Wu Chuan slapped Jiang Chuan on the head: "You idiot, the eldest prince was deposed from his position as crown prince, and he was unwilling to accept it, so he forced the emperor to abdicate in his favor. It was only natural that the second prince led troops into the palace."

Jiang Chuan finally understood: "The Second Prince is quite cunning."

Lu Xiaoyun walked to the gate of the mansion, took the cane from Jiang Chuan, and limped out of the gate.

Zhu Yu said to Yu, "Let's go!"

As Zhu Yu walked, he tore off the silk skirt covering his head, revealing a narrow-sleeved purple dress underneath. He then threw away the hairpin in his hair, tied up his long, dark hair with a ribbon, and immediately exuded a heroic and dashing aura.

Qi Yu stared at him, and to be honest, the young lady looked quite good dressed like that.

In a courtyard some distance away from the main gate of Prince An's mansion, two people were staring intently at the gate.

Just as they were feeling bored, the gates of Prince An's mansion slowly opened.

The two men tensed up, their sharp, eagle-like eyes fixed intently on every move.

Then they saw Prince An, supported by his attendant Jiang Chuan, leave the house, leaning on a cane.

"Where is Lu Yuyan? Bring him out here! I want him to give me the truth: will my leg ever heal? Will it ever heal? I am the mighty Prince An of the Great Zhou, the invincible war god who strikes fear into the hearts of the Northern Qi. How come my leg has been lame for two months and it still hasn't gotten better!"

Jiang Chuan, sweat beading on his forehead, cautiously said, "Your Highness, Mr. Lu said you should rest quietly in the manor. If you go out every day with your cane, your leg will heal even more slowly."

"Hmph, you're blaming me? It's his poor medical skills. He was hit by a falling beam, so how come he's been limping for months?"

The subordinates at the gate of the mansion all lowered their heads, not daring to utter a sound.

The two people keeping watch had a gloating look on their faces. His Highness Prince An's temper had been really bad lately, and he would lose his temper at the drop of a hat.

His leg is seriously injured, yet he doesn't know how to rest properly at home. He limps around every day with his useless leg. Even if Hua Tuo were alive today, he couldn't cure such a disobedient patient.

The two continued to stare.

His Highness Prince An threw down his cane and limped toward the carriage.

"Your Highness, please be careful." Jiang Chuan had no choice but to help the ill-tempered Prince An into the carriage.

Jiang Chuan seemed to have angered Prince An. Prince An flung his sleeves, ignored the little attendant, and went inside by himself.

Jiang Chuan glanced dejectedly at Feng Yan, who stood there like a wooden stake.

With a helpless sigh, he said, "Alas, Your Highness's leg is already like this, how can you still think about going out every day? Mr. Lu has repeatedly told Your Highness that your leg needs to be properly rested, otherwise it will take a year or two to recover."

Feng Yan glanced at Jiang Chuan and said coldly, "Why are you asking so many questions about the master's affairs?"

The carriage rumbled away.

One of the two men, who had been keeping a close eye on the area, straightened up, closed the slightly ajar door, and turned to the other, saying, "Go quickly and tell His Highness that Prince An has left the residence."

The other person sneered, "So what if he left the manor? He's always limping around, isn't he?"

The first person to speak shoved the other man: "Today is different, don't you know? Hurry up and go!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go and talk to them, alright?"

The man cursed and swore, but he still obeyed and went to the Second Prince's residence.

He met with one of the advisors in the mansion and told him everything he had seen.

Although the advisor had heard these words over the past few days, he dared not let his guard down. He waved his hand and said, "Keep a close eye on the Prince An's residence and see if any other people come out."

The man responded yes and continued towards the Prince An's residence.

As the advisor walked out, he was lost in thought, feeling that something was off about the whole thing. He was uneasy and wanted to tell the Second Prince about it as soon as possible.

It's not like His Highness Prince An is the kind of person who can't stay at home, so why has he become so self-destructive ever since Miss Lu broke his leg again at the restaurant entrance?

Is Prince An really that kind of person?

How could such an impatient and restless person hold the position of commander-in-chief of the Northern Army for five years and force the Northern Qi to surrender and pay tribute?

After the carriage had traveled some distance, Feng Yan whispered beside it, "Master, the Second Prince's spies have left."

Lu Xiaoyun responded softly.

The carriage stopped in an alley.

When Zhu Heng arrived at the palace gate, there were several corpses lying on the ground. In addition to Fu Yuanliang, the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards, and a student, there were three or four Imperial Guards who had been killed. On the contrary, there were no corpses of the so-called civilians.

There wasn't a single imperial guard standing at the palace gate.

Zhu Heng's lips curled slightly; it seemed that Xiao Song had taken control of the situation.

Upon entering the palace gates, one is greeted by a scene of utter chaos.

The eunuchs and palace maids screamed and jumped, only to be stabbed through the chest and fall to the ground one by one.

Rows of imperial guards, wielding long halberds, seemed to be sweeping away every living being in the palace except themselves.

Upon seeing Zhu Heng, they all bowed to him.

Zhu Heng strode towards the inner palace.

At this moment, the depths of the palace remained peaceful, seemingly unaware that a knife was already at their throats.

At that moment, Xiao Song, covered in blood, rushed into the side hall. Upon seeing Zhu Zhi, he knelt down before him and cried out, "Your Highness, something terrible has happened! Someone has broken into the palace!"

Zhu Zhi was shocked and hurriedly got up from the soft couch: "Didn't you say that Father was unwell and asked me to wait here to attend to him? How could someone break into the palace?"

Xiao Song shoved the knife in his hand into Zhu Zhi's hand: "Your Highness, don't worry about these things now. Hurry up and go to Chaoyang Palace to protect the Emperor. Those people are about to rush in."

Zhu Zhi gripped the blood-stained knife tightly and rushed out.

As soon as I rushed outside, I saw a dark mass of people with knives rushing towards me like a tidal wave.

Zhu Zhi turned pale with fright and gripped the knife Xiao Song had shoved into his hand again.

Inside the Chaoyang Palace, the old emperor had just gotten up from Consort Ye, still panting heavily, when he listened carefully and sensed something was wrong.

"Zhang Zhongwei, what happened?"

Before Zhang Zhongwei could speak, Zhu Zhi rushed in, knife in hand, crying, "Father, Father, something terrible has happened! The Imperial Guards and the students are fighting! The Imperial Guards can't stop them, and the students have already stormed into the palace! Father, I'll protect you, let's go somewhere safe."

The old emperor frowned upon hearing this: "What nonsense are you spouting? How could students who can't even kill a chicken be a match for the Imperial Guards?"

"It's true, Father. Those students are all armed and very fierce. There are at least five or six thousand of them."

Enraged, the old emperor threw his shoe at Zhu Zhi's head: "Do you have a brain? There are only a few hundred students taking the imperial examinations, where did you get thousands from?"

"No, there are also their servants, which would amount to several thousand in total."

Why are the students causing trouble?

"They said they were not allowed to enter the examination hall because they were late, so they came and beat the Dengwen Drum, which led to a conflict with the Imperial Guards, and that's how the fight started."