89: Spreading lies to confuse the people, frame the emperor, and alienate the ministers! His heart is worthy of death!

Above the Void Realm, that figure finally moved.

Yuan Tiangang slowly turned his head, his gaze as calm as an ancient well that had existed for ten thousand years, without a ripple.

He looked down at the faces on the Xuanwu Gate tower—some ferocious, some smug, some grief-stricken—as if watching a group of clowns.

He spoke, his voice not loud, yet like a divine oracle from the Nine Heavens, it clearly penetrated everyone's ears, making their Souls tremble.

"The root cause of the chaos in the Great Tang is not His Highness, the Crown Prince."

This single sentence froze the sinister smile on Li Shimin's lips.

Yuan Tiangang's gaze swept indifferently over Li Shimin, finally resting on the kneeling Officials of the aristocratic families.

"Firstly, it lies with Your Majesty."

Boom!

It was like a bolt from the blue, exploding in Li Shimin's mind.

The muscles on his face twitched wildly, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Yuan Tiangang, as if he wanted to flay him alive.

Yuan Tiangang acted as if he didn't see him, continuing to state his case in that emotionless tone.

"In the past, at Xuanwu Gate, Your Majesty murdered his brother and imprisoned his father, kin killing kin, losing all human decency. This was the beginning of the calamity, planting the hidden danger of sons imitating their fathers for the Great Tang."

Every word was like a red-hot branding iron, searing fiercely into Li Shimin's old wounds!

Xuanwu Gate!

It was Xuanwu Gate again!

He stood here, every brick and stone beneath his feet once soaked in the blood of his brothers!

This was his greatest achievement in life, and also his eternal nightmare!

Now, Yuan Tiangang was exposing it nakedly in front of the entire court and a hundred thousand troops!

"You… presumptuous!"

Li Shimin's teeth gnashed, his voice squeezed from deep within his throat.

Li Taixu and the Officials of the Five Surnames and Seven Clans, who were kneeling on the ground, were all stunned.

They had been waiting for Yuan Tiangang to condemn Li Chengqian to death, but how… how did this fire burn the Emperor instead?

But Yuan Tiangang was not finished.

His gaze turned to Li Taixu and his group.

"Secondly, it lies with you all."

"The so-called suffering of the common people is a bloody struggle initiated by the various Military Governors and the Five Surnames and Seven Clans for their own selfish interests, vying for power and profit. You treat the common people as sacrificial dogs, and the country as a chessboard, yet you push all the blame onto a Crown Prince far away in Yi Province?"

A hint of sarcasm finally entered Yuan Tiangang's voice.

"What a preposterous joke!"

As his voice fell.

Above Xuanwu Gate, there was dead silence.

One could hear a pin drop.

Even the wind seemed to be startled into stillness by these earth-shattering remarks.

Everyone was as if under a freezing spell, maintaining their previous posture, unable to move.

Li Taixu's tear-streaked face was now twisted beyond recognition, half in shock, half in shame and indignation.

He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out, as if someone had strangled him.

The faces of the clan heads of the Qinghe Cui Clan and Fanyang Lu Clan instantly drained of all color, turning a deathly pale.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief and extreme panic.

This was not how the script was written!

They had painstakingly conspired, united the court, forced the Emperor's hand, and pushed Li Chengqian to a dead end, seemingly on the verge of success, but this Yuan Tiangang… how dare he?!

How dare he speak this "truth" that everyone knew but no one dared to mention?!

Distorting right and wrong, calling a stag a horse, these were tricks that these aristocratic families had played to death.

They could package a naked political struggle as "pleading for the people"; they could whitewash the framing of the Crown Prince as "supporting the nation."

But now, Yuan Tiangang, with a few words, tore their hypocritical masks to shreds, exposing their dirty insides, bloody and raw, in broad daylight!

At this moment, they were no longer loyal Officials pleading for the people, but sinners causing chaos in the world!

The first to react was Li Shimin.

That twisted face had now turned a furious, ashen blue.

"Demon Daoist!"

He roared, pointing at Yuan Tiangang in the Void Realm, his whole body trembling.

"Spreading heresy, framing the monarch, alienating court Officials! His heart deserves to be punished!"

Behind him, Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui's expressions were extremely grave at this moment.

They exchanged a quick glance, both seeing deep worry in each other's eyes.

Things had completely spiraled out of control.

And Wei Zheng, the muscles on his rigid face were taut, his eyelids lowered, no one could see his expression at this moment, but his slightly trembling beard revealed his extreme disquiet.

"Your Majesty!"

A shrill scream cut through the dead silence.

Li Taixu suddenly sprang up from the ground, like a mad tiger, pointing at Yuan Tiangang and cursing, "You demon Daoist! You must have taken bribes from that rebellious son! How dare you spout nonsense here, slandering Your Majesty and framing us loyal subjects!"

"Exactly! He's in league with that rebellious son!"

"Please, Your Majesty, immediately execute this demon Daoist to set things right!"

The Officials of the Five Surnames and Seven Clans also woke up as if from a dream, jumping up one after another, each filled with righteous indignation, as if they had suffered an immense grievance.

They transformed all their fear and anger into the most vicious attacks, aimed at the figure floating in the Void Realm.

In an instant, Yuan Tiangang, who had spoken out of righteousness, became the target of universal condemnation!

Above the city tower, Killing Intent surged.

That fierce Killing Intent, which had originally been directed at Li Chengqian, now shifted direction, converging entirely on Yuan Tiangang.

However, no matter how they roared or cursed, Yuan Tiangang's expression remained unchanged.

He merely watched this group of exasperated people calmly, with a hint of pity in his eyes, as if watching a group of ants dancing wildly in the apocalypse.

His silence was more powerful than any words, causing the shouting Officials' voices to gradually die down.

Because they realized that their rage could not touch that transcendent existence at all.

Li Chengqian stood there the whole time, like a silent statue.

From beginning to end, he had not said a word, nor had his expression changed much.

Only when Yuan Tiangang uttered the words "murdered his brother and imprisoned his father," did his perpetually lowered eyelids lift slightly, and a flash of Killing Intent flickered deep within his pupils.