"But if I could quell the war and save thousands of innocent lives by myself, would Prince An still cut me into pieces? Especially since so many ministers and soldiers were killed and injured in the capital after your destruction, Prince An will have to appease the court officials when he ascends the throne. By then, he will be even less likely to attack a meritorious official like me." Zhou Youan smiled while pursing his lips, and leaned over to Zhong Mingzheng's thin and pale face and said faintly. "So, I have to thank you. If you hadn't been doing this for more than a month, and if you hadn't been killed, I really wouldn't be able to save my life!"
"You!" Zhong Mingzheng felt the sword turn and the sharp blade was already pointed at his neck. Zhong Mingzheng held his breath. The sound of teeth knocking echoed in the empty imperial study. It was surprisingly harsh. "You...you will not die well!"
"Maybe," Zhou Youan said calmly. He suddenly swung his sword and a bloody head rolled down. Zhou Youan wiped the blood off the sword and said to the head that rolled to his feet, "It will be wealth and glory or a miserable death. Who can know if we don't take a gamble?"
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August 15, the 34th year of Jiasheng.
Mid-Autumn Festival.
Outside the capital city, at the camp of Prince An.
"Master! Something big has happened!"
When Zhong Mingwei, Mei Ya and Zhong Zhiling were eating dumplings and chatting in the big tent, they saw two people running in one after the other and standing in front of them, panting. They were none other than Kong Wenmin and Chen Qingxuan.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he put down his chopsticks. Mei Ya also looked nervous. What kind of big thing could happen at this time and place to make Kong Wenmin and Chen Qingxuan so nervous?
"My Lord and Madam," Kong Wenmin hurriedly bowed and said, "The soldiers on duty at the front just reported that the city gate suddenly opened!"
"The city gate is wide open?" Zhong Mingwei, Mei Ya and the others were all stunned. Zhong Zhiling also frowned. "Did you send someone to check?"
"Wen Jie has led the vanguard team to check it out, and will be back to report soon," Kong Wenmin said hurriedly, "I am worried, so I will report to you and your wife first."
"Let's go out and take a look." Zhong Mingwei said, taking the handkerchief from Mei Ya and wiping his mouth, then he stood up and led everyone out of the tent.
"Master, you also know about this?" Chi Chongyuan and Cheng Xiangyang came over to report the news. They saw Zhong Mingwei and his group and asked, "Why did the city gate suddenly open? Did Prince Rong order an attack?"
"Who knows?" Zhong Mingwei shook his head, his face a little gloomy. "Today is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. If the two sides start fighting in the middle of the night, the people in the city will be worried and frightened. I really don't want to start a war today."
"That can't be helped," Chi Chongyuan said with a nonchalant look, "My Lord is soft-hearted. In fact, in my opinion, today is Mid-Autumn Festival, and our army's morale is high. We should pursue the victory and attack Huanglong directly. Why do we need to consider so many things? If we really start early in the morning, we should all be having a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the palace by now."
"If they really do it, the capital will be covered in blood and corpses will pile up like mountains," Mei Ya looked at Chi Zhongyuan and said slowly, "From now on, I'm afraid that every Mid-Autumn Festival, the people of the capital will think of this tragic scene. No matter how much benevolence we have in the future, I'm afraid we can't wash away the blood shed on this day. This is the capital, a place where we have to think twice before doing anything."
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