There is a happy inn in the capital.

Chapter 461 Military Talisman and Crown

"His Majesty the King has suddenly fainted, and his condition is unknown. Moving the King is a matter of utmost importance. Lord Urk, Third Prince, to ensure His Majesty's absolute safety and prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation..."

"I suggest that, apart from the imperial physician and designated reliable palace servants, no one, including the princes and guards, should approach the side hall before His Majesty awakens. The outer perimeter of the side hall should be sealed off by the Great Zhao delegation and the respected senior ministers of Boyu Kingdom to ensure fairness!"

Her words were forceful and directly addressed the concern of "preventing anyone from taking the opportunity to assassinate the king," thus placing the Purple Star delegation in the position of oversight.

Urk's eyes sharpened as he looked at Hassan.

Hassan narrowed his eyes slightly, then a look of realization and agreement appeared on his face.

"General Liang's considerations are thorough! My father's safety is of utmost importance! We will follow General Liang's advice!"

"Please invite the old Prince Suleiman (who has also arrived at the palace gate with a livid face), and the Imperial Preceptor, to join General Liang in guarding the outer perimeter of the side hall!"

"Lord Urke, your men are responsible for maintaining order in the main hall. Without the joint permission of me, the Prince, the Imperial Preceptor, and General Liang, no one may enter or leave at will or pass on messages!"

Prince Suleiman gave Hassan a deep look, then glanced at the king being carried away and the basher lying limp on the ground, sighed heavily, and nodded.

The imperial advisor, a cunning old fox, sensed the unfavorable situation and quickly echoed his sentiments.

Liang Yuying's proposal not only temporarily limited Hassan and Urke's potential misconduct towards the comatose king, but also gave them the legitimacy to control the situation in the palace, and won over the most respected old prince of Boyu Kingdom—truly killing three birds with one stone.

Li Shuchen secretly gave Liang Yuying a thumbs up in the crowd: Experience is the best teacher!

Urke immediately carried out the order, and the guards quickly took up positions throughout the hall, swords drawn and eyes alert.

Although the atmosphere inside the hall was still tense, order was managed to be maintained to a minimum, and no one dared to make any further moves.

Zoya calmed down, walked to the center of the hall, and said loudly.

"My lords! At this critical juncture, we must remain calm! My father has suddenly fallen ill, my elder brother... is suspected of a serious crime, and the affairs of the state are temporarily in turmoil. I, Zuoya, am willing to join forces with my third brother, the old prince, the Grand Preceptor, and General Liang to temporarily stabilize the situation."

"We await Father's awakening and the discovery of the truth! All of you, please remain in your positions, do not panic, and absolutely do not spread rumors. Those who violate this rule will be punished for disrupting the court!"

Her voice was clear, her demeanor composed, and she displayed a strong sense of responsibility.

Many officials looked at her, then compared her to the wailing and howling of the market vendors lying on the ground, and their hearts couldn't help but tip the scales a little more.

Just as the chaos inside the temple was being somewhat quelled, the limp bazaar suddenly stopped struggling and wailing.

His face was still wet with tears and snot, but his eyes had become strangely calm, even flashing with a hint of madness.

He shoved aside the guards holding him down and scrambled toward the spot where the king had just collapsed!

"Father! Father! You can't be hurt!"

He wailed, but his hand swiftly reached inside King Ardan's robes and pulled out a dark gold token, about half the size of a palm, engraved with a sand sparrow totem.

That's the military tally that can mobilize the royal palace's most elite "Black Guard"!

At the same time, with his other hand, he quickly scooped up the crown, which had rolled off the king's head and was inlaid with huge fire opals, and haphazardly put it on his own head!

"Hahaha!"

The market man, holding the military tally and the crown, stood up as if insane; the crooked crown on his head made him look both comical and terrifying.

"The military tally is here! The crown is here! I am the rightful heir! Hassan! Zoya! And you, you traitor Urk! You colluded with foreign enemies, murdered my father, and plotted to usurp the throne! Where are the Urk Guards?!"

Heavy, orderly footsteps echoed outside the hall, and a troop of fierce warriors, clad in full black armor and wearing dark gold masks, surged in like a tide. They were none other than the Royal Palace Black Guard, who obeyed only the holder of the military tally!

They were originally guarding the outer perimeter of the Prayer Hall, but upon hearing the summons from the military token and the unusual activity inside the hall, they immediately stormed in and scattered the guards who were originally under Urk's control!

"Kill them! Kill these traitors! Especially Hassan and Urk!"

The market, hiding behind the UAE guards, roared at the top of his lungs.

"Protect the Third Prince!"

Urke's pupils contracted, and he shouted sharply, brandishing his sword to meet the charging Ukrainian guards.

His guards reacted immediately and engaged the Ukrainian guards in battle!

The hall, which had just maintained a semblance of order, instantly transformed into a bloody battlefield!

The sounds of clashing swords, screams, and roars filled the air, and blood splattered, staining the polished ground and ornate pillars crimson.

"Protect the princess! Protect the delegation!"

Liang Yuying reacted extremely quickly, drawing her longsword to instantly deflect an arrow aimed at Zoya, and pulling Ye Bingli, who was closest to her, behind a huge gilded pillar.

"Bingli, hide!"

Xiao Xiuyuan moved with lightning speed, his longsword dancing like a curtain of light, protecting Gu Ziying as she retreated behind another pillar.

"Ying'er, squat down, don't look up!"

Princess Changning drew her soft whip, snapping it away with a "crack" from the knife of a Black Guard soldier who tried to approach. She then pulled the somewhat dazed Ruan Jingshang behind her.

"Ruan Jingshang, stay close to me! I'll show you what this princess is all about!"

Li Shuchen had already rushed to Zoya's side in a single stride. His tourmaline whip danced like a serpent, sweeping away the enemies in front of him. He then pulled Zoya and retreated to a place on the side of the main hall with heavy curtains and a decorative platform.

"Princess! This way! Up to higher ground!"

In the chaos, Prince Hassan was desperately protected by several of Urk's personal guards as he fought his way back, his face paler and his breathing rapid.

But his gaze remained calm, and a slender, almost decorative short sword had appeared in his hand, which he used to parry several attacks, clearly indicating that he was not entirely ignorant of martial arts.

Meanwhile, the market was heavily guarded by Uyghur guards, their faces growing increasingly crazed and smug.

"Hassan! My dear brother!"

The market vendor hid behind the human wall and laughed shrilly.

"Didn't expect that, did you? My father carries the military tally with him at all times! This throne is destined to be mine! You think you can take the throne by destroying me? Dream on! None of you will live today!"

Hassan leaned against a pillar, panting. He looked at Urk, who was fighting fiercely with the Ukrainian guards, and saw new wounds on his body. A flicker of pity crossed his eyes, but he looked at the market, his voice remaining steady.

“Brother, even if you obtain the military tally and the crown, how can you clear your name of the crimes of regicide and fratricide after killing me and Zoya? Can the U-Guard protect you for a while, or for a lifetime? Will the court officials and nobles submit to you? Will the Purple Star Dynasty acknowledge you? You are digging your own grave!”

"Shut up! History is written by the victors! Once I'm firmly on the throne, I'll write history myself!" Baza sneered. "Ugh Guards! Keep it up! Take Hassan first! A bounty of ten thousand taels!"