"The news just came from Yanyun Holy Court that Elder Yunshan and the others can't come..."
Lin Shang frowned and replied to Yun Xian with a complicated expression.
When the Northern Border Army first started to attack the city, Lin Shang went to Yanyun Holy Monastery.
Originally, he was going to urge the elders of Yanyun Holy Academy to come over and help.
But I never thought that even Elder Yunshan, who had been supporting Yun Xian before, suddenly changed his mind and refused to help anymore...
"What did you say?"
When Yun Xian heard this, his face changed drastically, "Why? Why did the elders go back on their word?"
The elders of Yanyun had not arrived before. Although Yun Xian was anxious, he at least still held a glimmer of hope in his heart.
However, Lin Shang's answer just now made him completely despair.
"This is what the great emperors mean..."
Lin Shang lowered his head and replied with a dark face.
"Are you all too determined to side with Yunshu?"
Hearing Lin Shang's words, Yun Xian couldn't help clenching his fists, and anger suddenly surged into his heart.
Yanyun Holy Court is backed by the royal family of Yanyun Kingdom, and it is impossible for the elders of Yanyun Holy Court to disobey the wishes of the royal family of Yanyun Kingdom.
At first, the elders of the Yanyun Kingdom royal family did not express their opinions.
These elders of Yanyun Holy Court can also help Yun Xian in their own name.
But now, all the emperors have made their attitudes clear.
If these elders of Yanyun Holy Academy help Yun Xian again, they are going against all the Supreme Emperors.
In the final analysis, it is still these supreme emperors who truly control the Yanyun Kingdom.
The king of Yanyun Kingdom seems to be the king of a country, but the power in his hands is only granted by these supreme emperors.
If the dean of the Flame Cloud Saints still wants to live in the Yanyun Kingdom, he cannot disobey the wishes of the royal families of the Yanyun Kingdom.
Yun Xian didn't know that the sudden statements of the Supreme Elders were all because of Du Zhi.
Du Zhi was originally from Qianyu and had been to Yanyun Country when he was young.
He had known several emperors from the Yanyun Kingdom's royal family decades ago.
When he was young, Du Zhi was known as the first genius in the history of Qianyu.
At the age of thirty, he entered the realm of gods and humans.
At that time, he was the youngest warrior in the Heavenly Realm in the history of the Qian Domain.
It is impossible for these overlords of the Yanyun Kingdom's royal family not to give Du Zhi face.
What's more, Du Zhi is still standing in the Holy Land of Huangji behind him.
For these emperors of the Yanyun Kingdom's royal family, it doesn't matter whether the next king is Yun Xian or Yun Shu.
As long as he is still a member of their Yun clan.
Why should they offend Du Zhi and the Holy Land of the Holy Land because of such a thing?
Wouldn't it be better to sell a favor to Du Zhi?
At this moment, Yun Xian was undoubtedly completely desperate.
In order to win the position of crown prince, he had been operating in the imperial city for many years and devoted countless efforts.
In the end, it was not as good as the attitude of the overlords of the Yanyun Kingdom royal family...
"Your Highness, Second Prince, look over there!"
At this time, Lin Shang suddenly raised his hand and pointed into the distance, exclaiming with excitement.
Yun Xian heard the sound and looked dully in the direction of Lin Shang's finger.
Only then did he notice that a large army appeared on both sides of the Northern Border Army that was attacking the city.
In front of the two armies, a battle flag stood.
On the battle flag, the characters "Wu" and "Mu" are clearly written.
"The reinforcements from Prince Wu's Palace and Prince Mu's Palace have arrived!"
Lin Shang looked excited, as if he had seen the dawn of hope.
"Okay! Great!"
Yun Xian, who was already in despair, saw the troops of Prince Mu and Prince Wu arriving, his eyes flashed with surprise, "There is no perfect path! Haha..."
A few days ago, Yun Xian sent two teams to Qingzhou and Bingzhou to borrow troops from Prince Mu's Mansion and Prince Wu's Mansion.
However, these days have passed, and the people he sent still have not returned, and no news has been sent back.
He also thought that King Mu and King Wu were unwilling to send troops to help.
It turns out that’s not the case!
Prince Mu's Mansion and Prince Wu's Mansion each had 100,000 troops.
Even if the two armies arrived, it was still not enough to resolve the crisis in the imperial city and allow him to completely defeat Yun Shu.
But it is definitely enough to delay the Northern Army's attack on the imperial city.
If nothing else, it would at least revive the morale of the Imperial City defenders.
At the same time, it also gave Penngling more time.
As long as Penngling can kill Ling Tian before the imperial city is destroyed, everything will turn around.
"The traitor Yun is now holding his own troops, holding the king hostage, and intends to usurp the throne! The generals of Prince Mu's Mansion will obey the order and help the Northern Army to break the city and King Qin!"
Yun Xian was still secretly happy in his heart when a resounding voice came from the army of Prince Mu's Mansion.
"What?"
Yun Xian heard the sound and looked startled.
At this moment, he seemed to doubt his ears.
Aren’t the troops from Prince Mu’s palace here to help him?
Are you still going to help the Northern Border Army break the city?
"The traitor Yun is now holding his own troops, holding the king hostage, and intends to usurp the throne! The generals of the Wu Prince's Mansion will obey the order and help the northern border army to break the city!"
Before Yun Xian could react, a similar voice came from the army of Prince Wu's Mansion.
Immediately afterwards, the two armies rushed out from the flanks at the same time, swarming towards the imperial city like a tide.
"They...they...actually..."
The hope that had just been ignited in Yun Xian's heart was shattered once again.
Even more desperate than before...
The battle for the imperial city was, in the final analysis, nothing more than a battle for reserve positions.
King Wu and King Mu are both kings of Yanyun Kingdom with different surnames, so they can see some things clearly.
The battle for reserve positions is related to their own interests. Of course, they will help the strong rather than the weak.
Cloud appears, the situation is over!
They had no reason to resist the Northern Army for Yun Xian.
He led his troops here just to show his attitude.
In order to avoid being liquidated by Yun Shu later.
Of course, Mu Feng, the eldest son of the Mu Palace, played a key role in this matter.
Mu Feng was too lazy to meddle in such noisy matters, but because Zhao Xun came to visit, he also learned some things from Zhao Xun.
He is not very interested in helping Yunshu.
He was obliged to help Ling Tian.
After all, deep down in his heart, he still considered himself a disciple of the Sword God Sect.
Ling Tian is not only the sword master of the Sword God Sect, but also his junior fellow disciple.
He had no reason not to help Ling Tian.
Therefore, he convinced King Mu immediately.
After that, he also contacted King Wu through King Mu and reached an agreement with King Wu.
That's what happened today!
"That's it!"
Knowing that his fate was over, Yun Xian sighed helplessly and sat down on the ground.
The Northern Border Army, Prince Wu's Army, and Prince Mu's Army attacked the city one after another.
The imperial city defenders who finally resisted all chose to surrender in Kaicheng.
More than a dozen Northern Army sergeants rushed to the top of the city and surrounded Yun Xian.
In the end, only Lin Shang stood in front of him with his sword drawn.
"Lin Shang, forget it, put the sword down."
Yun Xian sat on the ground, his expression full of sadness and loneliness.
At this point, any resistance is in vain.
In this battle, he was completely defeated.
"Your Highness..."
Lin Shang held the sword in his hand and frowned.
Seeing that Yun Xian had no fighting spirit, he could only sigh.
After he put down the sword in his hand, several Northern Army sergeants swarmed over and tied them up immediately.
