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After that, Song Yu never mentioned Yin Huaiyu's name in front of him again.

In fact, among such brothers fighting against each other, even if Yin Huaiyu was killed immediately, it would be a normal development, but Song Yu always felt that Yin Fan was not such a violent person in his heart.

Song Yu was depressed and under house arrest for a few days, and visibly became thinner and emaciated. On the eighth day, Song Yu didn't even wake up from the bed, just lay there, quietly thinking about how he would get out, or change his life. The current situation.

When Yin Fan rushed over, he saw that he looked sick, his face was not very good, and his tone was cold.

"Even if I don't want to think about it, I know you're thinking about him. Don't you want to know what's going on with him now and what I'll do to him?"

"He and his remnant party have already been kicked out of the palace by me and the general. They are the real losers. One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. After I ascend the throne, there is no need for Yin Huaiyu to exist."

Song Yu's complexion turned pale by the resolute words, and half of his body softened instantly. Looking at the cold man in front of him, he trembled slightly when he spoke: "You are brothers, you don't need to kill him, he—"

"To shut up."

Yin Fan covered Song Yu's mouth with a dark face. He didn't want to hear another man's name from his mouth at all. Seeing that he was almost suffocated and had no intention of refuting, he was willing to let go, facing the weak man on the bed. Song Yu, speaking on his own.

"Soon, I'll be enthroned. Don't think about him anymore. Just watch me take his place, and...you."

……

It was the first time Yin Huaiyu encountered such a tragic blow in his life.

Several subordinates who support him have already begun to make plans frantically, trying to help them turn the tide.

"Didn't the daughter of the city lord of Ming City have a good impression of you when he came to court last time? If you are willing to accept the position of crown princess, the city lord will definitely be willing to send troops. You see—"

"Impossible!" Yin Huaiyu refused decisively before he finished listening.

"Anyway, your crown princess is vacant, even if you don't like her, you can—"

"Not available, I have someone in mind." Yin Huaiyu denied with a black face.

The subordinates were interrupted again and again, wondering: "But the rest of the cities with troops are either in the territory of General Zhenyuan, or they have already stated their position. We have no choice."

"He...he is still in Yin Fan's hands, I can't just go to war so recklessly." Yin Huaiyu lowered his head in annoyance, his decadent eyes were dimmed, without any brilliance from the past.

Several subordinates looked at each other in blank dismay, a little disappointed, if Yin Huaiyu listened to their advice and gave it a go, there might still be a chance to fight, but he never thought that the prince would care about the love of his children so much.

This Yin Fan will soon forcibly ascend the throne and announce it to the world, by then it will be too late.

Yin Huaiyu sighed, with an unpredictable look in his eyes, "I will definitely return to the palace." It's just not for the throne, but for his Yu'er.

On the day when Yin Fan ascended the throne, he was in the most central and most prestigious palace in the whole palace.

The most important ceremony didn't start immediately, Yin Fan's uncle, the general who supported him to the top and held a heavy army, planned to give everyone a warning before that.

Officials and servants who had a close relationship with Yin Huaiyu were all tied up and knelt in the hall.

The last one to be brought in was Song Yu.

Seeing that the person he had hidden appeared here, Yin Fan's expression was also a little grim. He stared at his uncle as if he wanted to question him, but he couldn't utter a word, so he could only remain silent.

The general meant that only by killing them all could Yin Fan gain power.

Yin Fan himself also understood very well that only if he followed his will would his uncle support him as always.

But looking at Yin Fan who has not moved for a long time, the general's face collapsed, "Fan'er, why don't you do it yet? You can't do anything to this person, can you?"

The person next to him presented a shining white dagger, which was extremely sharp at first glance.

Yin Fan's body froze for a moment, knowing that his uncle wanted him to do it himself. The moment he picked up the dagger, Song Yu's heart tightened, like a drum beating.

As he approached step by step, Song Yu had filled his mind with countless images of himself being stabbed to death by Yin Fan.

However, Yin Fan was standing in front of him, and suddenly put down the dagger lightly, with a hint of affection in his eyes.

"Before, you told me in the yard, before my sick bed, that my legs would be cured. Now, my legs have recovered, but my heart seems to have a new disease."

"I'm finally enthroned, but I'm not as happy as I thought."

"I don't want to see Yin Huaiyu own you, and I don't want to sit alone in that position."

"You said you studied medicine, I think you might know the answer. What about you? Are you willing to be my medicine?"

Song Yu never expected that Yin Fan would show such dependent feelings to him at this critical juncture. Looking at his dark and dazed eyes, he felt that he was like a mentally ill patient, and also like a naive but cruel villain, wanting to pray A friend who can accompany him.

Although Song Yu complained about Yin Fan and hated what he did, but at the same time he felt pity for him in his heart.

If they were in modern times, maybe they would still be friends, but from the current standpoint, he couldn't give Yin Fan a good look.

"You have planned to kill Huaiyu for a long time, do you think I will treat you sincerely like before?"

Staring at the rare cold light in Song Yu's eyes, Yin Fan's expression was unpredictable, as if he was stimulated, he nervously clenched the dagger and pressed it against Song Yu's fair neck.

"I'll give you one last chance—"

As soon as the words fell, there was the sound of bustling footsteps and weapons colliding outside the door, and Yin Huaiyu rushed in with his men and horses.

Yin Huaiyu, the leader, saw the silvery dagger in Yin Fan's hand touching his fragile throat with sharp eyes, his eyes were about to burst, and his heart seemed to have stopped beating at this moment.

"Yu'er!"

The situation in the imperial court became more and more chaotic, and it became two opposing forces.

Seeing Yin Huaiyu, Song Yu's heart also softened, but after glancing at the small number of people behind him, his heart became colder and colder, and he had a hunch that this would be a battle with no chance of winning.

Facing Yin Fan's metal pupils without any emotion, Song Yu didn't doubt that if he really angered him at this time, his throat would be cut in the next second.

"You, calm down, I can think about it, but you—" Song Yu's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he added nervously: "You want to let Yin Huaiyu go. You see, he doesn't pose much threat to you. Make him a Idle prince, you can demote him to the frontier. Otherwise, if your reputation spreads, you will be fighting each other and seeking power to usurp the throne... This will affect your enthronement."

Song Yu's only consideration at this time was to keep Yin Huaiyu alive.

Only by living can there be hope and other possibilities.

But for a new emperor, it was almost impossible to listen to his opinion, but Yin Fan seemed to be weighing it seriously, and the dagger in his hand loosened his grip.

The keen General Zhenyuan naturally noticed something, and a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes—absurd!It was simply unbelievable that the candidate he was optimistic about would be shaken by such trivial matters.

"Fan'er, don't be indecisive for personal reasons!"

The middle-aged man, who has always been strong and has the desire to completely control Yin Fan, rushed forward with a lightning speed, displaying the bravery and ruthlessness of a soldier.

Yin Huaiyu's heart was beating wildly, and when he saw his movements, he was full of bad premonitions.

Sure enough, he snatched Yin Fan's dagger, like crushing an ant, and easily stabbed it into Song Yu's chest, fast and ruthless, and effortlessly.

Song Yu's blood spurted out and splashed onto Yin Fan's face, making him petrified, as if he hadn't realized what happened yet.

Song Yu felt a pain in his chest and slowly closed his eyes.

When he fell down, he seemed to see many people running towards him, and their voices, like a dream.

Mo Gufei called "A Yu", Liu Hanshan called "A Song", Lin Zhanfeng called "Yu Meiren", and Aunt Ruan, Liang Ji, Li Xiang and Bi Yuan called him master and sister...

Among them, the most deafening was Yin Huaiyu's heart-piercing cry.

Like an arrow leaving the string, he caught Song Yu before he fell to the ground, hugged him tightly in his arms, but suddenly lowered his strength as if he was dealing with a fragile object, for fear of touching his wound.

Everyone's eyes widened, but in Yin Huaiyu's eyes, it even felt that the world was overshadowed and turned into black and white.

Yin Huaiyu's face was pale, hugging the person who seemed to be still warm, covering his bleeding chest, his hands were glaring and cruelly red, and couldn't be blocked.

The cloth on Song Yu's chest was soaked in blood, and there was no movement in the chest cavity.At this moment, Yin Huaiyu felt that his heart was no longer beating.

Although he desperately shouted "doctor" and "save him", Song Yu couldn't feel any hope, and his consciousness became more and more blurred until he couldn't hear or feel anything——

The connection with this world seemed to be completely severed from him at this very moment.

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