Chapter 319 Shifting the Blame East
This single word, "go," infuriated Wang Shaoji and his associates.
Even if they don't have a massive army, they are still the elite of the Imperial Guard. If Yuwen Ye were to actually rescue a woman from them, it would be a real joke!
We absolutely cannot let him leave!
Several elite guards rushed forward, eager to drag Yuwen Ye off his horse and tear him to pieces. But before they could dismount, Yuwen Ye had already galloped several meters away. The imperial guards who were about to surround and kill him were even afraid when they saw the brave and fearless horse, and they couldn't help but retreat.
Just now, the horrific sight of those men whose chests were pierced by horses' hooves was still vivid in my mind.
Ge Yuanchong and the others refused to give up, constantly directing their men: "Stop him! Stop him now!"
Several soldiers were eager to try, and were about to rush forward with their swords drawn.
Just then, Yuwen Ye suddenly turned his head and roared at the imperial guards who were clinging to him like hyenas, "Get out of my way!"
This angry shout was like a thunderclap from nowhere, shaking people to their core. The imperial guard at the forefront trembled all over, as if his bones had been removed. His hand went limp, and his sword fell to the ground.
Upon seeing this, the people around were so frightened that they dared not rush forward and retreated.
With red eyes, Yuwen Ye spurred his horse and charged straight out of the crowd.
Following closely behind him was Cheng Qiao. As soon as he saw Yuwen Ye rescue Shang Ruyi, he didn't linger in the fight and immediately ordered his men, "Retreat!"
Led by Yuwen Ye, these people fought and retreated towards the Bright Gate.
Just as their horses leaped and flew directly through the enormous gate of light, Shang Ruyi, who had been completely oblivious, suddenly raised her head.
Look over Yuwen Ye's shoulder and look behind him.
Behind her was a dense, dark mass of people, the Imperial Guards charging towards them like a tidal wave, and Wang Shaoji, pinned to the steps by a long-handled sword, roaring hoarsely... But none of these meant anything to her.
She simply looked up at the Hall of Light.
At this moment, nothing can be seen anymore.
Shang Ruyi silently and slowly closed her eyes—but that bloody scene, that desperate scene, remained forever in her heart.
At this moment, Yuwen Ye looked down at her.
Seemingly sensing something, he didn't speak, but simply pulled her even tighter into his arms, then spurred his horse and galloped away...
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Watching Yuwen Ye move with lightning speed, carrying Shang Ruyi as he broke through the encirclement, disappearing into the deep night outside the Bright Gate like a black lightning bolt, Wang Shaoji was furious. His eyes were red as he roared, "Catch him! Kill them all!"
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder, and he nearly fainted.
Just then, a voice rang out from the steps of the palace, addressing the Imperial Guards: "No need to pursue!"
"...!?"
Everyone was taken aback. Even Wang Shaoji, ignoring the sharp pain in his shoulder, turned around and saw that the speaker was none other than his brother, Wang Shaoqiu. He stood in the main hall, looking in the direction where Yuwen Ye and the others had disappeared, his eyes gleaming with a deep, thoughtful expression.
The imperial guards below hesitated, and could only look at Wang Shaoji: "Sir, are you really not going to pursue them?"
At this moment, Wang Shaoqiu also walked to his side: "Brother."
Wang Shaoji said, "Why not pursue them? Are you suggesting we let Yuwen Ye and the others leave alive?"
A sinister sneer appeared on Wang Shaoqiu's face.
He said clearly, "That's right."
"...?"
"I want them to leave, and they'd better leave alive."
Wang Shaoji was both pained and anxious upon hearing this, his brows furrowing into a knot. He asked, "Why?"
"For the road ahead."
"What's the meaning?"
Wang Shaoqiu bowed to him and said, "Now that the emperor has passed away, the world is in chaos, and warlords are vying for power. This is inevitable. However, the most important thing is who can survive in the midst of the fighting between the various forces."
Wang Shaoji frowned: "What does that have to do with letting them go?"
Wang Shaoqiu said, "The Emperor will pass away tonight. This news cannot be kept secret for long. Once it spreads, we will become the target of attacks from all sides. Those people will definitely attack us under the banner of avenging the Emperor. At that time, we will become the target of everyone's hatred."
"..."
Wang Shaoji suddenly shivered.
He hadn't thought of that, but after hearing Wang Shaoqiu say it, it was indeed true.
He then said, "Then, let them go—"
Wang Shaoqiu sneered, "Once Yuwen Ye takes Shang Ruyi away, we can immediately announce to the world tomorrow that it was Shang Ruyi, the young mistress of the Yuwen family, who murdered the emperor. In that case, who will all the forces point their fingers at? Need I say more?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Shaoji's eyes lit up immediately.
Wang Shaoqiu said, "The Duke of Sheng raised an army in Taiyuan a few days ago. He is quite powerful and would have been our biggest enemy. But now, as long as we pin the blame for the regicide on the Yuwen family and on him, someone will naturally take care of him for us. At that time, we can reap the benefits without lifting a finger."
At this point, Wang Shaoji had nothing to say.
He nodded repeatedly, and after a long while said, "You've thought things through very thoroughly."
Having said that, he immediately addressed the Imperial Guards below: "No need to pursue them. Clean up Jiangdu Palace immediately—seal off the Hall of Brightness. Tomorrow, proclaim to the world that Shang Ruyi has murdered the emperor and betrayed his country, committing ten heinous crimes that deserve to be punished by the whole world!"
Everyone answered in unison, "Yes!"
As he spoke, he smiled, but was immediately overwhelmed by a sharp pain in his shoulder, nearly fainting. Wang Shaoqiu hurriedly called for help, and the three of them together managed to pull the longsword from his shoulder.
A gaping hole pierced Wang Shao's shoulder, blood pooling on the ground and staining the steps crimson. His face pale, his eyes red, he stared at the blood-soaked broadsword and sneered, "Yuwen Ye—I will avenge this wound!"
The crowd hurriedly helped him to his feet and retreated downwards, eager to find a doctor to treat his injuries. Wang Shaoqiu, however, remained standing at a distance.
He was looking down at the knife mark on the steps. Yuwen Ye's knife not only pinned Wang Shaoji to the steps, but the blade also split the stone and penetrated three-tenths of an inch into the wall.
What terrifying force!
What a formidable person!
At that moment, he suddenly had an indescribable feeling. Although he knew that his arrangement was correct, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
Is it really the right thing to let this person leave alive tonight?
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