1RomanceEB Chapter 510 - 505: Surrender and Be Captured, I’ll Leave You a Corpse
Chapter 510 - 505: Surrender and Be Captured, I’ll Leave You a Corpse
The vermilion paint peeled off, the golden tiles covered in dust, the entire Imperial Palace lay prostrate like a dying beast in the blood-red sunset.
Ying Zhi lacked patience and couldn’t stand seeing Emperor Qian at a critical moment, his hands shaking yet maintaining composure on the surface, how could his twisted heart be satisfied?
He was willing to kill his own son, let alone this old fool?
The people of the Ying Family were cold and indifferent, nothing good. Rather than saying he resembled Emperor Qian, it would be better to say he resembled the late Emperor.
He was harsher to himself than to outsiders.
Outside the hall, the sounds of killing were deafening, the clash of blades and swords unceasing.
Ying Zhi’s long sword was pressed against Emperor Qian’s throat.
Just as Emperor Qian had said, if he failed, then this old fool Emperor Qian should go before him.
Ying Zhi exerted force.
A bloodstain appeared on Emperor Qian’s neck.
He originally intended to buy time, but Ying Zhi clearly planned to kill him. Without hesitation, Emperor Qian withdrew a dagger, its cold light flashing.
"Puff."
The dagger plunged into Ying Zhi’s abdomen.
But Emperor Qian’s body was weak and aged; although his movements were swift, they were also slow.
Ying Zhi sensed something amiss and dodged quickly, the wound was not deep, and a fierce light surged in his eyes as he reversed the dagger and stabbed Emperor Qian’s heart three times.
Blood sprayed, winding like a crimson snake.
"You—"
Emperor Qian’s pupils contracted sharply.
He finally panicked.
With a creak, someone pushed the door open and entered.
In came Zhu Wei, who had been utterly loyal to Emperor Qian during the day.
"Zhu..."
Emperor Qian hastily requested help.
Zhu Wei didn’t even glance at Emperor Qian, respectfully saluting Ying Zhi.
"Second Prince."
"Have they been found?"
"There’s no sign of Bao Pu in the hall where he was held. Presumably, he fled in the chaos of the palace."
Fled?
Most likely dead.
Ying Zhi looked down at the continuous stream of blood on Emperor Qian’s chest: "What a pity."
The reputation for usurping the throne was disagreeable; he had intended to have that Daoist, who understood heavenly secrets, assist him in spreading the message externally that the frequent natural disasters and wars were all due to Emperor Qian’s lack of virtue. He was the true Emperor of the Purple Star and should ascend the throne to save the people from the turmoil and restore peace to the world.
Emperor Qian looked intensely at Zhu Wei.
Speaking with difficulty.
Yet filled with anger.
"I! Trusted you so much!"
Zhu Wei, however, found it laughable: "Yang Changzheng served the Holy Emperor loyally without any ulterior motives. But he died, and the Yang Family was wiped out by your orders."
He spoke coldly: "This is what it means to be trusted by the Holy Emperor."
He knew what kind of person Yang Changzheng was.
Impossible to betray.
As for the witchcraft, Zhu Wei believed it was Ying Yin’s framing!
Outside the hall, more than thirty Black Shadows were engaged in fierce combat.
The darkening sky made it difficult to see clearly. Bolts of lightning streaked across the sky.
Sword energy raged, palm winds howled, and the two factions were in a deadly battle aiming for each other’s vital points.
Yes, Wei Zhao and Xiao Huaian were mixed in there. Their figures ghostly, moving agilely in the gaps of the chaotic fight.
They didn’t attack just anyone.
Taking advantage of the dark, it was often hard to distinguish people, they sometimes pretended to be Black Shadows of Ying Zhi’s faction, sending those from Emperor Qian’s side who couldn’t sustain and struggled to an end they couldn’t face.
Wei Zhao often supported Black Shadows of Emperor Qian’s faction who were being beaten, to prevent them from falling.
Black Shadow: "Thank you."
Thank for what.
He supported you to kill you, though.
The opportunistic Wei Zhao smiled, twisting his wrist, very politely: "Go to hell."
Who knows how much time had passed, the thunder at the edge of the sky grew increasingly fierce, and a strong wind rose like a demon.
"Second Prince!"
Finally, the commotion settled into silence.
Loyal comrades, bloodied, rushed into the hall with half a severed finger hanging from the armor. Kneeling heavily to the ground, the iron armor made a dull clank. Their eyes glittered with fervent light.
"It’s done!"
Zhu Wei rejoiced, falling to his knees: "Please let the new Emperor ascend the throne immediately."
Ying Zhi wiped the bloodstains from his hands, just beginning to smile.
"Boom!"
The hall doors were kicked open with great force, and Ying Yin entered with a blood-stained long sword in hand, followed by a pressing wave of private guards holding torches like an incoming tide.
"Kill!"
"In the name of Heaven, quelling the rebels, punishing the traitors, righting the imperial court!"
Thundering.
Fierce and imposing.
Ying Yin looked at Emperor Qian fallen in the pool of blood, then turned to the suddenly pale-faced Ying Zhi.
He twitched his lips, casually laying down the accusations as the victor: "Your men won’t last long."
He spoke coldly.
"Surrender now! You might keep your corpse intact!"
This aura.
Indeed.
Outside, the outcome was already decided. Ying Zhi’s soldiers were exhausted, one after another being cut down under the sword.
Ying Zhi gnashed his teeth, looking at this person who shouldn’t have been in the Imperial Palace: "Ying Yin!"
Several of the loyal followers felt their hands and legs weaken at the sight.
When the slaughter outside ended and Ying Fuyan was helped inside, both sides were in a stalemate. Ying Zhi’s loyalists retreated continuously, wielding knives towards Ying Yin and his men, making a last desperate struggle.
Among them, the Black Shadow wore identical clothing, standing scattered.
There were not many people.
After all, most were dead.
Ying Fuyan looked over.
One, two, three... five.
The fifth seemed tired, slumping in the farthest corner, inconspicuous, with drooping eyes.
Ying Fuyan: ...
He was quite pleased with himself.
"Second Prince."
Thinking of the large sum of money he had extorted from Ying Yin not long ago, he decided to guard his last post well, smiling: "With our Fifth Prince here, can you really sit securely on the throne?"
Even though Ying Yin couldn’t sit securely either.
Ying Yin ordered: "Regicide and treason, the crime is unforgivable! All soldiers heed the command, strike without mercy."
"Yes!"
As soon as the words fell.
His soldiers swarmed towards Ying Zhi and his men. Quite a few entered from outside the hall, attempting to slaughter this group of traitors.
"Old Five."
Blood gushed from between his fingers, Emperor Qian curled up on the couch, a hoarse breath from his throat, and Ying Yin’s silhouette reflected in his dilated pupils.
He raised his blood-stained hand, trembling.
"Save..."
Ying Yin was in high spirits as he walked to the emperor’s couch.
"Father Emperor has lost so much blood."
He looked down from above.
"Why are you still not dead!"
"If you don’t die, how can I ascend the throne legitimately?"
As he spoke, he was about to deliver a few more strikes to Emperor Qian.
But his hand was seized by someone.
Wei Zhao captured him with one hand. He seemed not to exert any force, yet the sound of bones breaking was heard.
The spare hand removed the Black Shadow clothing stripped from a corpse, revealing the armor underneath.
Ying Yin broke out in cold sweat from the pain, yet upon seeing who it was, his eyes were filled with terror.
"You—"
Wei Zhao politely said: "Leave it to me."
At the same time, half of the private soldiers fighting side by side inside and outside the hall suddenly raised their arms.
From their sleeves, crossbows, throwing knives, and poison needles rained down like a storm.
Being too close, the soldiers beside them, unprepared, were unable to even be shocked before blood spurted from their throats, collapsing to the ground, breathless.
Those were hidden weapons unique to the Wei Family Army.
Among these people were soldiers from the Wei Family Army, the Xiao Family troops, and forces cultivated by Ying Fuyan.
The situation suddenly reversed.
Ying Yin was drenched in cold sweat.
When did these people silently infiltrate?
He suddenly looked towards Elder Cao and Ying Fuyan.
Ying Fuyan was very weak but laughed heartily: "Fool, you’ve been played!"
Elder Cao: ...
Can’t blame him, it was all Ying Fuyan who stealthily set everything up step by step.
Wei Zhao calmly tossed Ying Yin to Xiao Huaian for execution.
Xiao Huaian: ... Kill Ying Zhi and now to kill Ying Yin as well.
You simply can’t kill them all.
Wei Zhao received the Cloud-breaking Spear, the sharp tip tracing over the terrified Emperor Qian, leaving streaks of blood.
Ying Fuyan coldly watched the dying Emperor Qian.
Emperor Qian, his vision blurred, was already near death, fixated on Ying Fuyan.
"You."
For unknown reasons, he never realized before, but now felt this person seemed familiar.
Ying Fuyan decided to let him die with clarity.
"King Yan was upright and upstanding, what rebellion? The false charges were just to utterly exterminate the Prince Yan Mansion. The Princess Consort Yan died in childbirth, and the newborn child, fed with blood, did not survive half a month."
"Have you forgotten the hundreds of lives of King Yan?"
Emperor Qian’s thin body began to tremble: "You... who are you?"
Ying Fuyan, with each word filled with hatred and biting sarcasm: "Uncle, the great forgetful man."
Emperor Qian’s pupils violently trembled, a mouthful of blood spewing out.
With Ying Fuyan uttering the last word, the Cloud-breaking Spear, which had pierced the throats of countless foreign enemies and was a gift from his uncle,
heavily pierced the emperor’s brow. He twisted the spear shaft, the spear tip grinding against the skull with a cracking sound.
Thick brain matter dripped down, merging with the bright red blood on the couch.
Emperor Qian’s eyes bulged, his body went limp, completely devoid of life.