Even when someone comes, they come in a hurry, buy what they need, and then leave in a hurry.
He sat on the edge of the wonton stall, watching people come and go, hoping to hear some news, but it was just as difficult.
He eventually bought some snacks on the street and returned to the courtyard.
The capital is in too much chaos right now, and he doesn't know what's going on with Su Jingxuan, so he focuses his attention on General Xu first.
"Do you know where General Xu lives?" Luo Yunhe asked the two maids in front of her.
The two maids looked at each other after hearing what he said, both with conflicted expressions.
"What? You don't know either?"
“Young lady, we really didn’t know. We’ve heard that General Xi and the others have been at the border for six or seven years. We’ve only been in the Prince’s mansion for about three years…”
After listening to their words, Luo Yunhe nodded and stopped asking questions. After dinner, he made an excuse to return to his room.
Late at night, he quickly changed into a black outfit and left the courtyard.
This time, he plans to look at it from a different angle.
But tonight is no less deserted than last night.
Even when he was scaling walls and leaping across rooftops, he could see many figures passing by from different directions.
This scene was also terrifying, and in desperation, he could only run on land.
However, a large number of soldiers walked the streets carrying torches, each holding a large sword and looking extremely solemn.
When Luo Yunhe saw this situation, she had no choice but to stop.
Even after changing his position several times, he still couldn't escape the soldiers.
In the darkness of Kyoto's bustling city, brutal battles unfolded every night.
Ordinary families hid in their houses, not daring to sleep all night, trembling with fear.
Luo Yunhe was almost paralyzed by the sight.
Only after hearing the first rooster crow did he get up and walk into his courtyard.
This is not over yet.
It continued directly from night into day.
The once bustling streets are now deserted, and many shops have their doors tightly closed.
Luo Yunhe simply wandered around outside for a bit and then came back.
The two maids understood his anxiety, but although they didn't know exactly how far things had progressed outside, they knew it was the most dangerous time.
"Madam, it's best if we don't go out for a while; it's just too dangerous!"
"Yes, those things have nothing to do with us. We just need to wait for things to calm down..."
Luo Yunhe felt extremely tired, nodded helplessly, and returned to her room, locking herself inside again.
A sudden downpour began, washing over the entire capital city.
Heavy, leaden-gray clouds pressed down on the imperial city, while howling winds swept in, as if to engulf everything in the world into chaos.
The wind carried yellow sand, blinding people, but it could not stop the increasingly fierce fighting.
Before the majestic city gate, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and blood mingled with rainwater in the cracks of the bluestone pavement, forming patches of dark red bloodstains.
Soldiers clad in gleaming armor fought fiercely in the wind and rain, their swords clashing, the sparks instantly extinguished by the rain.
The shouts of battle and the sound of wind and rain mingled together, creating a deafening roar.
One general brandished his longsword, rainwater sliding down its blade. Each swing of the sword brought up a cloud of blood mist. The second prince roared to the sky, "The throne shall surely belong to my lord! Those who stand in my way shall die!" The gale scattered his roar, but it could not dispel the surging murderous aura.
The warriors on the other side did not back down. They used their shields for protection, the rain pattering against them. The muddy ground made it difficult for them to move, but their spears still thrust into the enemy as swiftly as dragons emerging from the sea.
On the city walls, soldiers clashed fiercely, with men being torn off by the raging winds and screaming as they plunged into the abyss of blood and mud. General Xu led the soldiers he had brought back, holding fast to the imperial city.
They clashed with the Second Prince's troops, creating rivers of blood.
"You old fool, you've finally chosen to stand against me!" The Second Prince's cold gaze was fixed on General Xu on the city wall.
"Second Prince, you have no chance of winning. I advise you to retreat quickly!"
"You old fool, supporting a useless crown prince, do you really think he can bring peace and prosperity to the people while sitting in that position?"
"Second Prince, don't make a mistake! The Emperor hasn't passed away yet!"
"Hmph! Enough with the nonsense!"
Inside the palace courtyard, the usually vibrant flowers were ravaged by the wind and rain, and eunuchs and palace maids fled in terror amidst the lightning and thunder, their screams echoing everywhere.
Meanwhile, the princes vying for the throne rode tall horses, their eyes filled with ambition and madness. Ignoring the harsh natural environment, they commanded their respective forces to wage a bloody life-or-death struggle in this once solemn imperial city.
All for that supreme, all-powerful dragon throne, the one that controls the world. Lightning flashes occasionally ripped through the sky, illuminating their twisted yet resolute faces.
"Fourth Brother, as long as we charge in and win this final battle, even Second Brother won't be able to do anything to us!"
"Fifth brother, I need to work harder too..."
The fourth and fifth princes led their troops straight to the palace.
There weren't many palace guards; some had gone directly to the front, while the guards at the rear were only closely protecting the emperor's bedroom.
Under the fierce attack of the fourth and fifth princes, those people were quickly forced back to the outside of the old emperor's palace.
At this moment, the concubines, the crown prince, and the third prince were all inside the old emperor's bedchamber. Outside, however, were the men of the fourth and fifth princes, effectively trapping them inside.
The old emperor never expected that before he even breathed his last, his children would already be vying for the position. At this moment, atop the tower, he was breathing much less than he had in recent times.
The crown prince was terrified, trembling and cowering in a corner.
He was an incompetent fool, lacking his own connections and troops, and no ministers were willing to stand by his side, leaving him in a state of isolation and helplessness.
The Third Prince remained aloof. Although he was currently inside the old emperor's palace, he still showed great indifference towards the throne.
The old emperor held his hand tightly.
"Third brother, you... you'll help the Crown Prince, won't you?"
The Third Prince looked at the old emperor in front of him, who was holding his hand tightly. When the emperor said these words, the Third Prince did not nod even slightly.
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