Chapter 824 Let's see what the prince does.
Cheng Wanwan sat in the garden drinking tea.
Zhao Sanniu and Ruan Mingzhu rushed in excitedly to tell her what had happened outside.
“I never thought the Asab people would believe in the inscriptions on the stone. Mother, this method is really good. The people are all excited.” Zhao Sanniu sat down and drank the strong tea in one gulp. “The real dragon is naturally the sick king, and as for the fake dragon, anyone with a brain knows that it must be Prince Ali.”
Nguyen Minh Chau continued, “In the past, Prince Ariel acted arrogantly and domineeringly, and the common people didn’t care, since it didn’t affect their own interests… But now, ominous signs have appeared from the heavens, and the people are afraid of angering the gods and causing natural disasters, so they have gathered to oppose Prince Ariel’s control of the government… Since last night, the number of people on the streets has been increasing, with at least 100,000 people gathering on the main streets of the capital…”
Cheng Wanwan put down her teacup: "That's all we can do. Now, let's see what the prince does."
By using a heart-wrenching incident to ignite public opinion and incite discontent among the people, the rule of Prince Alexander could be shaken. Although the people's fighting strength is not as great as that of soldiers, as long as their numbers reach a certain scale, quantitative change can lead to qualitative change, and they can also achieve their goals.
Furthermore, Prince Alexander has controlled the government for so many years, and the royal family has never resisted, while the common people have been like frogs being slowly boiled in water, unaware of the need for resistance.
If you drop a bomb into warm water, the water will suddenly boil, and the frogs will naturally jump out to protect their owner.
On the streets of the capital, the crowd was in agitated. The people surrounded the strategist's residence, throwing rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and even stones into it.
Old Lady Miriam knelt in the courtyard, wailing, "If the king dies, I will kill myself by striking my head against a wall..."
Miria held her elderly mother's arm: "Mother, the King saved you willingly..."
"Don't think I don't know, you and the Prince have been suppressing the royal family, and the King and Queen have been constantly humiliated by you..." The old lady pounded her son's chest, "Now that the King is dying, are you satisfied, are you satisfied! I'm the one who killed the King, I, an old woman, shouldn't be alive, let me die, let me die..."
She broke free from her son's grasp and rammed her head against the wall.
Miria raised her hand and struck the back of her neck, and she fainted.
"Take good care of Mother." He placed his elderly mother on the bed and said to his wife, "The capital is in chaos, so don't go out. If anything happens, send someone to inform me."
After giving his instructions, he opened the door of the mansion and went outside.
Countless people surrounded him.
"Milia, you deserve to die, die!"
"You must be buried with the king, you must die!"
"You're a lackey of the fake dragon, you shouldn't be alive!"
Countless stones came crashing down.
Miriam's men raised their shields to block, thus avoiding injury.
Although he was a very filial son, he was by no means a soft-hearted person. He said coldly, "If anyone throws another stone into the yard, I will cut off one of their fingers. Anyone who doesn't believe me can try it."
He suddenly drew the curved sword from his waist, its cold light forcing back the surrounding crowd.
"What's there to be afraid of? He killed the king, he must die!"
"With so many of us, are we afraid of him?"
"Even if a hundred of us died, it would be worth it to save his life, wouldn't it?"
"..."
The people who had retreated a few steps gathered their courage and then gradually surrounded Milia.
Miria's eyes narrowed.
Although he was skilled in martial arts, he was indeed no match for so many people. However, he could not show any fear because his mother, wife, and children all needed his protection.
Just when war was about to break out.
The local residents on the outskirts suddenly became restless.
"The prince has left the palace."
"The prince climbed the city wall."
"The prince seems to have something to announce, let's go!"
Countless people surged toward the city wall, crowding together, heads everywhere, not even an ant could squeeze in.
When the prince's entourage appeared on the street, the crowd automatically made way for him, not daring to compete with him for the right of way.
The caravan reached the city wall, and the prince got out of the carriage. Dressed in plain clothes, he walked up to the city wall and stood at the highest point.
He looked down at the hundreds of thousands of people below, his heart filled with complex emotions.
He rarely left the palace and had little contact with the common people; his father, the king, had never done anything for the people.
But when something happened to the royal family, the first to stand up were these ordinary people who were usually inconspicuous.
They were willing to offend Prince Alex, who held considerable military power, just to seek justice for the royal family...
Prince Victor raised his hand to quiet everyone down and said, "Everyone, please be quiet."
There was an ancient amplification device on the city tower. As soon as he spoke, his voice traveled from the trumpet-shaped stone to another stone array, and then slowly reached the ears of every commoner. Before long, the huge square became quiet.
“I know very well why everyone has gathered here. On behalf of the Royal Family, I would like to thank everyone who cares about my father.” The prince placed his hand on his heart and bowed sincerely. He then raised his head. “However, I can tell you with certainty that although my father is ill, he is not in immediate danger. Please do not worry too much.”
"My father has been the king of Asab for more than ten years. For various reasons, he has not become a king who is respected and loved by the people. This is his greatest regret... In fact, my father is not entirely useless. He loves his subjects very much. Every ordinary person is regarded by my father as his own child. Similarly, the old mother of the strategist Milia is also my father's subject. It is only natural that my father would use his own heart's blood to save his own child."
“Many people blame strategist Milia. My father and I hope everyone will stop now… If any of you need the blood of a member of the royal family to save your life, we will give it to you without hesitation… even if it costs us our lives.”
"As for the inscription on the stone, it doesn't matter whether it's a real dragon or a fake dragon. As long as Asab becomes stronger and stronger and brings benefits to the people, then he is the true king of Asab!"
"With so many people gathered, it could easily cause a stampede. Everyone should take the elderly and children and go home."
The young prince, dressed in plain clothes, remained gentle throughout, without the slightest anger or resentment.
Mingming, his father is dying.
Clearly, his throne is about to be taken away.
But he told them not to blame the culprit who killed the king.
Yet, he still considered the needs of these ordinary people in every way.
Only a benevolent person like him is worthy to be their king.
The people were all in an uproar.
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness!"
It's unclear who started it, but countless people began chanting along.
They shouted only these four words, and the four words rang out in unison in the sky above the capital, shaking the heavens and the earth.
The sound reached the Prince's residence.
Prince Alex's face darkened, and he slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup to fall with a loud crack.
“This kid is far more cunning than his father.” Prince Alex’s eyes were filled with murderous intent. “I originally thought that as long as the king died, Asab would be my for the taking. But I never expected that the prince would start plotting. It seems that he also hopes that the king will die soon so that he can succeed to the throne. However, as long as I am here, he will never have the chance to ascend the throne.”
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