Song Jinglan squinted slightly, “Even Prince Yong knows how to take advantage of one’s weakness to kill…”

He paused, placing his fingers together at the end of his eyes and smiled, “Besides, it’s not his life that I want.

Emperor Lin woke up three days later. Unfortunately, it was all he could do to remain conscious, let alone get up from bed.

The imperial doctor was right— the Cold Poison accumulated over the years had invaded his internal organs, which was exchanged with the impressive vitality he had over the years. Up till now, there was no cure known to be effective against it. After taking some medicine that the imperial doctor prescribed, Emperor Lin vomited a lot. Even though the palace was burning with a strong stove and the servants who cared for him were sweating profusely from the heat, he still cried out for being cold.

Preparations for the national funeral have well been underway in the palace.

Lin Qing didn’t have the time to care about his Father Emperor’s illness, nor did he have the leisure to feel saddened by it. The spies planted in the Song Empire wrote again, stating that the Prince of the Yong Kingdom had already met Emperor Song. Although the spy didn’t know what the two had agreed on, the Prince seemed to be happy on his return. The Mighty General had also entered the palace, so it could be said that something was about to happen.

The Great Lin Empire’s envoys were still rushing to Lincheng, the capital of the Song Empire. According to this situation, the Song and the Yong army would join forces to suppress the border before the envoys from the Great Lin Empire would arrive.

The Great Lin Empire was momentarily in a state of panic and Xi Xingjiang, who was performing military affairs abroad, also received an order to rush back to the capital. He then led 30,000 soldiers and horses to the frontier to wait for further orders.

While the Yong Kingdom was waiting for the reply regarding the alliance whereas the Great Lin Empire was ushering the full force of their military power, Song Jinglan personally led 100,000 soldiers and horses to march to the junction of the River Huai between the Song and Great Lin Empires.

Prince Yong, who was still at the embassy waiting for Emperor Song’s reply, was stunned when he heard the news.

I’m still waiting here, and you’ve set off already? So does that mean that we’re forming an alliance or not?

Song Jinglan personally headed out whilst the Empire was temporarily supervised by his Imperial Uncle, Rong Yan. The Prince of the Yong Kingdom didn’t wait for the officials of the Honglu Temple to pass the news as he directly led his men towards the Imperial Uncle’s Residence to ask for an explanation.

As soon as Rong Yan came out of the palace, he saw the enraged Prince Yong when he got off the carriage.

The Rong family had good genes all along and the bloodline was full of beauties. Although Rong Yan was past adult age, he couldn’t hide his flirtatious attitude. He had a pair of beautiful fox eyes that looked a little frivolous when he was gazing at others. Besides, when he squinted and smiled, he seemed to be hiding a myriad of evil thoughts.

He was not annoyed when the impolite Prince Yong blocked him as he just asked with a graceful smile, “Third Prince, what made you so angry?”

The Prince of the Yong Kingdom was furious, “You still have the nerve to ask me that? What does your Emperor mean?”

Rong Yan was very sincere, “You have also seen it, haven’t you? Whatever the situation has become, it is what it is. Hence, I believe you can figure it out for yourself, Third Prince.”

Prince Yong, “???”