New Song: I Gave Zhao Xu a Winter Robe, Bright Yellow

“Ye Wuyang, are you asking me to rebel?” Zhao Xu, the Prince of Zhennan, looked at his son-in-law, sword in hand.

“Your Majesty is of the imperial bloodline. Why shouldn't you take the throne?” As someone who had transmigrated, Ye Wuyang had no qualms about it.

Besides, Zhao Xu should have been Emperor Shenzong of Song in the first place. It was only in this parallel world that he'd become the Prince of Zhennan. Ye Wuyang was simply setting things right.

“But...” Zhao Xu was still hesitant. After all, with Ye Wuyang's advice, his fiefdom had already grown powerful enough to contend for the empire.

“Your Majesty, there's no need to worry. It's getting cold! Put on another layer!” Ye Wuyang said, pulling out a bright yellow robe.