Chapter 2: Cut off the children and grandchildren

"Mother!"

A strong desire to protect the woman suddenly emerged.

Wang An's body jumped out of the coffin before his brain could judge the situation. After taking three or two steps, he raised his right foot high and kicked the ball with a powerful kick as if the king of football was possessed!
At this time, Wang Qianqiu pressed the woman to her knees on the ground, with her buttocks raised high, and one hand was about to untie her belt.

When he heard the noise behind him, he turned his head and saw a big foot, his pupils rapidly enlarged, kicking hard at a congested spot between his legs.

With a crisp "crack" sound, Wang Qianqiu screamed and flew several meters into the air!
With a "thump", Wang Qianqiu fell to the ground, covering his crotch and rolling around desperately. A yellow-red liquid seeped out from under his body and soon stained a small area of ​​the floor tile.

"Your Highness, the eldest prince!"

"Assassin, protect the emperor!"

The guards outside the hall heard the screams and rushed in quickly. Without bothering to identify the assassin's face, they drew their swords and rushed towards Wang An, the only one standing.

Wang An's eyes fixed. If he just stood there, he would be hacked to death before the guards could react to who he was.

So, he made a prompt decision, picked up the dagger that had fallen on the ground, and rushed to Wang Qianqiu, pressing the cold blade against his neck.

"If you don't want him to die, stop right there!"

The inertia of memory left over from his previous life made Wang An say the words "this king" very naturally, and also made the frightened guards realize that the person in front of them was not an assassin, but the deceased King Xin.

Suddenly, the hall was in chaos.

"It's a fake corpse!"

"Prince Xin is dead!"

The guards collapsed to the ground trembling. Those who were still standing wanted to escape but did not dare to leave Wang Qianqiu behind. They could only look at Wang An in panic.

Wang An looked at the shocked woman with complicated eyes. The mother of this body, Shen Shaozhu, said, "Please... Mother, tie up these guards and don't let them get away."

"My son, my son you are not dead!" After a brief shock, Shen Shaozhu rushed towards Wang An in ecstasy.

Wang An only felt a softness coming towards him, and before he could react he fell into Shen Shaozhu's warm embrace.

"My son, you are not dead, not dead! Woo..." Shen Shaozhu cried with joy. His weak arms burst out with strange strength, almost embedding Wang An into his body.

“Ahem…” Wang An pointed his saber at the guards who had calmed down, “Whoever dares to move, I will chop the beast to pieces with my saber!”

After saying that, he looked at Shen Shaozhu and reminded her, "Mother, now is not the time to reminisce about the past. If we don't control these people first, I'm afraid that neither you nor I will have a good ending."

Shen Shaozhu nodded gently, "My son is right, he is right!"

Shen Shaozhu agreed incoherently, let go of Wang An, stumbled to his feet, and tore off the white silk floating in the hall to use as a rope, and tied up all the guards brought by Wang Qianqiu one by one.

The guards did not dare to resist, for fear that Wang An would make a desperate move and kill Wang Qianqiu.

When Wang Qianqiu, the eldest prince, died, all these guards would be executed for dereliction of duty.

At this time, Wang Qianqiu, who had just gotten used to the severe pain, asked tremblingly: "You...are you a human or a ghost?"

"Of course I am a human being, but you may not be!"

Wang An sneered, and memories of the other party quickly flooded into his mind.

Ever since he could remember, this cousin who was six or seven years older than him would often bully him when Shen Shaozhu was not around, forcing him to eat dirt, crawl under someone's crotch, and even beat him until his face was bruised and blue.

Although he was a prince, he had to endure bullying since childhood and could not complain to his elders.

Because in this palace full of dangers, he and his mother Shen Shaozhu are, after all, just two orphans and widows who depend on each other.

Should Shen Shaozhu go to Emperor Yongchang, the uncle who covets his sister-in-law, to complain?
What price will his mother pay to protect her son?
"Since I have borrowed your body to live a new life, I promise you that I will protect everything you cherish!" Wang An sighed, not knowing to whom he was making this promise. In a mysterious way, Wang An felt that his shoulders seemed to be lighter and heavier.

Although I don't know how Wang An came back to life, since he is a living person...

Wang Qianqiu roared fiercely, "You little bastard, what have you done! I will kill you and your bitch mother. I will find a hundred people to take turns with you..."

"Snapped"

Wang An slapped him hard, and thanks to his martial arts training since childhood, the slap was strong and powerful.

Wang Qianqiu's cheeks quickly became red and swollen, and his ears were buzzing.

“Waste!” Wang An spat a mouthful of thick phlegm directly on Wang Qianqiu’s face, then stood up and said indifferently: “If it weren’t for the safety of my mother, I would have killed you with a single blow! How can I allow you to bark like crazy!”

"puff"

Wang Qianqiu spat out a few teeth, covered his face and stared at Wang An in disbelief.

Wang An didn't even look at him, but reached out to catch Shen Shaozhu who was running towards him again.

"My dear, you beat Wang Qianqiu like this, how can Wang Hongyuan let you go?"

But before Wang An could speak to comfort him, Shen Shaozhu comforted him instead: "But don't be afraid, my son. You are the late emperor's posthumous child. He dare not do anything to you!"

"If Wang Hongyuan really wants to deal with you, I, the Queen Mother, will die with him even if it means risking my life!"

Wang An patted Shen Shaozhu's back gently, and hugged his already neurotic mother in his arms with a sad heart, but he did not agree with what Shen Shaozhu said.

Li Shimin, the greatest emperor in history, was willing to kill his own brothers for the throne.

How could Wang Hongyuan be willing to hand over the throne to his nephew?
Just think about it and you will know that the original owner’s death is definitely related to Wang Hongyuan!

"You must not stay in the imperial capital!"

Wang An made up his mind and asked, "Mother, what time is it now?"

Shen Shaozhu didn't know why Wang An suddenly asked about the time, but he immediately replied, "It's probably 7:00 PM now. Why are you asking this, my Lord?"

It was the hour of Chen, which was approximately eight o'clock in the previous life. It should be the time for the morning court.

Wang An curled the corners of his mouth slightly and made a decision in his heart.

"Mother, can you take me to the Imperial Palace?"

…………

Huangji Palace.

It was early morning, but all the officials in the hall were in mourning.

Even the Yongchang Emperor Hongyuan, who was sitting high on the dragon throne, had a piece of white cloth tied around his left arm.

As the eunuch finished reading the imperial sacrificial text, Wang Hongyuan said sadly: "In the first year of Yongchang, I temporarily ascended the throne because of my nephew's young age. I have been on the throne for 16 years without neglecting state affairs. I only hope that Prince Xin can become a talent as soon as possible so that I can hand over the country of Daliang to him. But... woo woo..."

Wang Hongyuan's eyes turned red and tears couldn't help but flow down.

Seeing that the emperor was crying, all the civil and military officials in the court immediately covered their faces with their sleeves, and the huge Huangji Hall was suddenly filled with sobs.

But at this moment, a eunuch shouted in panic: "The Empress Dowager... and Prince Xin... His Royal Highness has arrived!"

(End of this chapter)