Chapter 254 Zhao Gou’s Emperor’s Dream Broken
When Qin Hui saw Wen Boyuan coming with a group of elite soldiers, he glanced at Wen Boyuan and said calmly: "Wen Boyuan, you dare to break into my mansion without permission. Do you know what a serious crime this is?"
He tried to use his position to intimidate the other party.
However, Wen Boyuan was not moved at all. He replied expressionlessly: "Master Qin, it is not up to you to decide whether you are guilty or not. Please follow me to the Imperial City Department. You can make your own judgment on the right and wrong. ”
Qin Hui sneered, "Without an official edict, the Imperial City Department has no right to take me!"
Wen Boyuan was a little disdainful, "An official? In the Imperial City Division, he is just the Supreme Emperor, and the Imperial City Division only takes orders from Her Royal Highness the Princess."
Just when Wen Boyuan was about to order Qin Hui to be tied up, Zhao Yingluo suddenly appeared at Qin Hui's mansion.
She was dressed in a luxurious princess costume and had a frosty expression on her face.
When Qin Hui saw her appearance, an ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart.
Zhao Yingluo glanced at Qin Hui coldly, and said with disdain as if looking at an ant: "Qin Hui, your end has come. Do you think you can sit back and relax with the emperor's brother protecting you? Let me tell you, today is yours. Dead end!"
Qin Hui was already confused at this moment, and a trace of panic and fear flashed in his eyes. He tried to calm down and tried to find a way out.
However, Wen Boyuan did not give him any chance. With a wave of his hand, the soldiers behind him immediately stepped forward and surrounded Qin Hui.
When Qin Hui saw this, his heart sank.
He understood that he had really failed this time, and that he had failed completely and hopelessly.
The night was as dark as ink, and there was a chilling atmosphere in Kaifeng City.
Zhao Yingluo stood on the tall tower, dressed in white and snowy, looking even more cold and aloof under the moonlight.
Her eyes shone with determination and courage, as if she had seen the dawn of victory.
She waved her delicate hand and issued orders like flowing water: "Wen Boyuan, take down all Qin Hui's party quickly without any mistakes! Half of the private soldiers in the north of the city will go into the city to help maintain order, and the other half will guard the four gates to ensure nothing goes wrong!"
Following her order, the entire city of Kaifeng seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, and everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.
The elite soldiers led by Wen Boyuan descended from the mountain like fierce tigers and arrested and brought to justice one by one those officials who had daily dealings with Qin Hui.
The private soldiers in the north of the city were also quickly dispatched. Some went into the city to help maintain order and ensure the safety of the city; the other part guarded the gates on all sides and stood ready to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to cause chaos.
At the same time, King Xin Zhao Zhen also led his personal guards to quietly surround the palace and Prince Kang's Mansion.
They acted quickly and secretly, as if they had the entire Kaifeng City under their control overnight.
But at this moment, there was a different scene in the palace.
Zhao Gou sat on the dragon chair, holding on to the armrests with trembling hands, an expression of disbelief and fear on his face.
He never imagined that Qin Hui and others whom he single-handedly promoted would be arrested by Zhao Yingluo, let alone that his throne would become in danger overnight.
"What...what's going on?" Zhao Gou asked with a trembling voice, but no one around him could answer his question.
Those ministers who usually flattered him and obeyed his orders have become prisoners and were captured one by one by Zhao Yingluo.
He felt deeply lonely and helpless, as if the whole world was against him.
Zhao Gou looked up at the dark night sky outside the palace, feeling an inexplicable fear and despair in his heart. He didn't know what his future would be like, nor where the Song Dynasty would go.
He thought of all his ambitions and lofty ideals, but they all came to nothing at this moment.
He regretted not listening to Du Chong's words and regretting not eradicating Zhao Yingluo's serious problem earlier. However, it was too late to regret now. He could only watch his throne and country being lost bit by bit.
At Yinshi, the night was still as thick as ink, but a faint ray of dawn was already faintly visible on the horizon.
In this quiet and mysterious early morning, Zhao Yingluo led hundreds of elite soldiers, escorted by Wen Boyuan himself, and went straight to Zhao Gou's palace.
Their steps were firm and fast, as if an unstoppable force was about to tear apart the dark night in one fell swoop.
Zhao Gou's palace was heavily guarded, but at this moment it seemed useless in front of Zhao Yingluo's elite soldiers.
They arrived outside the main hall unimpeded, and saw Zhao Gou sitting on a chair dejectedly, like a defeated rooster.
His face was full of fear and despair, and his former majesty and domineering power were gone.
Zhao Yingluo glanced at him coldly, then walked slowly in front of him, looking down at him. Her eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if she wanted to defeat the last line of defense deep in his heart.
"Brother Emperor, will you voluntarily issue an edict to abdicate, or will you let me depose you directly in front of all the ministers?" Zhao Yingluo's voice was cold and firm, like a sharp sword, pointing straight into Zhao Gou's heart.
Zhao Gou trembled all over. He raised his head and looked helplessly at Zhao Yingluo's eyes as cold as ice.
He took a deep breath, and then said dejectedly: "I...I am willing to abdicate and give up the throne to Prince Zhao Min."
His voice was trembling and weak, as if every word took a lot of energy from him.
Zhao Yingluo shook her head gently, and said calmly: "You only need to abdicate. As for who should take the throne, I have my own considerations."
Although her words were soft, they were full of unquestionable majesty and dominance.
It seemed that in front of her, any struggle and resistance by Zhao Gou were in vain.
Zhao Gou looked at her in astonishment, as if it was the first time he saw that this princess he always thought was weak and incompetent had such a strong aura and courage.
He felt an inexplicable fear rising from the bottom of his heart, making him shiver involuntarily. He asked with a trembling voice: "You...are you going to proclaim yourself emperor?"
Zhao Yingluo sneered. She glanced at Zhao Gou contemptuously, and then said, "You don't need to worry about this matter. You just need to step down from your throne with peace of mind. I will make arrangements for other matters."
Zhao Gou collapsed completely. He slumped feebly on the chair, his eyes full of despair and regret.
He knew that he had completely lost and lost everything. All the power and glory he once had were gone at this moment.
He felt a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration come over him, making it almost impossible to breathe.
But Zhao Yingluo stood in front of him, as towering and motionless as a mountain.
Her eyes flashed with sharp light, as if she wanted to tear apart the dark night in one fell swoop.
At this moment, the hall was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere. Zhao Yingluo's elite soldiers watched every corner around them vigilantly, as if they were ready to deal with possible emergencies at any time.
Zhao Gou's guards and maids stood aside tremblingly, not daring to make any sound.
They knew that from today on, the situation in the Song Dynasty would change.
Zhao Yingluo turned around slowly, her eyes sweeping over everyone present.
Her eyes were firm and sharp, as if she wanted to sweep away the fear and anxiety deep in their hearts.
She took a deep breath, and then said loudly: "From today on, I will personally supervise the governance of the country and create a new future for the people of the Song Dynasty!"
