Saunders led Fike and Lan Xi to a luxurious room.

"Ninth Princess, Prince Consort, you can rest here tonight!"

Saunders left in a hurry immediately after saying that.

As the attendant left, Lan Xi said to Fike.

"I really wasn't aware that so many things had happened in my absence."

Seeing the sad look on Lan Xi's face, Fike hugged and reassured her.

"It's okay, it's okay. Don't you see that the palace is safe and sound now?

"Just wait for tomorrow, the rebels from the Heavenly King's Palace will all be wiped out! Don't worry!"

Lan Xi looked at him and asked.

"Dear, although you say that, I'm still a little curious. Why do you think Third Brother wanted to launch the coup today?

"Wasn't their original plan to start in seven days?"

Fike shook his head.

"I'm confused about this as well. I've been thinking about it on the way back, but I have a feeling that everything will be revealed tomorrow!"

The two leaned against each other before finally falling asleep.

...

The sun shone brightly the next day.

In the Imperial Court, a swarm of ministers had gathered, discussing animatedly amongst themselves as they sat in their respective seats.

The joy on their faces was clear.

"Didn't Lord Zakaithus plan to make our move seven days later? Why was it suddenly brought forward?"

"Ah, why do we even care so much about him? The old man will die soon anyway!"

"Although now that the first prince, Luo Hao, is now on the throne, not long after this, Lord Zakaithus will..."

Fike was standing behind a high wall as he listened keenly to the discussions of the crowd in silence.

Saunders entered the room before announcing loudly.

"His Majesty, the King is here!"

At the entrance of the court, Ross Collin III led Flandor, Brad, and a group of his men into the court.

One of the ministers who was still ignorant about the situation assumed that it was the first prince, Luo Hao.

He quickly stood up and raised his wine glass to welcome him with a smile.

However, when he saw the man that had risen from the dead, the wine glass in his hand immediately shattered on the ground.

"You! How did you... not die?"

A minister wore an exaggerated expression.

"It seems that you all really wish to die!"

Rose Collin III declared fiercely.

By now, he had already made his way over to the throne in the Imperial Court and taken his seat.

The other ministers' expressions only grew more contorted in disbelief as they noticed Flandor and Brad present as well.

Finally, before the crowd could react, Ross Collin III spoke.

"Bring the three princes up!"

The king's men carried the three captive princes into the hall, who were all tied up and wore terrified expressions on their faces.

This was especially true of the second prince, who looked borderline insane.

The other ministers did not dare to make a sound as they witnessed the scene, as if time had stopped.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the king spoke.

"Traitors from the Heavenly King's Palace, reveal yourselves now, and I will spare your lives!"

Hearing such an authoritative voice, a number of the ministers nervously stepped forward one after another.

However, seeing that only four or five people had stepped up, Ross Collin III yelled angrily.

"Only these few? What about the rest of you? Huh?"

The other ministers were obviously shaken to the core by the scene in front of them, and remained frozen in fear.

Some of them were so scared that they even unconsciously leaked a few drops of urine.

"Saunders!"

The king called.

"I'm here!"

Saunders wore a terrified face as well as he responded.

"Now, point out who else in this Imperial Court is a traitor from the Heavenly King's Palace!"

Saunders had no choice but to walk toward the ministers without hesitation.

He pointed at the man as he said.

"Your Majesty, this person is also involved!"

"Take him!"

Ross Collin III ordered.

Two soldiers obediently grabbed the minister at his command.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I was wrong, Your Majesty! Please let me go! Your Majesty!"

The minister was wailing as he was dragged mercilessly to the center of the court.

One of the soldiers pulled out a sharp blade from his waist, swiftly decapitating the man as soon as the blade fell.

The rest of the ministers were stunned silent. They stood in their places, not daring to even breathe.

Seeing that they were not reacting, the king called again.

"Saunders!

"Keep going!"

The attendant continued to make his way through the gathered ministers.

At this moment, a few more of them suddenly stood up and knelt on the ground, kowtowing as they spoke.

"Me! I was involved as well!. I beg Your Majesty to let me off! I beg Your Majesty to spare my life!"

Looking coldly at the ministers who had suddenly decided to grovel for mercy, Ross Collin III commanded.

"Executioners!"

The soldiers answered in unison.

"Present!"

"Kill them all!"

The ministers cried and struggled as they were shoved down by the executioners beside them, but it was futile.

They had already unsheathed their malicious blades.

Between the glinting flashes of the cold steel, blood splattered all over the imperial court.

As the remaining ministers witnessed the ruthlessness of Ross Collin III, they were so frightened that their legs went soft.

They scrambled after one another to beg.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! It was the first prince and the others who did it! It has nothing to do with me!"

Some of them directly pointed out their co-conspirators on the spot.

Watching the traitors turn against each other in the Imperial Court, the king sneered.

"If any of you can redeem your sins and contribute well, I may spare your lives!"

Hearing this, everyone knelt down one after another, kowtowing and swearing their loyalty.

"Good! Men! Take all these people away! Interrogate them clearly before you release them!"

A group of soldiers stepped forward to take the ministers away.

The entire Imperial Court was soon emptied out, leaving only Ross Collin III, Flandor, Brad, and his three sons remaining.

The king unsheathed the sword at his waist as he slowly stepped down from the throne.

"You three unfilial sons have caused me to fall into such a desperate situation, and you've even harmed countless people who were loyal to me, colluding with the Heavenly King's Palace! You've betrayed the royal authority of the Lieluo Empire!

"Furthermore, you even dismembered my prime minister, Reg, and as if that hadn't been enough, you went after his family!"

Hearing this, the three princes no longer had any shred of their arrogance from yesterday, and their voices trembled as they spoke.

"Father, father... Don't kill your son... Don't kill your son!"

"So you still know that I am your father?"

Ross Collin III snarled.

Without warning, the sword in his hand slashed at the first prince, Luo Hao, cutting deep into his throat.

A geyser of blood rushed out as the first prince fell to the ground with his eyes still wide open, his body twitching as gurgling sounds emerged from his mouth.

Finally, after a while, he breathed his last.