Wen Ziyu was unaware that his actions tonight had truly stirred Wen Shaoxing's murderous intent. However, upon seeing yet another corpse thrown back, he lost his mind, picked up his sword, and headed straight for the palace gate.
He's just a cripple, is he really that hard to kill?
It is said that if the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die. He could tell that the cripple had never taken him, the ruler, seriously.
The pent-up resentment exploded in an instant. Wen Ziyu stormed toward the palace gates, but the palace maids and eunuchs outside the hall knelt on the ground. Seeing this, they immediately shouted:
"Your Majesty, please reconsider!"
Several bolder individuals crawled and knelt before him, risking being beheaded, and embraced the irrational Wen Ziyu, attempting to stop him.
"Even you're going to speak up for that cripple?"
But Wen Ziyu seemed to be enraged to the extreme. He sneered, kicked away the eunuchs who were clinging to his legs, and brandished his sword, shouting angrily:
"I have quite a few dogs in my palace that bite their master."
What he hated was that every time he had the thought of making a move against that cripple, someone would jump out, as if his empire depended on his breath to be preserved.
Wen Ziyu looked at the group of people kneeling on the ground, blocking his way, and spoke again: "What, have you all forgotten what happened to Steward Zhang so quickly? Do you also want to be beaten to death?"
"Even the people the Emperor sent couldn't do anything to the Regent. If the Emperor really leaves the palace, and the Regent truly harbors treacherous intentions, wouldn't the Emperor be in grave danger?"
Seeing that Wen Ziyu was about to leave, the newly appointed chief eunuch desperately advised, "The regent is ultimately just a regent. The emperor's empire ultimately belongs to the emperor, not him."
"If the regent truly harbored ulterior motives and wanted to seize the emperor's throne, he would have acted long ago when the emperor was still a child."
"Even if the late emperor entrusted his son to him on his deathbed, he could easily kill all those in the know and forge an imperial decree. Or he could feign receiving the order and secretly kill the emperor. At that time, even if the people of the world had doubts, who would dare to bring it up?"
"A country cannot be without a ruler for even a day."
"But the Regent Prince never intended to compete with the Emperor for the throne. Otherwise, why not cultivate the Emperor into a clueless fool who doesn't understand politics, making him a puppet in his hands?"
The words, uttered by the young eunuch, were uttered one by one, words that were treasonous enough to warrant the extermination of nine generations of his family. He seemed to have long since disregarded life and death, showing no fear whatsoever, and simply spoke slowly of the truth that Wen Ziyu was unwilling to admit.
His head was held high, his eyes firm and clear. “Your Majesty, the Regent is now just a titled but idle prince.”
"Why doesn't Your Majesty set aside your prejudices and get along well with the Regent?"
The palace maids and eunuchs in Wen Ziyu's palace trembled upon hearing these words, fearing that the emperor would take his anger out on them and implicate them all because of one person's words.
They simply knelt there, not daring to utter a single word.
Wen Ziyu never expected that he would have a servant by his side who was even more eager to be someone else's lackey than the previous Steward Zhang.
He swayed slightly as he looked at the young eunuch who had recently been transferred to his side, raised his sword, and brought it down on the eunuch's shoulder.
The sharp blade pressed against his neck vein, and with a slight pressure, it soon stained the blade red.
Wen Ziyu bent slightly, staring intently at the kneeling eunuch whose expression remained unchanged, as if trying to discern whether regret, fear, or even pleading would surface in his eyes.
As he watched, he slashed with his sword, the blade that had been barely touching the eunuch's skin now cutting into the flesh between his neck and shoulder.
However, Wen Ziyu was destined to be disappointed.
Even though blood had soaked the eunuch's entire shoulder, he still did not beg for mercy, but calmly accepted the emperor's execution.
There were no hysterical shouts, no fearful pleas for mercy to save his life; he was too composed, which made Wen Ziyu seem not like a good ruler, but a tyrant without any benevolence.
"What a fine dog!" Wen Ziyu couldn't understand why such a hypocritical person would have so many people protecting him. He stood up and pressed the sword blade against the man's shoulder again, mocking him:
"I just don't know if your master will know of your loyalty, or if he will be able to save your life."
Before he could finish speaking, the eunuch completely ignored the sword on his shoulder, bent down, and kowtowed heavily.
Seeing his willingness to die, he couldn't help but laugh. Suddenly, he stood up straight and threw the blood-stained sword aside.
The sword made a crisp sound as it came into heavy contact with the ground.
Immediately, Wen Ziyu burst into laughter, and disregarding the dragon robe he was still wearing, he sat down on the ground and fell backward.
"Get out, all of you get out of here."
"Especially since there's still that cripple in your heart."
"Aren't you supposed to be loyal to him?"
"I'm giving you a chance. Tomorrow, just tomorrow, you can all leave the palace and go to that cripple. You don't need to stay by my side anymore. Go to him and be buried with him."
Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Not everyone is that little eunuch. Upon hearing this, the crowd was so frightened that they immediately expressed their loyalty, saying in unison, "This servant will swear to serve the Emperor to the death."
"Don't you understand? Get out—" Wen Ziyu had no mood to listen to these hypocritical words. He couldn't help but raise his hand, point to the door, and shout.
Seeing this, the people in the hall stopped insisting and left one by one.
"slow,"
Suddenly Wen Ziyu spoke again, and the crowd, who were still crouching, froze. Just when they thought their lives were in danger, that familiar voice rang out once more.
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