Chapter 208 The Seventh Prince's Hope
After everyone left, Fu Chenan approached his father and said, "Father, what is my mission?"

Fu Zhonghai: "You are responsible for logistics."

Fu Chenan: ...

How did he become a full-time logistics officer? !

Dad, I can still fight.

Did you forget it?

Fu Zhonghai pointed at the clothes and boots on Fu Chenan and said, "Hurry up and find Doctor Niu to confirm what other herbs you need, and then go get these clothes and boots."

"For the 50,000 Fu family soldiers coming to the capital this time, each soldier will have one set."

Fu Zhonghai left after he finished speaking, and turned around halfway through his walk: "We've bought so many things, what else do we need to exchange?"

Fu Chenan temporarily put aside his resentment: "Precious swords, brocade silk, rare treasures, etc. are all fine. The more the better."

Yunjin and Songjin are actually also very good, but they are not as rare as Kesi because they can only be made purely by hand, so they cannot be sold at a high price at auctions.

Fu Zhonghai's eyes flickered slightly, and he chuckled: "Just tell Miss Xiao that the precious sword, brocade, and rare treasures will be available in a few days."

"Let her get the equipment first..."

"Here."

Fu Chenan ran to find Doctor Niu, who was packing his things to leave with the army.

He had recovered from the embarrassment of being knocked unconscious last time, and handed over a list without changing his expression.

"Adding a few more of these medicines is mainly to be prepared for any eventuality."

Fu Chenan agreed, knowing there was no rush, and simply followed the team.

As night fell in the capital, the first snow gradually stopped.

Under the white snow, the visible range became larger, and Fu Zhonghai asked his men to stop when they were still ten miles away from the capital.

The horses were required to wear bits, no talking, and no fires or cooking.

Everyone ate the dry biscuits together.

Fortunately, this time the pancakes were filled with sauerkraut and lard, and they were quite fragrant when chewed with snow.

Soon, they heard the noises of siege coming from the capital: huge trees banging against the city gates and the soldiers' shouts of killing.

The soldiers were silent for a moment, and then looked in the direction of Fu Zhonghai with some agitation.

It's fighting!

To send troops or not?

Fu Zhonghai frowned.

Compassion does not command troops.

He cannot mess up his deployment in advance just because he feels sorry for the people.

"Everyone, stand by. Anyone who makes noise will be killed."

As the order was whispered down, the fifty thousand soldiers soon became as quiet as chickens.

The city gate was quickly breached. The rebels wasted no time in burning, killing and looting, but headed straight for the palace, and the people breathed a sigh of relief.

The news of Prince Dongshan's rebellion had already reached the capital city. All the people who could escape had already escaped, and there were very few people left. Surprisingly, there were very few casualties among the people in the capital city.

Fu Zhonghai held the intercom in his hand: "Number one, number one, what's the situation now?"

Soon a deep voice came from the intercom: "No. 1 reports: The rebels are attacking the palace. The resistance inside the palace is much stronger than outside the city. The situation is currently stalemate."

Fu Zhonghai: "If there is any latest news, please report it in time."

"Here."

In the Qianqing Palace, all princes over the age of ten were gathered there, as well as civil officials and military generals.

The atmosphere was heavy, the emperor looked ashen, and all the civil officials, military officers and princes pretended to be cowards.

The concubines and princes from various palaces were concentrated in the rear hall and side halls of the Qianqing Palace.

The hall was packed with people, some were crying, some were trembling, and some were shouting "Father".

The emperor was so angry that he wanted to smash the inkstone again, but he knew that smashing the inkstone was useless at this time.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom..."

The sound of the rebels ramming huge logs into the palace gate was so loud and clear that it reached everyone's ears.

People were in a panic: This palace gate would not last long. The emperor seemed to have made up his mind and began to search for familiar faces in the crowd: "Where is the prince?"

The prince stood up and said in a weak voice: "Your son is here!"

"Where are the second prince, the third prince, and the fourth prince?"

They couldn't pretend to be dead in front of everyone, so the second, third and fourth princes could only stand up and say, "Your sons are here!"

These are the princes who are most enthusiastic in fighting for the throne.

"I order the Crown Prince to immediately lead the palace guards, the Second Prince, the Third Prince, and the Fourth Prince to fight the rebels with all their might and make sure they are annihilated outside the palace!"

The four princes were collectively dumbfounded: sending them all out was a gamble on who would survive and who would take over?
The four people who wanted to admit defeat but didn't dare to do so had to cheer up and rush out with their guards.

"All military generals, follow the crown prince and the princes to meet the enemy together!" the emperor ordered again.

The generals now realized that it was a life-and-death moment and there was no way to retreat, so they gritted their teeth and rushed out with the crown prince and the princes.

As soon as everyone left, the Qianqing Palace was suddenly emptied by half!

The emperor looked at the side hall where crying sounds were heard from time to time, and said in a gloomy and calm voice: "Let Concubine Qi come over."

Concubine Qi walked over from the side hall in fear.

The emperor patted the large dragon chair beside him and said, "Sit next to me."

Concubine Qi wanted to say “I dare not”, but it was the dragon throne after all, and even if she had eight heads she would not be able to chop it off.

But when she met the emperor's cold gaze, Concubine Qi swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue and sat obediently beside the emperor, but she felt like sitting on pins and needles.

The emperor held Concubine Qi's hand, and both of their hands were equally cold and wet.

This is a physiological response to extreme fear.

The emperor issued another order: "All the concubines in the side halls shall be given a slash of red."

The eunuchs who had been prepared immediately held strands of white silk and went to the side hall.

Suddenly, deafening cries of grief and shouting were heard from the side hall, with chaotic cries of "Your Majesty, please spare my life" rang out. A concubine tried to run to the main hall to beg for mercy, but was strangled by a white silk thread and dragged back.

The underage princes who were still in the Qianqing Palace also cried out: "Father, please spare my mother!"

"Father, spare my life!"

"Mother concubine!"

"don't want……"

The sound was so shrill that it made people's scalps tingle and their legs tremble.

The emperor roared, "What do you mean you don't want it? When the rebels come, are you going to be defiled if you don't die?"

"That would bring shame to our ancestors! It would be better for you to die early!"

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines when they heard this: So the emperor sentenced them to death because he was afraid that the rebels would defile them after they succeeded! ?

The emperor seemed to have heard nothing and sat on the throne in a daze with blank eyes.

The concubines were soon strangled by white silk ropes around their necks. They kicked their legs in vain and their cries gradually disappeared, leaving only the sounds of their dying struggles.

The smell of urine quietly spread in the side halls and the main hall: the concubines were incontinent before dying, but in the main hall someone peed himself out of fear.

No one dared to cover their noses. Everyone was so frightened that their hands and feet were cold and they were silent.

There were also two princes around ten years old who were struggling and crying, trying to save their mother, but they were held tightly by their personal attendants, with even their mouths covered.

The attendants were afraid that their masters would make a noise that would displease the emperor and lead to their being killed directly.

The seventh prince knelt on the ground, with his head down and said nothing. He tried his best to be a quail, but his heart was beating like a drum.

My father strangled all the concubines, but only my mother was left...

The princes who were most enthusiastic about seizing the throne were sent out to resist the rebels, but he was left behind...

Father, is... favoring me?!

The seventh prince clenched his fists tightly and lowered his head, fearing that someone would notice something.

I wonder if Master has led the Fu family army to attack?
Where are you?

The Seventh Prince wanted the Fu family army to come and rescue himself and his mother, but he also hoped that the Fu family army would come later, until King Dongshan, the Crown Prince, and the second, third, and fourth princes were all killed in battle.

The Seventh Prince knew that he shouldn't expect such a perfect ending, but his secret thoughts grew bigger.

　The palace coup began.

　　Who do you guys want to be the emperor?

　　(End of this chapter)