There was deathly silence in the tent.

Countless eyes turned to Xue Yan.

Xue Yan was stunned for a moment, then stood still and sneered, "Sultan Gu died at the hands of bandits, there is solid evidence! Who framed me? Confront me face to face!"

He shouted so loud that the roof tiles shook.

Xue's personal soldiers stepped forward, drew their swords in unison, and their imposing manner was terrifying.

Everyone immediately looked at the three lords of the Kang, Mo, and An families.

The three lords looked solemn and stern, but they were secretly wondering in their hearts: Who is the informer?

Yuan Jue stood in the tent, his face showing no fear: "General Xue, do you admit your guilt?"

Xue Yan laughed loudly: "What a joke! There is no evidence, why should I plead guilty?"

Yuan Jue clasped his hands together and said, “Bring it up!”

The felt curtains swayed, and the imperial guards escorted several ferocious-looking men into the tent.

Several men threw themselves under the throne, trembling and crying out Xue Yan's crimes.

"On the twelfth day of the winter month last year, at noon, General Xue held a grand banquet in his mansion to entertain the twelve commanders of the Imperial Guard."

"On the 18th, the chief of the Xue family inquired about the monks and soldiers of the Wang Temple and the imperial guards' deployment, and asked when the king would leave the border."

"On the 20th, General Xue began to mobilize local garrisons in the name of rotation. Here are the changes of all the infantry at the post stations in the past three months."

"General Xue has evil ambitions and has long had rebellious intentions. He has clashed with the regent Sultan more than once and has always wanted to replace him. It was General Xue who set up the ambush to assassinate Sultan!"

"Xue Jiashiwu, who served as a lieutenant in the Xingcheng Town Army, bribed the local Xingcheng garrison. I saw it with my own eyes!"

"The bandits and assassins who were chasing Sultan Gu were all recruited by the Xue family from all over the country. The Xue family is ruthless and wants to take their lives. If they fail to complete the mission, their entire family will die. If they complete the mission, they will be killed to silence them."

"The Xue family has recruited a group of death row prisoners. I am a prison guard. The fifteenth son of the Xue family used threats and inducements to force me to take them to see the prisoners. They promised them gold, silver and other valuables, and then released them secretly, forcing them to work for the Xue family. I am greedy and afraid of death, so I dare not speak out."

A man in light armor knelt down and kowtowed, rubbing his face, and said, "I am the instructor of the Xingcheng Town Army. During the Qihan Festival last year, the Xue family offered me a large sum of money to ambush the Sultan Gu, but I sternly refused. The Xue family had evil intentions and wanted to kill me to silence me. I fled to the Yue family and luckily escaped."

…

The time, the place, the people they met, the men one after another told everything they knew clearly and plainly.

The sky gradually darkened and the air in the tent dropped to freezing point.

The guard lit a candle, and the flames flickered in the room.

After the men came forward one by one to finish their statements, several guards came forward with their confessions. The tribal chief took the confessions, passed them around, and discussed them in a low voice.

The confession was more detailed and clear than the accusations of several men. It not only pieced together the Xue family's assassination plan, but also recorded on paper Xue Yan's usually wild words in private.

After reading the confession, everyone was horrified. When they identified the informants, they were even more shocked and looked at each other in bewilderment.

The men kneeling in the tent were of varying status, including commoners, ruffians, and military officers and clerks. This was not surprising. What was surprising was that, except for a few clerks who made a living in the Holy City, the others happened to be civilians from the territories of Kang, Mo, and An, and one of them was surnamed Kang.

These people have different identities, so it is hard to say that their confessions are just one-sided.

Xue Yan's face twitched a few times, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes. He slammed a few tables, stood up angrily, and glared at the lords of the Kang, Mo, and An families: "You actually teamed up to frame me?"

The expressions of the three lords changed drastically.

Only by killing Sultan Gu can the noble families regain power, and they all know this. After Sultan Gu's death, the four families became rivals for the position of regent, and they were incompatible and quarreled constantly. However, they did not want the Buddhists to dwell on Sultan Gu's death, because in the end, no family would be clean.

They could and did secretly inform on the other three families and frame them, making the Buddhists hate them. However, these informers in the account were definitely not arranged by them!

Several people looked at each other with questioning eyes: They controlled the situation within half a month and forced the Buddhist disciple to come out of seclusion. It seemed that they would succeed. Who was selfish and broke the balance?

The Buddhist disciple has been in seclusion in the temple. Sultan Gu died outside the holy city. After his death, the four families immediately blocked the main roads to prevent the guards loyal to the Buddhist disciple from returning to the holy city. The Buddhist disciple has not stepped out of the temple in these days. If no one has informed on him, how could the Buddhist disciple see the situation clearly in just a few days, and find all the evidence to question Xue Yanna in person?

Although Ashina Bisa had been working hard to prove Sultan's death, he was a member of the Ashina family, and his clansmen would not offend the aristocratic families for him, so he could not find out anything.

Someone must have secretly surrendered to Buddhism!

Several lords stared at each other for a while, but couldn't figure out who was the one who secretly sided with the Buddhist. They all had a suspicious expression on their faces.

Xue Yan thought everyone he saw was an informer, and he was furious. He roared, "You covet the position of regent, and you are willing to frame me for it, right?"

The three lords were as puzzled as he was.

Yuan Jue stepped forward and said, "They are loyal to the Buddha and bravely exposed General Xue's crimes. How can they be framed?"

With all the evidence, Xue Yan was not panicked. He drew his sword and laughed, "How can you trust the words of a villain?"

He stopped talking and slashed at the man kneeling on the ground with his sword.

Wait until he kills all the informers and see who dares to identify him again!

Everyone cried out in surprise, stood up at the same time, and shouted to stop Xue Yanna, but no one actually stepped forward.

The faces of the people on the ground were pale.

Yuan Jue sneered and stepped forward with his sword drawn.

The clanging sound of long swords clashing made everyone's ears ring.

Xue Yan's knife attack failed, so he took a few steps back and signaled his personal guards to step forward. "The Kang family framed me for assassinating Sultan Gu, but the Buddhist disciples only believed one side of the story. I, Xue Yan, will not accept this!"

The personal soldiers drew their swords and protected him in the center, with swords flashing and ready to fight.

Xue Yan's face was gloomy, and he looked around: "I have 10,000 elite soldiers from the Xue family just outside the city. If you insist on listening to my slander, I can only let them clear my name for me."

The tribal chiefs looked sad and stood up one after another.

Seeing that the evidence was solid, Xue Yan actually threatened the Buddhist disciple directly. He had a reputation for being wild and unruly, and the rumors were indeed true. It seemed that he was going to be brutal to the end today.

The lords of the Kang, An and Mo families stepped back a few steps, their faces filled with anger, and they secretly sighed in their hearts: The Buddhist disciple was determined to find out the truth for Sudan Gu, which was really foolish. The Xue family had 10,000 elite soldiers stationed outside the city. Even if Xue Yan admitted that he was the one who killed Sudan Gu, the Buddhist disciple could not do anything to him today!

As long as a regent is elected, casualties can be avoided. Now that the Buddhist son refuses to compromise, Xue Yan is furious and the other families are naturally unwilling to let the Xue family take all the benefits. Bloodshed is inevitable tonight!

The three of them looked at each other, communicated silently, and quickly reached a tacit understanding.

They sent troops to besiege the city only to intimidate the Buddhists and the other three families. They did not want to engage in real war unless it was absolutely necessary.

The only way to prevent the situation from escalating and the interests of the aristocratic families from being damaged is to put all the blame on Xue Yan.

The Lord of the An Family stepped out from the crowd and said, "Xue Yan, stop being so presumptuous!"

Xue Yan sneered: "Today we are discussing the appointment of a regent. If you don't choose a regent who can convince my Xue family, I will be unbridled to the end!"

The three lords were furious, and the tribal chief started cursing, saying that Xue Yan was really domineering!

Xue Yan looked arrogant and complacent.

Amid the chaotic shouting and cursing, a guard from the central army quickly entered the hall, his face panicked, and he knelt down and said, "King, there are unusual movements among the troops outside the city!"

Everyone's heart skipped a beat and there was a cry of grief.

Who made the first move before the real plan was revealed?

Is it the Xue family?

The Kang, An and Mo families glared at Xue Yanna. Seeing that the evidence was conclusive, he couldn't hold back his anger anymore?

Xue Yan's brows were furrowed. Whoever makes the first move would be suppressed by the other three families. He hasn't given any orders yet, so why would his people take action?

"Xue Yan, the evidence is solid and you cannot deny it. Do you want to rebel?"

Someone roared angrily and drew his sword to chop at Xue's personal soldiers.

Xue's personal soldiers raised their swords and fought back.

There was a loud sound of long swords clashing against each other, and the flashes of swords and the shadows of knives and curses were heard everywhere.

Everyone in the tent kicked over the table and drew their swords to defend themselves. The people from various parties already disliked each other and were nervous and anxious. When they saw someone approaching, they immediately attacked.

Kangmozhe retreated under the protection of his confidants, and seeing the chaos in the tent, he felt an ominous premonition. He glanced at Tanmaraka, who was sitting still behind the golden tent, and suddenly felt terrified.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, two of Xue Yan's personal soldiers jumped up, long swords tightly grasped, chopped down the low-hanging brocade tent, and rushed straight towards Tanmaragha sitting on the treasure couch behind the tent!

Before everyone could react, several personal soldiers from the Kang, Mo, and An families also jumped up and rushed towards the treasure bed, swords flashing.

In a blink of an eye, the brocade tent was chopped into pieces, and several long swords chopped at the Buddhist monk in the robe.

Everyone was stunned and terrified.

The nearest guard reacted and flew forward to stop him.

"The Xue and Kang families have evil ambitions. They pretended to discuss the establishment of a regent king to delay time and assassinate the Buddhist disciples in an attempt to rebel!"

In the chaos, someone shouted loudly.

As soon as he shouted, others responded, and the voices gathered into a mighty wave, echoing through the sky.

Everyone was stunned.

Kang Mozhe stood there in a daze, his face pale.

The tribal chieftain Cang Huang left the tent, sweating profusely. He pointed at Xue, Kang and the others and angrily shouted, "You are crazy and insane. In order to compete for the position of regent, you dare to assassinate Fuzi! We will go and gather the troops to protect the king!"

Someone in the corner shouted, "Stop them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden whooshing sound. In the dark night, several feather arrows were fired at the chief.

The sound of orderly and dense footsteps was getting closer and closer. Figures were swaying under the palace wall. Several groups of people were approaching the main hall. The sound of armor rubbing against each other was very clear.

"Do you want to kill people and silence them?"

The chiefs were furious and had no time to curse, so they withdrew from the main hall with their personal soldiers.

Along the way, someone shouted that the noble family was assassinating the Buddhist disciple. The guards who were bought by the Xue family thought that the noble family had really taken action and rushed out from the darkness.

"The Xue family has 10,000 soldiers outside the city. The other three families cannot enter the city. The central army only has a few thousand guards. Follow me! When General Xue succeeds as the regent, gold, silver and treasures will be at your fingertips!"

They began to attack the guards of the Royal Court.

The royal guards seemed to be at a disadvantage and retreated again and again.

The imperial guards of the aristocratic family advanced forward with unstoppable force.

The personal soldiers in the tent were still fighting. The Kang and An families heard the deafening shouting and screaming outside and realized that things might be completely out of their control. They secretly thought that things were not good.

Kang Mozhe moved closer to the Buddha.

While the guards were hacking and killing, they whispered in his ear: "Prime Minister, now that things have come to this, we might as well just fight. As long as we can control the others, everyone will obey your orders!"

Kang Mozhe felt a chill in his heart.

Others thought so too.

Kang Mozhe trembled all over, and under the protection of his personal soldiers, he rushed to the throne and pushed the guards away.

The couch was empty.

Tanmarajiva had already left in the chaos.

Kang Mozha's teeth were gritting and he turned around suddenly.

"Get out! Leave this place of trouble!"

There were several loud bangs, and the ground seemed to be shaking. The heavy door of the main hall slowly closed in front of him. All the guards in the hall shouted loudly and retreated towards the door, while the four families' personal soldiers were still fighting in a mess.

The blood drained from Kang Mozhe's face and he rushed towards the door.

The last crack closed before his eyes, the candlelight was extinguished, and the tent fell into darkness.

Kang Mozhe's eyes suddenly widened, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

They thought that the Buddhist disciple had been in seclusion all along, and that his retreat in the past few days was an act of helplessness, and that everything was under their control.

It turns out that everything is an illusion.

Buddha is the one who set the trap!

…

Outside the main hall, Tanmarajiva, wearing a cassock, rode through the long street, his robes blowing in the wind.

The guards were still fighting, the crowd was surging, and the palace walls were reflecting cold silver light. The guards fought and retreated, and cooperated tacitly with the 5,000 ambushed guards to surround the people and horses brought into the palace by the aristocratic families. The guards of the aristocratic families resisted with swords.

When Tanmarajiva appeared in front of the long street, the wall of people froze for a moment, and the crowd of heads raised their heads and looked up at him.

He stared at everyone with clear blue eyes and a face that showed no sadness or joy, like a god.

At this moment, the morale of the aristocratic family declined and their will collapsed.

Tanmarajiva said nothing as he rode out of the main hall. Behind him, thousands of arrows were fired like a rain of locusts. The guards were approaching step by step. The royal guards of the aristocratic family began to retreat and were unable to withstand a single blow.

People have little blessings, and are plagued by many troubles. The country is in chaos, disasters occur frequently, and all kinds of calamities and fears plague them.

In troubled times, we should use the methods of troubled times.

Tanmarajiva gently stroked the beads with his fingers, silently reciting scriptures, and his robes were fluttered in the wind.

The central guards rushed out from the darkness and surrounded him as they climbed up the city wall.

In the past few days, the sons of the noble families who led the army had either been persuaded by the guards to secretly change their flags, or had been tied up and locked up in tents.

While the noble families were gearing up for battle, the tens of thousands of troops stationed outside the Holy City had already been leaking in everywhere and were in disarray.

The guards scouts shuttled among them, using clever strategies to set fire to the camp, and took advantage of the chaos and shouting to confuse the people, and soon let them blow up the camp.

Once the camp is destroyed, even the generals will not be able to command the soldiers.

The 10,000 tribal cavalrymen who received the message from the Cang Ying and were ordered to come to the Holy City had already been lying in ambush outside the Star City. Their mission was to rush into the enemy camp, disperse the battle formation of the aristocratic family soldiers, and cause them to be in complete chaos.

At this moment, the four armies that had lost contact with their lord and fell into the trap of the Guards under the city were also caught in a melee. Densely packed soldiers on the snowy plains followed their leader to charge, with flames, screams, and sounds of fighting, like a Shura ghost den.

Tanmarajiva stood on the Asura ghost cave, overlooking the battlefield. The bright firelight reflected on his handsome face, and his eyebrows and eyes were like a painting.

"King! Everything goes well!"

Bisha, wearing armor, ran up to the city wall and spoke loudly.

Tanmarajiva nodded and waved his hand.

The white-robed guards responded in unison, put down their longbows, pushed out a number of bulky □□ chariots, adjusted the crossbows, and aimed at the soldiers fighting under the city wall.

The sound of bells and drums rang out in unison, melodious and loud, spreading throughout the entire battlefield.

The soldiers under the city wall raised their heads in a daze, and saw the □□ chariots on the wall, and were terrified.

These chariots are the weapons used by the royal court to restrain the Northern Rong cavalry. They have extremely strong penetrating power and can easily penetrate the cavalry armor from a hundred steps away.

If the guards launch the ballistae, they will be shot into sieves in just a few moments!

The soldiers retreated in horror.

"The noble family rebelled and attempted to assassinate the Buddha, but has been captured!" Bi Suo leaned on the arrow sled and shouted loudly, "The Buddha is here! Why don't you put down your weapons quickly!"

This long roar was shouted out with internal strength, and the soldiers fighting could hear it clearly.

"The Buddha is compassionate and knows that you have been deceived by the aristocratic families. He will not blame you. As long as you lay down your weapons, you are no longer a rebel."

"Whoever resists is an enemy of the Buddha!"

The soldiers looked up at Tanmaragha blankly, and the battlefield was as quiet as water.

They had no idea what was happening. They suddenly rushed out of the camp, suddenly got into a melee, suddenly saw a group of barbarians falling from the sky, and suddenly were driven to the foot of the city wall.

With a clang, the guards among the soldiers threw away their weapons, cried loudly on purpose, and knelt down to kowtow.

Several others followed suit and knelt down.

At this sound, the other soldiers woke up as if from a dream, put down their weapons, knelt down and bowed their heads.

Armor of different colors merged into a tide, and in the distance, horses neighed and flames were blazing.

Tanmaraka stood on the city wall, looking down at the surrendering soldiers at his feet.

On the night when he and Yaoying checked into the inn to avoid being hunted down, he had already made a decision. Every reaction of the noble family was within his expectations. Along the way, Cangying sent letters to convey his instructions. Before arriving at the Holy City, he had already arranged all the ambushes.

Allowing the noble families to besiege the city was to seize control of the military power.

From tonight on, these soldiers will no longer be the private soldiers of the aristocratic families.

…

That night, the people of the holy city trembled in fear and dared not close their eyes.

The royal court was in turmoil, the aristocratic families were aggressive, they bribed the imperial guards and assassinated the Buddhist, but were captured by the imperial guards and the central army guards who were loyal to the Buddhist.

The four armies outside the city set up camp at night and hastily launched an attack on the city. The tribal cavalry who came to pay homage to the Buddha arrived in time, dispersed the four armies, and drove them to the foot of the city. The Buddha himself went to the top of the city wall. The soldiers were overwhelmed with guilt, burst into tears, and threw down their weapons and surrendered.

The next day, tribal chiefs submitted petitions one after another, demanding severe punishment for Xue Yanna, who took the lead in assassinating the Buddhist monk.

Tanmarajiva did not deal with the noble families immediately, but first promoted the soldiers who had made contributions, lavishly rewarded them, and issued a decree. From then on, soldiers in the four armies, regardless of their noble background, could be promoted as long as they had made military achievements.

This decree spread quickly and the soldiers were encouraged.

The gate of the main hall was closed tightly, and the noble family who led the troops into the palace was caught in a jar by the imperial guards. From Kang Mozhe to the personal soldiers of the An family, no one was spared and all were thrown into the dungeon.

As the news spread into the dungeon, Kang Mozhe laughed hysterically.

In the past few years, the Regent Sultan has been in charge of government affairs, and Fuzi has often been in seclusion. Sultan is cruel and ruthless, and the noble families hate him to the core. They are trying hard to get rid of him, but they forget that Fuzi is Sultan's reliance!

They were too confident, thinking that the Buddhist disciple would act cautiously and would not dare to become an enemy of the aristocratic families. As long as they deployed troops outside the Holy City and caught them off guard, the Buddhist disciple would have no choice but to compromise. After all, it was the ancestral teaching of the Tanmo family to maintain a balance in the court and not to confront the aristocratic families head-on. Moreover, with foreign enemies approaching, he certainly did not want to see turmoil in the court.

Unexpectedly, in a fit of rage, the Buddhist disciple actually tore his relations with the aristocratic families. He did not rely on any of the four major families, and directly started from the military power to disintegrate the aristocratic families.

Kang Mozhe couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

The Buddhist disciple was able to lead troops to repel the enemy at the age of thirteen. Even if the Sultan died, the Buddhist disciple would not sit and wait for death. They underestimated the Buddhist disciple too much.

Overnight, the world changed.

When Kang Mozhe was brought to the front of the palace, his face, which was always rosy and rosy, had become thin and haggard.

He raised his head and looked at Tanmaragha, who was sitting on the throne, reviewing memorials.

The light in the hall was dim. There was a small lamp lit in front of the desk.

"King, you haven't been in seclusion, have you?" Kang Mozhe murmured, "It has been less than half a month since you came out of seclusion. How could the tribal cavalry rush to the Holy City so quickly and disperse the four armies like a divine army sent from heaven?"

He pondered for a long time, but he couldn't understand why the noble family acted so quickly. The Buddhist disciple had been staying in the Buddhist temple, so why could he command tribal cavalry thousands of miles away?

There is only one answer.

"You knew that the Regent was in danger and made arrangements in advance... You didn't shut yourself off. Even before the Regent was killed, you had already set up a big net and waited for us to be hooked!"

Kang Mozhe smiled bitterly.

Now that things have come to this, what’s the point of figuring this out?

He has become a prisoner of the lower class.

"What will the king do to us?"

Tanmaraka calmly said, "Find out the crime and punish him according to the law."

Kang Mozhe was startled for a moment, then he chuckled and his wrinkles relaxed.

Wang is a Buddhist. He will not slaughter people wantonly to consolidate his power like the Zhang family did. Buddhists will never raise their knives against the elderly, the weak, women and children at any time.

Kang Mozha sighed, "Why did the king do this? You could have ignored the disputes among the noble families."

After years of ups and downs in officialdom and pursuing family interests, he could not understand Tanmarajiva's actions.

Tanmo Luojia put down a scroll of parchment and said, "The four armies of the royal court are controlled by aristocratic families. There is constant infighting in the court, and the Northern Rong are watching covetously. Once the four armies have a dispute, the intelligence will be sent to the Northern Rong in less than two days. If the internal troubles are not eliminated, the royal court will find it difficult to resist the Northern Rong."

In recent years, the Northern Rong attacked the royal court at times when there was unrest in the court. He was busy fighting before and was exhausted. He was on the verge of death several times and had no ability to govern the court. This time, Wakhan Khan also encountered unrest, and the opportunity must not be missed.

Kang Mozha let out a long breath and said, "You need to take back your military power so that you can focus on dealing with the Northern Rong."

He shook his head and laughed.

Only by working together can we fight against foreign enemies. Doesn't he understand this truth?

He understands, and other families understand too.

But no one can do it, because no one is willing to be the one who gives up the family's interests.

"Your Majesty, you have great ambitions and are planning for the long-term stability of the royal court, but you underestimated the human heart! You have upset the balance, and the noble families have temporarily surrendered, but they will rise again."

"Which hero in history has had a good ending?"

Kangmozhe sat cross-legged and looked at Tanmarajiva, as if they were a conversation between a king and his subjects.

"Does the king remember General Saisang'er? And General Maha? They were loyal to the royal court, worked hard, and served the public all their lives. In the end, one of them had his entire family slaughtered and he himself died at the hands of bandits. The other was abandoned by the monarch, torn into pieces, and his people were enslaved. What's funny is that the commoners they promoted quickly became the new nobles. In order to integrate into the aristocratic families, they would do anything to trample on and enslave the common people together with the aristocratic families. What's the difference between their faces and those of the aristocratic families?"

Kang Mozhe laughed out loud.

"King, you are a Buddhist and the ruler of a country. You cannot live without aristocratic families. Aristocratic families are like grass. They wither and grow again, and never cease to grow. You suppress us today and control the government, but the governance of the local areas still depends on the aristocratic families. The aristocratic families are deeply rooted and have become the blood and flesh of the royal court since the day the royal court was founded. Without the aristocratic families to maintain the local areas, the royal court will be a mess. In a few years, the aristocratic families will rise again, and you will eventually compromise with the aristocratic families."

A few flashes of light flashed across Kang Mozhe's cloudy eyes, and he let out a long sigh.

"General Maha wanted to reform the military system. He affected the interests of the aristocratic families and violated the foundation of the royal court. He deserved the consequences."

"General Saisanger is determined to investigate the aristocratic family's occupation of the manor. He is too deeply involved and cannot escape."

“They are so naive.”

Kang Mozhe raised his head and looked at Tanmarajiva with a sneer on his lips.

"King, the people are ignorant and docile. As long as you hold a stick in your hand, they will obey you obediently. Kindness cannot win their loyalty. They are too fickle and too stupid. Today they worship you as a god, but tomorrow they will spit on you and hate you because of your little mistake. You will soon find that the people who betrayed you are the ones you protected!"

"The Tanmo family has been kings for generations. You only need to balance the family, and you can enjoy glory and wealth forever."

"The families that have violated the rules and whose interests have been damaged will not always submit. Even if they know that nothing can be changed, they will still show their teeth and claws and wait for revenge."

"King, you are a Buddhist, how come you don't understand this principle? Can't you see through the benefits and harms of this?"

In front of the desk, the candlelight flickered.

Tanmaraj lowered his eyes, his face calm, and said calmly, "The royal court is already terminally ill and drifting in the chaotic world. If we just let it go, the royal court will eventually be destroyed by war."

Someone has to do this kind of thing. If everyone is afraid to take action, who will quell the chaos?

Kang Mozhe stared at him in silence for a while, his fingers trembling.

"So, you know the consequences, but you still want to save the situation? Even if the price is death like General Saisang'er?"

Tanmaraka wrote calmly and calmly, saying: "Everyone must die. If we die for the country and for the people, then we will die a worthy death."

The candlelight shone on his face, reflecting his clear-cut profile.

Kang Mozha recalled that year when the noble families abandoned the city and fled. The thirteen-year-old Tanmo Luojia summoned the central army to guard the royal court and cover the people's escape. The yellow sand was endless, and the young man rode alone, facing the enemy army that was several times his size, and he rushed forward generously without looking back.

Rely on your own strength to save the people, protect the royal court, and quell the chaos.

Kang Mozhe remained silent for a long time, then prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed.

"I plead guilty."

The Kang family will not perish like this. As a family that has been operating for many years, even if it loses power completely, it will rise again in just two generations.

If he pleaded guilty and handed over his military power, Tanmaraka would not kill him all.

…

Except for Xue Yanna, the other three families surrendered their military power and accused Xue Yanna of assassinating Sultan Gu.

A shocking storm subsided overnight, but the people in the city were still in shock and were talking about it.

When Yao Ying woke up, it was just the time for the camp to be formed outside the city.

She gathered her robes tightly and stood up. Seeing the scriptures piled on the long table, she realized that she was still in Tanmaragha's meditation room and was stunned for a moment.

A dull sound like thunder reached the royal temple, the earth shook, flames lit up half the sky, and the outside of the city was in an uproar.

Yaoying walked out of the meditation room with a pale face.

Bamil thought she was afraid, so he comforted her in a low voice: "Princess, don't be nervous. The royal temple has been strengthened with guards, and no bad guys will break in again."

Yao Ying shook her head, wrapped her cloak tightly around her, climbed up the tower, and looked towards the outside of the city.

The fire burned all night.

Yao Ying stayed on the tower all night until dawn.

At dawn, Yuan Jue hurried back to the royal temple and said, "I'm sorry that you've been frightened these days. Now the central army has put down the rebellion, so you don't have to worry."

Yao Ying asked him, "Were there many casualties?"

Yuan Jue smiled and said, "We just set a few fires to scare them. There are our people in the four armies. When they see the signal, they will deliberately cause riots. When it gets dark, someone has sneaked into the camp, cut off their bows and arrows, cut off their stirrups, and filled their weapons with mud, making it impossible for them to fight the enemy... In addition, a few days ago, the king ordered General Ashina to secretly lead people to dig large holes on the road outside the city. In winter, several layers of snow did not melt. At a glance, everything was white. Only the guards who were familiar with the Holy City knew which piece of snow was under the canyon pit and which was thick soil."

He endured for many days and finally could speak freely. He was so excited that he talked nonstop.

"When the camp was stormed, the guards deliberately led those people who couldn't see anything to run to those big holes. Everyone fell into the snow holes and couldn't climb out. Who cared about other things?"

Tanmarajya knew the movements of the four armies very well and had already placed people there. When the noble families were showing off their power and thought that the Buddhist disciples and the guards of the central army had retreated, the guards had already mixed into the garrison outside the city. After dark, the internal and external forces cooperated to cause riots. In addition, the tribal cavalry directly broke up the enemy formation, so there were not many casualties.

In the palace, except for Xue Yan's close associates, all other rebel soldiers and imperial guards surrendered without a bloody battle.

Yao Ying breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

Yuan Jue smiled and said, "The princess is really kind-hearted."

Yao Ying shook her head: "I'm happy for the mage."

Yuanjue was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, looked at her deeply for a few times, put away his smile, and nodded.

No wonder there was no trace of joy on the king's face after the noble family confessed their guilt.

Everyone was immersed in the ecstasy of victory, except Princess Wen Zhao who could see what was on the king's mind.

The author has something to say: I just want to fill 8000 words, so I'm a little late.