The rebels inside and outside the city were completely wiped out, and all the court officials who participated in the palace coup were also arrested.
This palace coup brought out all the rebels from the previous dynasty.
After several days of arrest, all the remaining remnants were captured.
He listened to Rong Baichuan's words "to prevent future troubles".
The emperor gave Rong Baichuan full responsibility for all subsequent matters, confiscating his property and exterminating his clan, and beheading the mastermind.
Everything has settled down, the storm has stopped, and Kyoto has returned to peace.
Shenwu Gate is under construction at full speed.
It was Chanbei who destroyed it, so he was the supervisor.
"Chao Xi, are you going to the palace again?"
Due to the palace coup, the palace school was suspended for a few days, but Rong Chaoxi still went to the palace every day.
The empty-nest elderly who are not empty-nest elderly are in urgent need of comfort day and night.
"Hmm." Rong Chaoxi slumped in the Zhai car and yawned loudly.
"The Emperor is traumatized, and I need to comfort him day and night."
No old father could bear to have his own son pointing a sword at him.
"Our Majesty is so fragile." Chanbei sighed softly, watching the Zhai carriage go away.
"Master Chan, please stay away! There are cracks here again!"
"Oh, okay, okay."
Chanbei is despised and driven away every day.
…
Fengchen Palace.
The emperor was lying lazily in a rocking chair under a tree, his face covered with a book, and the rocking chair was rocking gently.
The scorching sun made his dragon robe sparkle and dazzle.
The queen moved the scroll to the yard and stayed with him on one side, looking up from time to time, then lowering her head and writing, stroke by stroke.
Suddenly, two shadows, one big and one small, appeared on the ground.
The shadows moved slowly across the ground, then separated on either side of the Emperor.
"ah--"
"ah--"
Two loud screams made the emperor drop the book that was blocking his sun.
When he opened his eyes and saw the two children, the emperor smiled helplessly.
"Daddy's heart hasn't been feeling well lately, and he can't handle being scared like that."
The emperor sat up and picked up Rong Chaoxi.
"Is your heart not feeling well? Where is the problem? Chaoxi will treat you." Rong Chaoxi reached out and touched his heart.
The little guy looked serious and asked, "No problem?"
She looked up at him, her face full of confusion.
"It's just a metaphor for my mood. I'm not really sick." He scratched the tip of the little guy's nose.
He wanted to smile at Chaoxi, but the smile looked a little bitter.
"Father, you must take care of yourself." Han Qinmo looked worried.
Five days have passed since the palace coup. Everything has been settled and the eldest prince has been buried in the Han royal mausoleum.
But the emperor still locked himself in Fengchen Palace, not attending court and not taking care of affairs.
Although he acted normally, everyone could see that he was feeling bad.
The Han family was of common origin, and their ancestor had three sons.
In the rebellion against the tyranny of the previous dynasty, they risked their lives to save the late emperor.
Therefore, the late emperor attached great importance to blood ties and always taught the emperor the value of family affection.
But the emperor raised a rebellious son and personally ordered him to be killed.
If a son is not taught well, it is the fault of his father. If he had noticed it earlier, the eldest prince would not have taken this path of no return.
Noticing the emperor's drastic emotional fluctuations, Rong Chaoxi hurriedly hugged the emperor's head.
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. I'll be there for the Emperor Daddy morning and night."
"It's still morning and evening..."
"A grown man, why is he in pain?"
A provocative voice suddenly broke in, and the warm moment was like the ice cracking, and the slowly falling leaves suddenly fell to the ground.
"The memorials in the imperial study are piled up like a mountain. Get to work!" Rong Baichuan handed Chaoxi to the queen and walked away while holding the emperor's neck.
"Rong Baichuan, my son just died!"
"Even if you can't do it yourself, you still have to work!"
If you ask who in this world can make the emperor forget his worries in an instant, it can only be Rong Baichuan.
In one sentence, the only thought in his mind was "let Rong Baichuan dig out manure."
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