The Holy Maiden Uncovers My Coffin When I Just Become An Emperor's Corpse-Chapter 160 Token!

Outside the Imperial Palace, Tang Qingqing and Tang Zhenyuan stood at the entrance.

The guards at the gate blocked their way, preventing them from entering.

Guards who could stand at the palace gates naturally had high cultivation.

It was more than enough to stop the two of them.

"Eighth Prince, Princess!" At this time, a eunuch hurriedly ran out from inside, shouting as he ran.

Tang Zhenyuan and Tang Qingqing, seeing him, immediately approached.

"Eunuch Chu, how is it? Will Father see us?" Tang Zhenyuan was the first to speak.

"Can we go in now?" Tang Qingqing asked, and without waiting for a response, attempted to enter the palace.

However, the guards blocked her path, and Eunuch Chu also stopped Tang Qingqing.

"His Majesty didn’t allow you to enter, just said not to worry, Eighth Prince, Princess. He is having a pleasant conversation with the Emperor of the Tianquan Dynasty, and it will be over soon. Please wait a little while!"

Having a pleasant conversation?

Tang Qingqing and Tang Zhenyuan exchanged a glance, seeing worry in each other’s eyes.

They wouldn’t be reassured simply because a eunuch said so.

*They both knew that a dynasty’s monarch was always unpredictable.*

*As the ancient saying goes, accompanying the monarch is like accompanying a tiger!*

*Perhaps the conversation was pleasant, but in the blink of an eye, a deadly strike could be delivered.*

*Let alone someone being hunted by a Heavenly Dao Warrant, even royal princes and princesses were not exempt.*

*Many had already perished under the Primordial Emperor Sword!*

Tang Qingqing and Tang Zhenyuan were well aware of their father’s character.

"Please wait a bit. I know you’re worried, but when I checked, His Majesty had already granted a seat to the other side and laid out a feast of delicacies for the Emperor of the Tianquan Dynasty to enjoy," Eunuch Chu explained.

This explanation reassured Tang Qingqing and Tang Zhenyuan considerably.

"Thank you, Eunuch Chu." Tang Zhenyuan took out some gold and discreetly handed it to Eunuch Chu.

"It’s nothing, nothing," Eunuch Chu replied with a smile.

"Well, Eunuch Chu, could you check again, and if anything happens, please inform us immediately," Tang Qingqing requested.

"Alright."

Taking the gold, Eunuch Chu returned to the palace interior.

Tang Zhenyuan and Tang Qingqing continued to wait at the entrance.

And the situation there was also attracting attention from many princes.

Inside a large palace, the Third Prince knelt on the ground.

In front of him sat a cold and proud woman in a phoenix robe.

Her fingers were slender, emitting a chilling light.

"Mother, the Eighth Prince’s supporters have defeated the Ninth Prince and the Twelfth Princess. At this moment, they’re being received by Father, and I’m afraid Father is going to support Brother Eighth Prince as a Crown Prince Candidate," the Third Prince Tang Ning said.

Before him was his mother, the Empress of the Tianyuan Dynasty.

"Because you were not prepared enough, you failed to recruit a few talents. Nor did you gather many experts! If you don’t fail, who will?" The Empress said solemnly.

"But Mother, it’s not my fault; it’s the problem with my cultivation of the Immortality Technique. The breakthrough took too long and consumed too much time, leaving me with no time to recruit people! If I had broken through earlier, I wouldn’t be in such a passive situation..." The Third Prince attempted to explain.

"Silence!" the Empress shouted. "Don’t try to explain. Everything is because you didn’t work hard enough. If you had listened to me earlier and prepared for the struggle for the Crown Prince Candidate, would we be in this situation today?"

The Third Prince Tang Ning bowed his head.

"Mother, I’m sorry; it’s my fault. Please help your son," he pleaded.

"I’ve already sent someone to the palace entrance. Once that person comes out, I’ll have him brought here to support you," the Empress said coldly.

The Third Prince Tang Ning prostrated himself on the ground.

"Thank you, Mother, for your support!"

"Yes, go back for now. If there’s news, I’ll have someone inform you."

"Yes, Mother!"

The Third Prince Tang Ning retreated and left, while the Empress’s gaze remained cold and expressionless.

In the Prince Wen Mansion, in a spacious hall, a figure holding a scroll full of literary path aura sat at the highest seat. This was Prince Wen, Tang Feng, the fifth son of the Primordial Emperor.

Seated below him were four other figures, all supporters of Prince Wen, Tang Feng.

"Fifth Royal Brother, I heard from the servants of Old Third’s residence that Old Eighth just caused a commotion by bringing people to Ningyang Prince Mansion. His supporters disabled Old Ninth and the Twelfth Princess," said a young man in a purple robe as he stood up.

Tang Feng set down the scroll in his hand, showing a curious expression.

"Really?"

"Yes, I just heard and came to tell you. And I also heard that Old Eighth’s supporters were moved to the Imperial Palace by Father using Star Shifting. They haven’t come out yet, so it’s unclear what’s happening."

"Immediately have someone keep an eye on it. If there’s any problem, inform me immediately. There’s not much time left until Father decides on the Crown Prince Candidate. We can’t have problems at this critical juncture," Tang Feng said intently.

"Understood."

At this moment, in the palaces of the Eldest Prince, Second Prince, and Fourth Prince, many people were discussing the matter, paying close attention to Yang Yan’s removal by the Primordial Emperor.

In the grand hall, Yang Yan’s words caused the Primordial Emperor to pause momentarily.

"Your suggestion isn’t bad, but there can only be one Crown Prince Candidate."

Yang Yan had guessed that the Primordial Emperor invited him here because he didn’t want to give the Eighth Prince the position. He likely had his eye on another prince or had ulterior motives. Yang Yan leaned toward the latter!

*Since the Primordial Emperor, from the very beginning, did not seem like someone willing to share power.*

"If the Crown Prince Candidate position isn’t given, could he be allowed to hold a position, even if it were nominal, receiving a salary? Otherwise, I can’t persuade the Eighth Prince when I return," Yang Yan suggested.

The Primordial Emperor thought for a moment.

"You’re the only one who can bargain with me! Fine, give him a sinecure!"

An hour later, Yang Yan emerged from the grand hall. His expression was indifferent, and he held a token in his hand.

He hadn’t gone far when a guard walked toward him. Yang Yan knew their intention, but he didn’t wish to linger.

He performed the Innate Dao Skill, Near and Far. In an instant, he vanished from the entrance of the grand hall.

"Huh? He’s gone?" The guard’s expression changed.

He hurried off in another direction.

When Yang Yan reappeared, he was already beside Tang Qingqing and Tang Zhenyuan, who were anxiously pacing.

"Imperial Sister, go inform Li Wan Hua and the others to quickly prepare to flee; I have a bad feeling," Tang Zhenyuan said.

But before he finished speaking, a shadow loomed over him.

Turning his head, he was stunned.

"Your Majesty, you’ve come out!" he exclaimed excitedly.

Beside him, Tang Qingqing also saw Yang Yan. Her previously worried expression turned to a smile.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Yang Yan shook his head.

"Nothing. Let’s talk inside the carriage."

"Alright."

They boarded the carriage together. Yang Yan took out a token.

"Your Majesty, this is the Treasury’s open-door token, which only the Minister of Revenue possesses. Where did you get it?" Tang Zhenyuan said excitedly.

With this token, he could enter and exit the Treasury.

Yang Yan handed it to Tang Zhenyuan.

"I exchanged the Crown Prince Candidate position for the Minister of Revenue position. From now on, you and another minister shall jointly manage the Treasury. But you will only be a nominal figure, receiving a salary and some benefits from the Treasury!"

Tang Zhenyuan and Tang Qingqing were puzzled.

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince Candidate position is quite prestigious; why exchange it?" Tang Qingqing asked, confused.

Yang Yan’s eyes flickered.

"The Primordial Emperor had no intention of passing his position, his power, to anyone. Whoever he chose as a prince wouldn’t be a strong one, just someone who could be disposed of at any time—a puppet! So the Crown Prince Candidate position is merely a nominal one. Compared to the Minister of Revenue position, it’s far inferior."

Nominal?

This...

"Your Majesty, are you saying that Father is deliberately arranging for us to fight?" Tang Zhenyuan asked.

"You could say that," Yang Yan said, his eyes focused. "Or you could say the Primordial Emperor used a nominal position to probe your true stance, to see if any of your supporters could pose a threat to him. Like you, whom I support! Given your current cultivation, you have an entire Dynasty supporting you. Your future likely holds greater potential than his. He doesn’t want you competing for the Emperor’s throne, so he asked me to persuade you to step back."

Tang Qingqing and Tang Zhenyuan were surprised.