Chapter 206 Crushed Imperial Power

Chapter 206 Crushed Imperial Power

The tragic state of Zhao Biao, the commander of the Imperial Guards, did not stop the maddened warhorses from galloping.

On the contrary, the smell of blood seemed to further stimulate their wildness.

"Da da da—"

Several of the largest and most spirited horses from the Western Regions, as if they had conspired beforehand, began to stride up the white marble imperial steps, symbolizing supreme imperial power, one step at a time—

I stepped on it!

"How dare you! That's the Imperial Rank! How dare this beast ascend to the Imperial Rank!"

Several old ministers stared in disbelief, their beards trembling.

Since ancient times, only the emperor has been allowed to walk on the central imperial road.

Now these beasts have not only left, but they have also trampled the muddy ground, which is simply trampling and crushing the ancestral system of Dasheng under their feet!

However, the warhorse could not understand human speech, let alone any ancestral rules.

They rushed up the high platform, heading straight for the glittering golden dragon throne.

The young emperor Zhao Yuan, hiding behind the dragon throne, was now terrified and his face turned ashen.

As he watched the enormous, steaming horse heads approach, and their large, bell-like eyes stare at him, the "imperial majesty" he held onto snapped instantly.

"No...don't come any closer!"

"I am the emperor! I am the Son of Heaven! You cannot... Ah!"

A chestnut horse seemed very interested in the gold lacquer on the dragon throne, sticking out its tongue to lick it. The rough coating of its tongue scraped against the armrest, making a "rustling" sound.

Zhao Yuan screamed in pain, thinking the horse was going to eat him.

He no longer cared about the dignity of being the emperor, and rolled off the large dragon throne using both hands and feet.

"Thump."

Clad in his dragon robe, he fell to the ground in a disheveled state, scrambling and crawling under the table in front of the dragon throne.

He clutched his head, his buttocks sticking out, trembling like a leaf.

"Don't eat me! Waaaaah... Don't eat me! I don't taste good!"

On the high platform, the dragon throne hangs suspended in mid-air, and the emperor hides.

Only a bunch of fearless beasts remained, circling the throne that symbolized power.

Just then, the chestnut horse that had just licked the gold paint seemed to find the taste off and snorted in dissatisfaction.

It turned around and positioned its rear end directly in front of the dragon throne on the carpet embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon.

Its tail twitched.

"Pfft—"

A steaming, substantial lump of horse manure landed precisely on the swaggering golden dragon head in full view of everyone.

Immediately afterwards, a suffocating stench quickly spread across the high platform.

This poop not only dirtied the carpet.

It completely destroyed the imperial authority and dignity that had sustained this prosperous dynasty for a century.

The civil and military officials below watched this scene with dazed expressions, feeling as if the sky was about to collapse.

Although the warhorses around them were wild and acted recklessly in front of the dragon throne, they would immediately slow down and restrain their ferocity as soon as they got close to Pei Yunjing and Tang Li.

Not a single horse hoof dared to kick them.

Not a single speck of dust dared to land on them.

When the horses passed by them, they would even lower their heads and gently rub their noses against Tang Li's skirt, or obediently circle in front of Pei Yun Jing, like guards being inspected.

Pei Yunjing remained languidly leaning back in his chair, holding the unfinished glass of wine in his hand.

He glanced at the trembling, bright yellow figure under the table next to him, then at the steaming pile of horse manure, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk."

He shook his head, his voice not loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the deathly silent hall:

"It seems even animals know this."

"The one sitting on this dragon throne..."

Pei Yunjing took a sip of wine, his eyes looking down at her, and coldly uttered the second half of his sentence:

"He's a piece of trash."

Tang Li nestled in his arms, looking at the ring of warhorses protecting them like an impregnable fortress, then at the disheveled little emperor, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Your Highness."

She reached out and poked Pei Yunjing's chest with her finger:

"That's character."

"Even a horse knows who the real master is and who is just... a figurehead who occupies the toilet without doing anything."

Pei Yunjing chuckled softly upon hearing this. He took her hand and kissed it.

"My beloved concubine is right."

"Since this dragon throne is already dirty..."

His gaze swept over the empty throne, a cold glint of intent flashing in his eyes to depose it:

"Then there's no need for the people up there to sit down anymore."