"Yuzhu, you dare to confuse the public with your monstrous words. You should be executed for the crime!" Lao Jiu reacted very quickly. Taking advantage of Liang Jiugong's recitation, he was the first to stand up and attack.

"This is absolutely ridiculous. For thousands of years, how can there be any reason to restore the deposed prince?" Beizi Sunu shouted at Yuzhu, trying to scare him away on the spot.

For a time, countless Manchu nobles shouted and killed Yuzhu with great force!

Yuzhu deliberately did not refute immediately, but waited for them to perform to their heart's content.

Hey, the better they perform, the more Kang Mazi will be jealous of them!

It’s a pity that so many powerful Manchu nobles don’t understand such a simple truth!

Yuzhu had been waiting for Kangxi's allies to come to help. Unfortunately, even Norob did not dare to step forward and say a word to help Yuzhu.

Norobu, whose surname is Aisinjueluo, has a yellow belt in the clan, and is the third son of the iron-hatted Shuncheng County Prince Luck Dehun.

Kangxi had always had great trust in Norob, but unfortunately, at such a critical moment, Norob lost his trust.

The butt determines the head!

Kangxi trusted Norobu again, and Norobu must stand on the side of the Manchu nobles on the matter of restoring the collective governance of the Eight Banners.

Yuzhu shook his head secretly and sighed. Norobu's ancestor Daishan, at the critical moment, lacked a finishing touch and gave up the supreme throne to Huang Taiji.

Alas, is the lack of decisiveness a hereditary disease of the Daishan clan?

Just when Yuzhu was being besieged by a group of people, someone seized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and took the initiative to stand up.

The man said loudly: "Back to the emperor, what Yuzhu said is true, and I second my opinion."

Oh wow, what a big dog, who is this person?
Chapter completed!