1522 Wishful Thinking
This scene frightened Queen Zhao, and she reflexively rushed up to grab the king's wrist and drag him backwards. "Vassal King of An'nan, you truly have a lot of guts."
"Where are the guards outside?" The king also shouted.
"Guards? You're referring to those pieces of trash?" The Vassal King of An'nan squinted his eyes in contempt. "His Highness the Crown Prince thinks that placing the twelfth prince at the Gate of Health will ward off the elite Red Turbans of my Vassal King of An'nan's Estate? Hahaha! Truly naive!"
At this time, the queen dowager spoke calmly and collectedly.
She did not roar at the top of her lungs like the king but rather stated calmly, "During these years, the Vassal King of An'nan's Estate has secretly trained… five thousand Red Turbans?"
"Hahaha!" The Vassal King of An'nan laughed madly. "So? The queen dowager didn't expect it, right."
"Quite the contrary." The queen dowager shook her head as she continued stating calmly, "We have long known that your Vassal King of An'nan's Estate has been plotting something from your incessant maneuvers."
"Based on your daily expenditures, We can roughly infer that you have perhaps been secretly amassing a private army." The queen dowager said indifferently, "This plain truth is in fact not difficult to understand."
The Vassal King of An'nan's expression sank at once. After the queen dowager said it like that, his pride and self-respect was all gone!
"Queen Dowager, is there a need to continue fighting with this humble official using words?" He did not come here today to catch up with this queen dowager and king.
The Vassal King of An'nan drew his sword from his waist and strode step by step toward the terrified king and royal concubines and consorts.
The queen dowager suddenly flung her sleeve and released a drawn out mystic energy, erecting a defensive boundary in front of everyone in an instant.
The Vassal King of An'nan couldn't help but scoff, and he clapped his hands twice.
Two men in their fifties, one tall and one short, stepped out from behind him. They looked to be experts of the mystic realm.
"Queen Dowager, do not blame this humble official for being ruthless, but it truly is that you are a bit of a hindrance here!" If he didn't dispose of this eyesore of a queen dowager, how could he deal with that muddle-headed king?
The Vassal King of An'nan had long arranged for two mystic realm experts who matched the queen dowager in cultivation to fight a life-and-death battle.
That way, he could capture that muddle-headed old king.
As long as he had the king in hand, what would he still be afraid of? At that time, the queen dowager would naturally let herself get caught without putting up a fight.
Afterwards, it would be that wicked Northern Mo crown prince's turn, as well as the crown prince consort, the culprit who murdered his daughter Yi'an!
All these people should not have good endings.
However…
The Vassal King of An'nan's plans were fine.
But unfortunately, Crown Prince Mo and Qiao Mu had arrived in time.
The moment they stepped through the door, they heard the Vassal King of An'nan's grossly disrespectful words to the queen dowager. Qiao Mu raised an eyebrow, turning to look at Mo Lian in puzzlement.
He had rushed back because there was such a drama going on today in the palace?
The Vassal King of An'nan, this wily old fox, had schemed well, taking advantage of the time when the crown prince was leading soldiers to ward off the zombie army to take down the queen dowager and the king.
In this case, he could indeed control the king and order the nobles about in the latter's name.
But unfortunately, this wishful thinking could only dissipate when the crown prince was involved.
At this moment, the Vassal King of An'nan was seized with terror, and he pivoted his neck stiffly to look at the smiling crown prince.
He felt like when His Highness the Crown Prince was smiling at him, the gleam of blades were flickering past the bottom of the latter's eyes.
