Chapter 126: Palace Coup 3: Burying someone alive in broad daylight...
When the carriage carrying Xie Wuhen drove towards the palace gate, the emperor in Weiyang Palace was reviewing memorials, and the eunuch Zhao Fu was standing by and serving him.
After only a quarter of an hour, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, which made him turn pale and break out in a cold sweat.
The emperor looked up and noticed something was wrong with him, so he asked casually, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Fu covered his abdomen and replied awkwardly: "Maybe I ate something unclean, and now... I have a stomachache..."
The emperor sighed unhappily, "You, at your age, are still greedy for this kind of food."
Then he ordered: "Go down first, let someone else serve you."
Zhao Fu, as if granted amnesty, bowed and retreated. As he reached the door, he told Wang Xing'er, who was guarding outside, "I have to go to the imperial chambers. You go into the palace and serve the emperor."
Wang Xinger is Zhao Fu's apprentice. He is usually trained by Zhao Fu personally, and can also be pushed forward to help at critical moments.
Wang Xinger asked with concern, "Master, are you feeling unwell?"
Zhao Fu frowned impatiently: "I'm fine, just remember to walk lightly and speak softly, don't upset the emperor." After that, he turned and walked down the steps in front of the hall.
Wang Xinger responded "yes", raised his eyes to look at his hurried back, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Fu hurried to the toilet, and just as he walked out of the door after finishing his toilet, he was suddenly hit by a club.
He didn't even have time to see who attacked him before he fell to the ground, unconscious.
A man in black came out from behind, looked around a few times, and after making sure that no one saw him, he bent down and carried the unconscious Zhao Fu away.
At this time in Weiyang Palace.
Wang Xinger carefully took away the cold tea on the emperor's desk, replaced it with a cup of warm tea, and added a few pieces of silver charcoal to the charcoal stove in the hall.
The emperor glanced at him and said, "He is quite a thoughtful person."
Wang Xing'er bowed and replied, "Master always teaches me to consider the emperor in everything I do."
The emperor chuckled and shook his head: "That old guy Zhao Fu." He didn't say anything else, then picked up the cup of tea and drank it, then continued to review the memorials.
Wang Xing'er bent over the table and said no more.
He stared at the light outside the hall, casting shadows on the floor tiles, waiting patiently, breath by breath, until sweat broke out on his palms...
Xie Wuhen's carriage had stopped at the palace gate.
He handed his badge to the gate guard and successfully entered the palace.
To get from the palace gate to the Weiyang Palace, one must pass through the Meridian Gate, the Golden Water Bridge, and then the Hall of Supreme Harmony, which takes several cups of tea.
The palace road was covered with snow, and many palace servants were shoveling snow with shovels.
A cold wind blew, and snowflakes covered the sky, causing the palace slaves to cover their faces and turn their backs.
Xie Wuhen, however, walked forward without any obstruction, braving the snow, and approached the Weiyang Palace step by step.
Wang Xinger was still waiting with his head down, and his breathing began to become tight.
He dared not look up, but could only listen.
He heard the light sound of porcelain cups and knew that the emperor was drinking tea again.
He heard the emperor sigh and seem to put down his brush.
He finally heard the emperor yawn, followed by a soft "pop" sound.
He mustered up the courage to look up and saw the emperor lying on the table, motionless.
He tried to call out, "Your Majesty?"
The emperor did not respond and remained lying there motionless.
He breathed a sigh of relief, finally the tea took effect.
He hurriedly ordered the palace maid outside the palace: "The emperor is tired, quickly help him to the dragon bed to rest."
The palace maids filed into the hall and together helped the emperor onto the dragon couch.
One of the palace maids was suspicious and asked quietly, "Is the emperor ill?"
Wang Xinger shouted, "The Emperor is simply tired. Stop your nonsense."
The palace maid was frightened and quickly stopped talking.
At this time, Xie Wuhen had already crossed a large open space and walked up the steps in front of Weiyang Palace.
The person guarding the palace gate was not Zhao Fu, but a young eunuch.
Xie Wuhen recognized him as Zhao Fu's apprentice.
He bowed politely and said, "I have something important to report to the Emperor. Please let the eunuch pass it on."
Wang Xing'er also bowed and replied respectfully, "It's unfortunate. The Emperor is resting on the dragon couch. I'm afraid it's inconvenient to summon Lord Xie."
Xie Wuhen paused: "It's the morning hour now. Is the Emperor taking a rest at this time?"
Based on his understanding of the emperor, the emperor should be reviewing memorials at this time.
Wang Xing'er replied, "It's freezing cold, and the Emperor has caught a slight chill, so he's resting at this hour. How about you come back next time, Master Xie?"
Xie Wuhen was thinking about announcing the good news to the emperor - telling the emperor that the princess had returned to the capital. Unexpectedly, the emperor caught a cold at this time. Isn't this too much of a coincidence?
He smiled nonchalantly and said, "Okay, I'll come back next time."
Then he asked again, "Why don't you see Eunuch Zhao today?"
Wang Xinger also put on a smile and lowered his voice: "Master, the old man has an upset stomach and is going to the toilet in the toilet."
Xie Wuhen said "I see," and then said goodbye to Wang Xinger.
As soon as he left the palace gate, he saw Wu Sheng striding towards him: "Boss, why are you out so early? Is the Emperor anxious to see the princess?"
Xie Wuhen glanced back at the towering palace gate and replied in a deep voice, "I didn't see the emperor today."
Wu Sheng was puzzled: "Why?"
His face was cold: "The emperor has caught a cold and is resting in bed."
Wu Sheng thought for a moment and said, "That's not right, Boss. The Emperor knows that you are here to bring the princess back to the capital. Given the Emperor's previous concern for this matter, even if he is too ill to get up, he will definitely make every effort to summon you."
Xie Wuhen said solemnly, "This matter is indeed suspicious."
Then he ordered: "Send someone to keep a close eye on the Second Prince and see if he makes any moves."
Mr. Wu replied “yes” solemnly.
At this time in Changle Palace.
The Second Prince, Zhao Bo, hurried over: "Mother, is everything going well?"
Concubine Shu was taking bird's nest spoonful by spoonful. Upon hearing this, she smiled slightly and told Chuanzi, "Come and tell the Second Prince if everything went well."
Chuanzi's face lit up with joy, and he stepped forward and replied, "Don't worry, Second Prince, everything will go smoothly. Zhao Fu is no longer useful, and the Emperor is already unconscious. As for when it will be accomplished, it depends on your mood."
Zhao Bo breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and bowed deeply to Concubine Shu: "Thank you, mother, for your planning. I will never forget it."
Concubine Shu helped him up and said, "Mother holds you in high esteem. If I don't work for you, who else can I work for?"
Zhao Bo thanked him again and finally asked, "How does mother plan to deal with father?"
Concubine Shu was choked for a moment. She really hadn't figured out how to deal with the king who had been with her for many years.
Zhao Bo couldn't help but remind her, "Mother, you must understand that since we have embarked on this path, there is no turning back. We must cut the grass at its roots."
The implication of his words was that he wanted to kill his father.
Concubine Shu glanced at him and said, "What you know, mother knows too. Don't worry, mother knows everything. Just go back home and wait for the summons to appoint the crown prince. Don't get involved in these messy affairs."
Zhao Bo replied respectfully, "Your son will obey your mother's wishes."
As soon as Zhao Bo left, Chuanzi asked in a low voice, "Can I go and kill Zhao Fu now?"
Concubine Shu pondered for a moment. "Zhao Fu is the palace's eunuch supervisor. He has a large group of disciples and followers, and he also has spies lurking in various palaces. We went through a lot of trouble to find Wang Xing'er as a breakthrough point. Therefore, we must be careful. If we rashly kill him in the palace, there is no guarantee that he will cause trouble."
Chuanzi asked, "What does your Majesty intend to do?"
Concubine Shu replied, "Drag him secretly to the mass grave outside the palace and bury him. That way, no one will know."
Chuanzi complimented, "Your Majesty is wise." He then asked, "Then where should the Emperor go to deal with this?"
Concubine Shu breathed a sigh of relief: "Take Bai Jin'an to Weiyang Palace tomorrow. As for the emperor, I will take care of him properly."
Chuanzi was puzzled: "Just... resettlement?"
Didn’t I just promise the Second Prince that I would wipe out the entire clan?
Concubine Shu replied: "Just do as I command."
Chuanzi lowered his head and replied "yes".
When Chuanzi dressed up as a coachman and drove the carriage carrying Zhao Fu to the mass grave, Su He was wearing a veil hat and leading a group of children to buy pancakes on the street.
The wind was so cold that a layer of frost formed on the beard of the old man selling pancakes.
The dolls called him "Snowman" loudly.
The old man was baking pancakes by the stove, puffing out white air and smiling, "I like the name 'Snowman'."
Seeing that it was not easy for him, Su He gave him some extra change when paying.
The old man refused, so Su He stuffed the change into his pocket.
The old man had no choice but to thank him repeatedly.
After each of the children had received a piece of cake, Su He led them back.
Just as he reached the alley entrance, a speeding carriage passed by, splashing snow water all over Su He.
She looked up and happened to see the carriage window. A gust of cold wind blew, and the curtains on the window were lifted. She suddenly caught a glimpse of Zhao Fu, who was unconscious inside the carriage.
She recognized the face and knew that he was the emperor's personal eunuch.
When she went to the palace to meet the emperor before, it was Zhao Fu's appearance that saved her from Zhou Yuanze's murderous clutches.
Since he was the emperor's personal eunuch, why did he appear in a carriage outside the palace?
She was confused for a moment as he was unconscious and didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
The children munched on their scones and cursed the unruly carriage.
But the carriage drove further and further away, completely ignoring their insults.
Fang Yicheng approached her and asked, "Are you okay, young lady?"
She replied, "I'm fine."
Then he asked, "Where does this street lead to?"
Fang Yicheng looked at the carriage going away and replied, "It leads to South City Street, the West City Gate, and the mass grave."
Su He paused and said, "Mr. Fang, can you follow this carriage and see where it goes?"
Fang Yicheng asked, "Did the girl find anything?"
Su He nodded: "The people in the car are from the palace."
Fang Yicheng didn't ask any more questions, just replied "OK", then jumped up and caught up with the speeding carriage in front.
Su He then instructed Chun Lan: "Go to the Xie family, find Xie Wuhen, and tell them that the eunuch Zhao who was with the emperor was taken out of the palace in a carriage."
Chunlan was puzzled: "But what does this have to do with the young lady, with the aunt... and with Mr. Xie?"
Su He replied, "Don't worry about anything else, just go and pass the message first."
On the surface, this matter seemed to have nothing to do with her, but it was vaguely a coincidence.
She returned to Beijing to meet the emperor, but it was already past noon today and she had not received the emperor's edict. There was also no news from Xie Wuhen. At this time, the eunuch beside the emperor was taken out of the palace, which made people suspicious.
Chunlan replied "yes" and called a carriage to go to Xie's house.
At this time, Fang Yicheng was following the carriage quietly.
He was very good at light work and moved very fast, so the driver was completely unaware.
The carriage drove through the streets and alleys, heading straight to the mass grave, and then stopped at the foot of a slope next to the mass grave.
The coachman wore black clothes and black pants, and covered his face with a black scarf.
He jumped off the carriage, turned around, got a shovel from inside, and started digging a hole in the snow next to him.
In less than half an hour, he had dug a shallow pit as tall as a person, then threw down the shovel and dragged the people in the carriage down.
During this time, the man slowly woke up and murmured, "Who, who are you..."
The man in black picked up the shovel next to him and hit him hard on the head. The man fainted again in a daze.
Fang Yicheng, who was hiding in the tree, was stunned. How dare they bury someone alive in broad daylight...
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