It was under such circumstances that a group of defeated generals who had been ignored earlier quietly appeared.

They were pushed out and regarded as the silent resistance of the courtiers, but unexpectedly some of them took off their disguises and exposed their fangs and blades.

That was Yuan Hui, the first to open the chessboard and the first to be considered out of the game.

He took action, or rather his remnants took action.

This was an assassination that was watched in silence. There was nothing commendable about the process. Even the waiter at Huangmen could clearly see the dark and shiny armor on those people and the heavy crossbows on their backs. The steps were neat and sonorous.

ring.

And the leader of the group, Wu Yunling, the commander-in-chief of the former Kiji Division who had long since disappeared during the liquidation.

Blood soaked the palace again.

The new emperor, who had not entered the palace for half a year, finally fell into this palace where he was worried and hesitant.

Full of ambitions to clean up the court and revitalize the world, he fell to the ground with complicated and incomprehensible eyes and made no sound.

Wu Yunling was silent, holding the long sword. He knew that since he entered the palace, there was absolutely no chance of returning.

Even if His Highness the Third is reborn, he cannot save himself.

But he was still unwilling to give in, or he was foolishly loyal. When he saw the death of the Third Highness with his own eyes, and all the relatives and attendants in the house were spared because he had returned from an outing, something settled in his heart.

"Your Highness, you shouldn't."

The burly general had a dull expression on his face and murmured softly.

Was it the work of the prince? Wu Yunling didn't know, but his subordinates all said so, the court officials also said so, and the left prime minister did not deny it.

But...that's all.

Wu Yunling closed his eyes and listened to the sudden shouts of killing in his ears. The guards who were hiding somewhere seemed to appear out of thin air, rushing in at the right time when everything was clear.

Most of the people who came with him were the dead soldiers of His Highness Three Highnesses. Facing the hail of bullets and arrows, these people rushed to kill without thinking about their own safety, and fell one after another.

In the palace, he stood alone, without looking back, only looking at the main hall. The palace that used to be magnificent was actually particularly cold at the moment.

Poof!

Holding the sword and wiping it down, he lay down next to the opponent, just like he saw Master Yang and His Highness the Third Prince when they pushed the door in.

"In October of the second year of Zhanghe, the emperor died."

The assassin was executed, and the courtiers mourned.

I cried for two days, but everything remained the same.

Then there was chaos for some unknown reason, with the left and right phases one dead and the other escaping. This chaotic court struggle finally came to an end with the arrival of an even more terrifying chaos.

So six ministers came forward, and a ‘prince’ was found from nowhere.

Within half a year, the two emperors died suddenly and suddenly, causing the entire beam to teeter on the cliff, under the concerted efforts from top to bottom to push it.

Falling silently.

"King Qin!"

"Kill the traitors!"

"Do justice for heaven!"

The turmoil in various places, without any whitewashing, the Jiedushi who had saved up for several months can be said to have shown their full strength. In just more than ten days, more than a hundred fights and annexations were launched in the north and south of the Yangtze River.

Another month, some thieves took the opportunity to bribe the city guards, opened the city gate, and invaded.

A year later, Jianye fell again.

However, this time there was no one who could turn the tide - Song Yiyun, who once pacified Jiangnan and regained Jianye, was busy occupying the seven southwest states, and fought with the imperial army to seize many passes and prefectures.

Fires were burning in the city, black smoke was billowing, and wailing could not be heard. The thieves did not recognize the powerful, did not serve the officials, and were not afraid of humanity. They brandished butcher knives wantonly, burned, killed and looted.

On the day the city was broken, just one month after he ascended the throne, the ignorant child emperor was pulled off the throne and beheaded along with six ministers.

Three days later, most of this once prosperous and prosperous capital city of Daliang was reduced to scorched earth and ruins.

Corpses piled up like mountains, and the river was once blocked.

In mid-November of the second year of Zhanghe.
Chapter completed!