the country they had built.

"Your Majesty, King Zhennan was granted by the late emperor, and he was cremated with fire and spread all over the territory of the empire. Will it be..."

The Prime Minister wanted to speak but stopped.

This was conferred by the late emperor.

"This is the request of King Zhennan." Yang Yu said in a deep voice.

Before the death of King Zhennan, he asked the old princess to write what he wrote.

He can only satisfy himself.

Moreover, the Princess of Zhennan personally supervised the disaster relief.

Suddenly.

No ministers dared to speak.

"Yang Wen."

"Your Majesty, I am here."

"You, go to the Eastern Wilderness in person and bring the King of Zhennan back to me." Yang Yu looked at the nephew of the judicial minister of the Star Empire with his real talent and knowledge.

The kid's parents are both heroes of his Star Empire.

He died on the battlefield in a decisive battle with the Great Chu Empire.

"My minister, take the order."

Although Yang Wen is only over 20 years old, he has been a judicial minister for several years and can control his emotions well.

He needs to personally pick up his grandfather from the land of the East Wilderness.

Take him back to his hometown where he gave birth to him and raised him.

"Prime Minister, mobilize supplies immediately and transport them to the Eastern Ferry for me personally. It is necessary to ensure that the victims will not freeze and starve to death during the coming cold. Otherwise, I will only ask."

Yang Yu looked at the Prime Minister.

"Old minister, take the order."

Upon hearing this, the Prime Minister, who was almost sixty, bowed and bowed. His body was still strong. Wasn't he just going to the Eastern Wilderness for a walk?

He will go.

As the Prime Minister of the Empire, he needed to understand the major issues of people's livelihood, customs and customs in various places, and make corresponding adjustments and plans.

"Your Majesty, now that the King of Zhennan has passed away, who will be sent to take over the millions of troops in the East Wilderness and guard the land of more than 30 million square kilometers?"

The Chancellor of the Exchequer said.

Although the Eastern Wilderness has more than 30 million square kilometers, the places where it can actually survive are only a few million square kilometers.

A million troops are enough to guard.

The dense forests and steep mountains are a true portrayal of the Eastern Wilderness.

The current Star Empire does not have the ability to fully develop the Eastern Wilderness Continent.

"I have my own thoughts."

"Wait, let's deal with the matter!"

"promise."

...

This day.

News came from the palace, shocking the world.

Marshal Zhendong, the only old prince who can be beaten by the royal family, and Yang Lin, the King of Zhennan, died in the Donghuanghuang.

Many injured and retired soldiers were heartbroken by the people.

There are also those who were also thinking about the anti-Star Restoration Empire by the iron hooves of King Zhennan, who were very happy.

The veterans who can fight in the Star Empire grow old and die one by one.

It depends on how long the tyrant can run?

Moreover, the tyrant is forty-three years old and has no children yet. So if this tyrant dies, wouldn’t it mean that the Star Empire will inevitably fall apart?

The most hateful thing is that the tyrants do not pursue immortality, otherwise they would not mind changing their identities, going to the palace to install a warlock, refining some poison pills for him, so that the tyrant can ascend to heaven as soon as possible.

As for whether depriving the King of Zhennan from hereditary succession will cause controversy among the clan?

When the emperor ascended the throne, the clans had already been killed, the ones were exiled, and the ones were demoted to the common people. Where could there be clans?

Imperial Garden.

Yang Yu sat in the imperial garden, enjoying the afternoon sun, and closing his eyes tightly.

The death of the emperor's uncle had a great impact on the entire empire.

Similarly, it also shows that there are fewer and fewer veterans accompanying him to compete in the country.

"Your Majesty, Long Xiao is looking for a meeting."

At this time, the Secretary-General whispered in the emperor's ear.

"Let him come."

"promise."
To be continued...