The hall suddenly became a mess, with palace servants screaming everywhere.
A group of people, trembling and using their hands and feet, gathered around the King of Korea, crying out in grief, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
"Someone come, protect the emperor!"
"Quickly call the imperial physician!"
But it was no use, the King of Joseon was already dead.
Another guard of Prince Fu saw this and shouted, "The assassin is running over there! Go and catch him!"
After saying that, he turned around and took Prince Fu away.
For a while, the Korean royal palace was in chaos, or rather, the entire Seoul was in chaos.
People were thrown to the ground, looting and smashing were rampant, and everything was in chaos.
Inside the Ming Dynasty Embassy.
Zhang Yu has also received the news.
Song Xiang said to Zhang Yu, "News has arrived that the King of Joseon is dead. Our men have taken Prince Fu into hiding, but they are trapped in the palace and cannot leave for the time being."
"It's okay as long as the person is not dead." Zhang Yu put down the teacup and waved his hand casually.
This matter had actually been planned a long time ago, and even the details in the palace had been chosen.
After assassinating the Joseon king, the assassin and Prince Bok will run away separately. They will find a place to hide separately and wait for the Ming Dynasty to enter the palace.
Their hiding place was in a cave in a rockery, which was blocked with rocks from the inside, so people outside couldn't find it for a while.
Besides, now that the King of Korea is dead, the palace is in chaos, and they probably haven’t searched seriously.
"Send some propaganda and say that Prince Fenglin is rebelling," said Zhang Yu.
"I've already gone there. Do you want to go up there and take a look?" Song Xiang smiled and pointed to the rooftop not far away. "You should be able to see the current situation from there."
"Okay." Zhang Yu nodded expectantly and said, "After so much preparation and staging such a wonderful show, how can we not watch it?"
After saying that, Zhang Yu took Song Xiang upstairs, and the two of them chatted and laughed.
At this time, Seoul was in chaos, with people and horses everywhere on the streets, and all kinds of debris scattered on the ground.
As soon as Zhang Yu reached the roof, he saw a group of officers and soldiers from the patrol office running frantically towards the palace.
"What is that?" Zhang Yu asked, pointing at them.
"Our people." Song Xiang said with a smile: "The signal has been sent. Our people will quickly rush to the palace and control the situation there."
"Do you see that group over there? They are Lord Fenglin's men, heading towards the government office."
"Look, they've already broken in. They're killing people. Oh, judging by that man's uniform, he must be a high-ranking official, right?"
"Dead, dead! Oh, his brains are falling out! How cruel!"
Zhang Yu glanced at Song Xiang.
If you hadn't looked so excited when you said it was too cruel, I would have believed you.
"Those are our people over there." Song Xiang said again, pointing to a place not far away.
Zhang Yu looked over.
Dozens of horses were galloping through the streets, and the people on board were shouting loudly: "The king has passed away, and the second prince is rebelling!"
They called out loudly along the street, as if afraid that others would not know.
Ambitious people, those who plotted, those who tried to win over, all were at a loss. After the government offices were captured and the ministers were killed, there was a moment of chaos and no one was left.
Seoul, which had been peaceful for many years, could not possibly become more chaotic at this time.
The troops stationed at the city gates began to gather in the city, claiming that they were going to quell the rebellion.
On the way they met another group who also said they were going to quell a rebellion.
But neither side trusted the other, and suddenly an arrow was shot from one of the groups, and then the two sides started fighting.
Zhang Yu knew without asking that it was the person he arranged.
"Has anyone led troops to Lord Fenglin's residence?" Zhang Yu asked Song Xiang.
"Yes, it's over there." Song Xiang nodded and said, "Soon Lord Fenglin's residence will be massacred, and Lord Fenglin will die. You can rest assured about this. When will you come forward to clean up the mess?"
"Not right now anyway." Zhang Yu shook his head and said, "It's not chaotic enough now, but I think it will get even more chaotic next time."
Because Zhang Yu saw a group of people rushing out from not far away.
These people were holding swords and guns, but they were wearing prison uniforms and looked extremely disheveled. It was obvious that these people were prisoners who had been released from the prison.
They were still confused, some just wanted to run home, but some didn't think so.
When these ambitious people saw the chaos outside, they immediately became happy and started to lead people to smash, loot and rob everywhere.
How could the thugs on the street hold back after seeing this scene?
Ordinary people also started to make a fuss. Some of them were trying to protect their families and neighbors, which led to large-scale fights; others just joined in the riots, since the rich families had been persecuting them on a daily basis.
At this time, it is natural to seek revenge if there is revenge, and to seek grievances if there is grievance.
Zhang Yu stood on the rooftop, watching with a smile on his face, and said, "See? This is freedom."
Song Xiang rolled her eyes at Zhang Yu and said unhappily, "Stop talking nonsense."
The chaos in Seoul grew worse and worse, and the army began to lose control.
The army began to carry out organized robbery, and the wealthy families were in trouble. For a while, the shouts of killing were deafening.
After this went on for about half a day, Song Xiang looked at Zhang Yu with some concern and asked, "Aren't you worried? What if this can't be resolved?"
"There's nothing to worry about." Zhang Yu shook his head and said, "Let it be chaotic. The more chaotic, the better. Send the signal now for our people to withdraw. Everyone gather here. Have those Ming merchants in Seoul come here with their guards."
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