strictlysupreme Chapter 92 Purge the Emperor's Corrupt Officials! Execute the Treacherous Ministers! Yan Fan Re
Chapter 92 Purge the Emperor's Corrupt Officials! Execute the Treacherous Ministers! Yan Fan Re
Chapter 93 Purge the Emperor's Corrupt Officials! Execute the Treacherous Ministers! Yan Fan Rebels!
Outside the imperial city.
The towering fireworks shot straight toward Emperor Xuanwu on the city wall, and Zheng Jun, who was not far away, changed his expression drastically.
"Damn it, who's so audacious!"
For decades, no one has dared to assassinate the emperor.
After all, Emperor Xuanwu had not held morning court for decades. The people of the Great Zhou only knew that there was such an emperor, but they could not feel his presence.
Even Zheng Jun, a top-tier expert, was terrified by this incident.
However, he quickly calmed down. The situation in Bianjing had to be stabilized, so Zheng Jun hurriedly mobilized the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Imperial Guards to seal off the entire area and close the palace gates.
They then sent someone to notify the Five City Garrison to seal the city gates.
After giving all these instructions, he looked at Emperor Xuanwu being escorted into the palace by eunuchs and sighed.
"These are turbulent times! The sky is probably about to fall."
He didn't even know the condition of Emperor Xuanwu and was kept outside by the eunuchs.
Zheng Jun and Wang Xi were the same; they were both dogs kept by Emperor Xuanwu. When Emperor Xuanwu got into trouble, they were the first to suffer.
When a new emperor ascends the throne, there are always trusted confidants who need to be promoted, and their positions are the best reward.
He gazed at the palace before him; though brightly lit, it resembled a monstrous beast ready to devour its prey.
The area in front of the imperial city was in complete disarray, and all personnel had been taken into custody.
It was said that they were sharing the joy with the people, but none of these people were actually ordinary citizens; they were all family members of officials.
Yan Mansion.
Yan Fan looked at the ancestral tablets in the ancestral hall and burned incense to pray.
His son, Yan Shi'an, stood behind him, waiting quietly.
for a long time.
Yan Fan asked, "Is everything ready?"
"My father had made preparations long ago; as soon as the explosion was heard, all parties began to take action."
Yan Fan sighed softly.
"Are the tribespeople properly settled?"
"A group of our people was sent to Ryukyu several months ago and has already been settled."
Yan Fan's eyes lit up, and he exhaled a breath of stale air.
"Alright, I hope my ancestors will bless us; success or failure hinges on this."
He recalled forty years ago when he had just passed the imperial examination and had no background or recognition.
He sat on the sidelines in the Hanlin Academy every day for ten years.
So he began to change, and started giving money to his superiors.
He borrowed money to give gifts when he didn't have any, and eventually he got promoted.
He began to frantically amass wealth, continuing to bribe his superiors. The more money he gave, the higher Yan Fan's official rank became.
Ultimately, he caught the eye of Emperor Xuanwu, and the astute Yan Fan knew this was a good opportunity.
He carefully studied Emperor Xuanwu's thoughts, and Emperor Xuanwu didn't even need to give him hints; he knew what to do.
Yan Fan knew that Emperor Xuanwu was short of money, so he desperately tried to make money. Since he couldn't get money from the aristocratic families, he went to the merchants.
Merchants of the Great Zhou Dynasty were of lowly status, so to be able to curry favor with Yan Fan at that time was naturally a great honor.
Yan Fan snapped out of his daze and looked at Yan Shi'an in front of him.
"Let's go! It's our turn."
He left the Yan residence, clad in armor, and arrived at the foot of the imperial city.
A large group of martial arts practitioners followed behind him; this explained why so many martial arts figures had recently appeared in Bianjing.
It was all Yan Fan's doing behind the scenes. He bribed many martial arts masters and secretly entered Bianjing to wait for the right opportunity.
The Five Cities Garrison had long been under Yan Fan's control. The four city gates were controlled by Yan Fan's men, and the streets were filled with soldiers and warriors in full armor.
Dark clouds loomed over Bianjing, a storm was brewing, and the people stayed indoors, afraid to go out.
The New Year, which should have been bustling with activity, became deathly silent.
Yan Fan and his group arrived at the foot of the imperial city and saw Zheng Jun on the city gate. Yan Fan said in a deep voice, "Zheng Jun, I don't want to fight you. Let me pass. After this is done, the position of Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard will still be yours."
Zheng Jun shook his head, looked at Yan Fan, and sighed.
"Yan Xiang, turn back now. You can't succeed. With these wandering thugs behind you, how can you possibly accomplish anything?"
Zheng Jun was naturally aware that so many martial arts figures had come to Bianjing, but he didn't expect Yan Fan to have unearthed these old relics as well.
Juehui of Kongming Temple, Qianhun Daoren, the Ghost Lord of Xishan, and He Hui, the Evil Blade —
Each of them was a well-known figure in the martial arts world more than a decade ago. Zheng Jun never expected that Yan Fan would gather so many martial arts masters.
These people are all top-tier experts, and they haven't appeared in the martial arts world for a long time. Even the Embroidered Uniform Guard has disappeared without a trace. I don't know where Yan Fan found them.
but.
He felt that Yan Fan was not going to succeed. As a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Zheng Jun knew more secrets, and the Great Zhou was not that simple.
Yan Fan is far from qualified, although he can understand Yan Fan's desperate gamble.
But she didn't want to travel with him.
Seeing that he was stubborn and unwilling to waste any more words, Yan Fan decided not to argue with him further.
He addressed the martial artists and soldiers behind him, saying, "Thunder has descended upon the world, and Heaven has unleashed its killing intent. This is the work of a demon from the palace."
"All soldiers, follow me into the palace to purge the court of treacherous officials and execute the corrupt ministers!"
The martial arts practitioners behind them had long been impatient.
"It should have been done a long time ago, why waste so much time talking?"
"I've never been inside this palace before, I'm going to broaden my horizons today."
The martial arts master leaped onto the city wall and engaged Zheng Jun in a fierce battle.
Although Zheng Jun was stronger than them, he was outnumbered and could not hold on.
The palace gates were quickly opened, and Yan Fan led his soldiers inside.
The shouts of battle shook heaven and earth.
The Imperial Palace, the Western Garden.
Wang Xi was looking at the unconscious Emperor Xuanwu. His face was pale and his expression was grim.
The imperial physicians standing nearby were drenched in sweat. It was the dead of winter, but they were sweating as if they were in the middle of summer.
Wang Xi looked at the imperial physician and said in a somber tone, "Your Majesty must not be harmed. If something happens, you know the consequences."
He then said to his godson sons, "Keep an eye on them. None of them are allowed to leave the West Garden tonight."
He could already hear the shouts of battle outside, and knew that the person behind it must have already made their move.
Wang Xi's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked towards the palace gate.
"The people outside the palace are a minor matter. If His Majesty truly doesn't wake up, then the sky of the Great Zhou will truly collapse."
After the death of the former crown prince, Emperor Xuanwu never appointed a new crown prince.
His sons were all powerful and influential, each commanding their own territory. Without Emperor Xuanwu's suppression, Wang Xi dared not imagine what the Great Zhou would become.
Wang Xi left the West Garden and headed towards the inner palace.
He arrived at a quiet and elegant courtyard and gently knocked on the door.
"Grand Ancestor, your unfilial son Wang Xi has come to disturb you in the dead of night."
Suddenly, the door opened.
A slightly effeminate voice came out.
"What's going on? Why is there such a commotion outside the palace gates?"
Wang Xi knelt and kowtowed, not daring to raise his head.
"Godfather, some treacherous officials always try to disrupt the court."
The person he wanted to invite was Xu Fang, the previous Grand Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial, who was also Wang Xi's godfather.
He has not shown his face for decades, and his cultivation has reached a state of perfection, making him unpredictable and beyond the comprehension of gods and demons.
He had long since ceased to concern himself with affairs of state and was now secluded in the palace, cultivating himself in seclusion.
If it weren't for such a major event, Wang Xi wouldn't have dared to disturb him.
This is also the source of Wang Xi's confidence.