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Yi Huawei looked at the rotating Tai Chi pattern in the bowl, a deep light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly retracted his fingers. The wound on his fingertips had healed at some point, leaving only a faint red mark.

"My Lords, do you still have any doubts?"

The sound was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

The pavilion was completely silent, save for the faint sound of the boiling medicinal soup in the bowl.

The princes of the royal family looked at each other, their faces changing. Prince Zhu Changrun of Fu stared at the Tai Chi diagram in the bowl, his nails dug deep into his palms, blood dripping through his fingers, but he was unaware.

"Impossible... This is impossible..."

Zhu Changrun murmured in a low voice, his eyes bloodshot.

Prince Rui Zhu Changhao suddenly stepped forward and shouted, "Wait a minute! Blood test alone is not enough to prove identity! When the Zheng Palace caught fire, the prince's body was gone. How can we be sure that he is not an impostor?"

Before he finished speaking, Yi Huawei took out an object from his arms - a half-broken white jade pendant, which shone with a warm luster in the morning light. The edges of the jade pendant were jagged, and it was obvious that someone had broken it.

"On the night of the fire in Prince Zheng's mansion, I was still an infant and was saved by my mentor. ... I have always carried this jade pendant with me. Do you recognize it?"

Looking at the jade pendant in Yi Huawei's hand, Zhu Zaiyu, the white-haired old man, staggered out of the royal family team and trembled as he took out the other half of the jade pendant from his arms. The two halves of the jade pendant slowly approached each other in the air, and as everyone watched with bated breath, they merged into one. The lines at the break were perfectly connected, and the word "Zheng" in the center of the jade pendant finally appeared completely.

"This... this is the longevity jade pendant that I put on my grandson myself!"

Zhu Zaiyu burst into tears, holding the complete jade pendant in his hands, and knelt on the ground: "After the fire, I searched the ruins and only found this half... God have mercy on me, God have mercy on me!"

This cry was like a thunderclap in the reception pavilion. Several older princes in the royal family changed color. They remembered the fire in the Zheng Palace that shocked the court and the public thirty years ago, and they also remembered Zhu Zaiyu's persistence in searching for the whereabouts of his grandson for many years.

At this time, the director of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory, Xu Guangqi, stepped out from the crowd, holding a yellowed scroll of astrological records in his hand. This scholar who was well versed in astronomy and calendar spoke in a trembling voice:
"I have checked the records of that year. On the night of the fire in Prince Zheng's Mansion, the Emperor Star in the Purple Palace was bright, and a meteor streaked across the sky and fell directly towards Mount Hua. The Kaiyuan Divination Classic says: 'The star fell but survived, it is destiny's will.' Today, I examined my body, and my blood was fused with Tai Chi, and my jade pendant was in perfect harmony. Everything about the celestial phenomena and human affairs was in perfect agreement!"

Xu Guangqi turned to face the officials and unfolded the star map in his hand:

"Please look, everyone. This is what I observed last night. A new auxiliary star appeared next to the Purple Star Emperor, and its light pointed directly to the direction of Deshengmen. It is exactly the same as the star sign thirty years ago! This is God's will, and it cannot be violated!"

All the officials were shocked and came forward to check the star map. They saw that there was indeed a new star next to the Purple Star on the map, and its position was exactly the same as recorded in ancient books. Some officials who believed in destiny had already begun to discuss in a low voice, and their eyes looked at Yi Huawei with a little more awe.

Gao Panlong, the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Metropolitan Censorate, suddenly sneered: "The theory of astrology is illusory. The jade pendant can be forged, and the blood test method can also be faked. If you want to gain the trust of the world, you need more evidence!"

When Yi Huawei heard this, his eyes shot towards Gao Panlong like lightning. Gao Panlong suddenly felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he involuntarily took a half step back.

"What evidence does Master Gao want?"

Yi Huawei's tone was calm, but it made everyone present feel a sense of oppression.

Just as the atmosphere was tense, a burst of hurried horse hoofbeats came from afar. A team of Jinyiwei escorted several dishevelled prisoners and galloped over. The leading Jinyiwei Qianhu dismounted and knelt on one knee:

"Your Highness, we have captured several of the culprits of the arson in the underground secret room of the former Zheng Palace! After an overnight interrogation, we have obtained confessions!"

As he spoke, he presented a stack of bloodstained confessions. Yi Huawei took the confessions, quickly glanced through them, and his face turned cold. He turned to face the officials, his voice as cold as ice:

"On the eighth night of the twelfth lunar month in the fifteenth year of the Wanli reign, someone bribed the manager of the Zheng Wang Mansion to hide kerosene in various places in the mansion. When the fire started, they sent death squads to guard the doors and not allow anyone to escape."

He glanced at several princes of the royal family: "Who is the mastermind behind this? It is clearly written in the confession."

As soon as these words came out, several people in the royal family team turned pale. Rui Wang Zhu Changhao suddenly shouted: "Nonsense! This is a frame-up!" He turned to the officials, "My colleagues, this person's origin is unknown, and now he has produced these so-called "evidences". It is clear that he wants to alienate the royal family and disrupt our Ming Dynasty!"

Zhao Shiqing, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Works, suddenly stood up and took out a secret letter from his sleeve: "I recently sorted out the old files of the Ministry of Works and found that there were discrepancies in the repair records of the Zheng Wang Mansion in the 15th year of Wanli. The craftsmen who were responsible for the repairs all died suddenly after the project was completed, and the account books recorded that flammable pine wood was used instead of the prescribed nanmu. My father secretly reported this to the late emperor, but it was suppressed..."

As more and more evidence emerged, the situation in the reception pavilion gradually became clear. Officials who supported Yi Huawei began to speak out, while those who opposed him retreated to the corner with gloomy faces.

The five doctors of the Imperial Observatory stepped forward and knelt on the ground. "The celestial phenomena show this, and the blood test proves this, and this is the true dragon emperor. We are willing to guarantee it with our lives!"

In this chaotic moment, Yi Huawei suddenly raised his hand. An invisible force instantly enveloped the entire audience, and everyone felt their chests suffocate and involuntarily quieted down.

"enough."

These two simple words caused the reception pavilion to fall into complete silence. Yi Huawei looked around at the crowd, his gaze finally falling on the pale-faced members of the royal family:

"I am not here to settle old grudges. The Ming Dynasty is facing internal and external troubles. The Jurchens in Liaodong are eyeing us covetously. There are refugees everywhere in Shaanxi. Taxes in Jiangnan are insufficient... The most urgent task is to reorganize the government and revitalize the country."

After a pause, his voice became more steady: "As for the authenticity of the identity, it will be judged by the public. Three days later, the court will be held and I will go to the Temple of Heaven. Then everything will be clear."

This statement not only made his position clear, but also left room for maneuver. Yang Junmin and other important officials nodded secretly. This boy was calm and steady in his dealings, and he really had the demeanor of an emperor.

The deputy director of the Imperial Observatory suddenly exclaimed: "Look!"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw a red sun breaking through the clouds in the eastern sky. Strangely, the sunlight passed through the morning mist, forming a faint halo around Yi Huawei, making him look like a god.

“The sun shines on the golden body! This is the sign of the Holy Lord recorded in the Auspicious Response Diagram!”

Everyone in the Imperial Observatory knelt down again.

The wind direction in the reception pavilion completely changed. More and more officials saluted Yi Huawei, and even Gao Panlong, who had always opposed it, had to bow his head. Among the princes of the royal family, Zheng Wang Zhu Zaiyu had already stood in front of Yi Huawei with tears in his eyes. Seeing this, several other princes also bowed and saluted one after another.

Only a few people, such as Prince Fu and Prince Rui, remained frozen in place, their faces uncertain. But the situation was hopeless, and they could only suppress their anger and salute along with the others.

Yi Huawei stood in the center of the reception pavilion, and the sunlight gave him a golden edge.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Suddenly, a sound of breaking air tore through the morning mist, and hundreds of poisoned crossbow arrows shot from all directions, rushing towards the reception pavilion like a dark cloud covering a city.

Luo Sigong immediately shouted loudly: "There is an assassin! Protect the emperor!" He quickly drew out his Embroidered Spring Sword, but the arrow was so fast that he had no time to defend himself.

"Ahhhh~~"

All the officials were thrown into chaos. Some stood there in a daze, while others retreated in panic. Several civil servants collapsed to the ground, their faces as pale as paper. Zhang Wenda, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, watched helplessly as a poisonous arrow flew toward his throat. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he was so frightened that he forgot to dodge.

"Humph~"

At this time, a cold snort sounded.

Yi Huawei stood in the pavilion, not panicking at all, and just moved his sleeves slightly. A powerful Qi burst out, and the air within three feet was distorted with him as the center. The arrows hit the Qi and stopped in mid-air, then broke and fell to the ground with a "crack". Li Rusong couldn't help shouting: "The primordial Qi is invulnerable to all methods!?"

He had seen powerful masters in Qi Jiguang's army, but this was the first time he had seen someone who could release his true energy to this extent. His eyes were full of shock.

However, a few arrows were still shot from blind spots, targeting the unsuspecting ministers.

Yi Huawei's eyes turned cold, he raised his right hand and clapped twice in the air.

"Bang! Bang!" Two palm powers shot out like substance, forming obvious ripples in the air. The poison arrow shot at Zhang Wenda was shattered, and the arrow shot at the Minister of Rites Zhou Daodeng was also deflected and nailed into the pillar, with the tail of the arrow still trembling.

Zhang Wenda escaped death, his legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground, his forehead covered with cold sweat. Zhou Daodeng's face was pale, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"kill--!"

Following the shouts, more than 300 black-clad warriors rushed out from the bushes on both sides of the official road, their swords flashing and murderous. The warriors were well-trained and divided into three teams. One team rushed towards Yi Huawei, one team attacked the officials, and another team went straight to the prince of the royal family.

The Minister of War Shi Xing shouted: "Oh no! They are trying to silence us!" He drew his sword to meet the enemy, but the assassin was too fierce. The Jinyiwei fought hastily, and soon several officials fell in a pool of blood.

At this critical moment, a sharp sound of breaking wind was heard, and the dozen assassins in the front row suddenly froze, blood spurted out of their throats, and they fell to the ground silently. Then, a figure rushed into the venue like lightning.

The man was wearing the dragon robe of the governor of the East Factory. His face was pale and feminine. He swung the thin sword in his hand so fast that the trajectory was almost invisible. Wherever he went, blood splattered and assassins fell one after another.

Luo Sigong's pupils shrank and he screamed, "It's Qiu Chengyun! Why are people from the East Factory here?!"

Qiu Chengyun's movements were as fast as a phantom, and his swordsmanship was strange. Every time he stabbed, one person died. The thirty Dongchang soldiers behind him were also very skilled, and their swordsmanship was fierce. In the blink of an eye, they tore a hole in the assassin's formation.

Imperial Censor Gao Panlong stared at Qiu Chengyun's sword moves and was shocked: "The Exorcist Sword Technique... is a fragment of the Sunflower Manual!"

This martial art had long been lost, but now it has reappeared.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the leader of the assassins shouted, "Kill the target first! The others will cover the rear!" More than 20 assassins rushed towards Yi Huawei regardless of everything. The sword lights formed a big net, blocking all retreat routes.

Yi Huawei's eyes were cold. He raised his right hand, and the true energy in his palm condensed, with a faint purple light.

"Since you are seeking death, I will grant your wish."

After saying this, his figure disappeared in an instant.

"boom--!"

The next moment, Yi Huawei appeared in the group of assassins, and pushed out with one palm. The violent Qi was like a surging wave. The chests of the five assassins in front of them were sunken, vomiting blood and flying backwards, knocking down more than a dozen people behind them. Before the others could react, he put his left hand together like a sword and slashed in the air.

"Nine Swords of Dugu - Arrow Breaking Style!"

An invisible sword energy swept across, and all the weapons in the hands of the assassins within ten steps broke. Blood lines appeared on their necks, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Shi Xing's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. He had fought for many years and had never seen such powerful martial arts.

The assassin leader watched his men being killed like grass, and fear finally appeared in his eyes. He shouted, "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

But it was too late.

Qiu Chengyun flashed, blocking the retreat, and shook his thin sword, flashing a cold light. "Puff!" The tip of the sword pierced the leader's throat accurately, and before the blood splattered, he rushed to the next target.

The thirty Dongchang guards cooperated tacitly, and the swords intertwined, killing all the remaining assassins. In just half a quarter of an hour, all the more than 300 assassins were killed, and the corpses were scattered all over the ground in front of the reception pavilion, and the smell of blood was everywhere.

All the officials stood there in a daze, and the princes of the royal family turned pale. Prince Zhu Changrun of Fu stared at Qiu Chengyun, his eyes full of anger - the East Factory should have been theirs!

Qiu Chengyun put away his sword and slowly walked towards Yi Huawei. Under the gaze of everyone, he knelt on one knee and saluted: "Qiu Chengyun, the governor of the East Factory, I am late to rescue you. Please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Yi Huawei's eyes were deep as he looked at Qiu Chengyun for a moment. Their eyes met and everything was said without words.

"Admiral Qiu came to our rescue in time, what crime has he committed?" Yi Huawei said in a flat tone.

"It is my duty to die for your Highness!"

Qiu Chengyun lowered his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he regained his stern look. He stepped aside, waved his hand, and signaled his men to start cleaning up the battlefield.

The officials came to their senses and knelt down and shouted: "Your Highness, be mighty! God bless the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhang Wenda was shaking all over, feeling lucky for his escape, and shocked by the strength displayed by Yi Huawei. He secretly looked up, seeing Yi Huawei standing in a pool of blood but spotless, and knew in his heart: This world is going to change.

At this moment, the morning mist gradually dissipated, and the sun shone on the corpses in front of the reception pavilion, reflecting a strange light. The surviving officials helped each other to get up, their bodies covered with mud and blood. Some silently tidied up their messy official uniforms, while others were still breathing heavily, trying to calm their frightened hearts.

Luo Sigong frowned and looked around vigilantly, without retracting the Embroidered Spring Knife in his hand.

Zhou Daodeng held onto the pillar, his legs still weak. He reached out and touched the pillar that was hit by the arrow, and when his fingers touched the arrow that was still vibrating at the tail, he couldn't help but shudder. The thrilling scene just now kept replaying in his mind. If it weren't for Yi Huawei's action, he would have died at this moment.

Li Rusong stood there for a long time without moving. He looked down at the broken arrows and corpses on the ground, then looked up at Yi Huawei, his eyes full of awe and confusion. He knew very well that a person with such high martial arts skills would definitely cause a huge stir in this court.

Prince Zhu Changrun of Fu stood in the middle of the royal princes, his face terribly gloomy. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms. He originally thought he could control the situation, but he didn't expect Yi Huawei to be so powerful. What made him even more angry was that the East Factory, which was supposed to be used by him, actually sided with Yi Huawei. He turned around and looked at the princes around him who were also shocked, thinking about how to deal with it next.

Yang Junmin took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, the assassin has been eliminated, but the mastermind behind the scenes has not yet been found out. This matter..."

Yi Huawei raised his hand to interrupt him and said calmly: "No hurry."

He walked slowly towards the bodies of the assassins, bent down and picked up a blood-stained dagger with a secret emblem engraved on the handle.

"The symbol of the Zhejiang Party?"

Zhang Wenda, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, had sharp eyes and recognized him immediately.

"No, it's a replica."

Yi Huawei rubbed the knife handle with his fingertips, and the emblem on the handle was wiped off, revealing the real mark underneath.

A plum blossom. (End of this chapter)