The most romantic little emperor

The night is as dark as ink, and everything is silent.

Qin Hao sat alone at the desk, with a hint of uneasiness between his brows, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, making him restless.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, why haven't you rested yet?" Wang Yourong walked over lightly, with his brows lowered and his eyes gentle, his hands as soft as white jade, gently massaging Qin Hao's shoulders.

Qin Hao smiled bitterly and sighed, "How can I sleep? The Su family is about to be eliminated. It is like an arrow on a string that must be shot. I am excited and worried. This battle must be successful. If we fail, we will face eternal regret."

Wang Yourong did not show much emotion when she heard this. Her slender fingers gently slid across Qin Hao's face, like a spring breeze, gentle and peaceful.

"Your Majesty, no matter what happens, Rong'er will stay with you until death." She said softly, her tone full of firmness and tenderness.

A deeply moved expression appeared on Qin Hao's lips. He gently held her hand. The temperature of his palm was like the spring sun, warm and comfortable.

"My beloved, please be at ease. I am the true dragon emperor, the supreme ruler. How could I lose?"

Qin Hao stared at Wang Yourong, his eyes gleaming with determination. "When I wipe out the Su and Dong families one by one, I will share this vast land with you. By then, I will make you my queen, and you will rule the country."

Wang Yourong raised her red lips and smiled gently. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, shining with a faint luster, which contrasted with her smile.

She shook her head gently and said softly, "Your Majesty, what I ask for is not the most important thing to me. The most important thing is that we can be together like before and never separate."

"Of course." Qin Hao nodded gently, pulled Wang Yourong to his side, rested his head on her pink and white legs, closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of peace, countless images flashing through his mind.

Not long after, Qin Hao slowly opened his eyes as deep as the night and asked softly, "Rong'er, what time is it now?"

Wang Yourong smiled sweetly and responded softly, "Your Majesty, it will be midnight in a quarter of an hour."

Qin Hao climbed up from Wang Yourong, left the land of tenderness, gently took her soft and smooth jade hand, and said with a soft smile: "Come on, accompany me to witness this important moment."

At this time, outside the imperial city, the streets of the capital were dotted with torches, lighting up the night sky red, as if foreshadowing that something big was about to happen.

The palace's imperial guards, royal uniform guards, shadow guards, and secret guards all joined forces and divided into several groups to quietly raid the homes and arrest the interest group headed by Su Zhengfang in the cover of night.

For a time, the streets and alleys of the capital were filled with soldiers armed with swords, and a murderous atmosphere was surging.

As the time approached midnight, the commander of the imperial guards, Lu Yi, led thousands of imperial guards and, with the cooperation of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, surrounded the red-walled courtyard of the Su Mansion.

Suddenly, a dazzling light streaked across the night sky and shot straight into the sky. It was a bright fireball that was particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

The fireball rose to its highest point and exploded instantly, turning into a ball of fiery red fireworks, blooming with brilliant colors in the sky above the capital.

These were not the fireworks set off to celebrate the weddings of high-ranking officials or concubines, nor were they the fireworks set off to celebrate the birthdays of elderly people or children. Instead, they were the secret code of action agreed upon by the four parties.

Lu Yi gazed at the gorgeous fireworks blooming in the sky and slowly lowered his arms that had been raised high.

The moment his arm dropped, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard moved in unison, as if they had already rehearsed a scene.

They picked up the thick logs that had been prepared long ago and violently slammed into the Su Mansion's vermilion door, which was nailed with eleven rows of door nails.

The red gate, which was normally very solid, was as fragile as paper under the violent impact of the giant tree. It only lasted less than ten breaths before it collapsed.

The imperial guards holding sharp swords had no expression on their faces. They shouted in unison: "In compliance with the order of His Majesty, the Cheng Shangshu Mansion is being searched and confiscated. No one is allowed to resist. Those who violate the order will be killed without mercy!"

The imperial guards rushed into the Su Mansion like a flood and a beast, and were immediately resisted by the Su family's servants and guards. They seemed to be prepared in advance and blocked the imperial guards' attack without fear of death.

The soldiers of the Imperial Guards swept into the Su Mansion like a storm, but their offensive was met with stubborn resistance from the servants and guards of the Su Mansion.

These servants and guards seemed to have been prepared in advance, and they blocked the attack of the imperial guards without fear of death.

Lu Yi watched all this with a cold smile on his face. He waved his hand and shouted, "Shoot!"

With the order given, not to mention tens of thousands of arrows were fired at the same time.

The sound of dense rain of arrows rang out in the sky above the Shangshu Mansion, mercilessly shooting at the servants and guards who were trying to put up a dying resistance.

What followed were wailing and screaming. The moment the arrow pierced the body, blood spurted out, dyeing the entire Su Mansion red.

After a while, the corpses were lying all over the ground, the ground was bright red, and the strong smell of blood filled the air, which was chilling.

The servants and guards of the Shangshu Mansion, who originally had no advantage in numbers, were reduced to a handful under the tide of arrows from the imperial guards and were surrounded.

Lu Yi waved his hand and stopped the attack. He shouted, "This commander advises you to lay down your weapons, kneel down and surrender, and maybe you can still survive. If you still want to resist to the end, I will send you off now."

While persuading them to surrender, Lu Yi raised his right hand high, making a gesture of preparation for attack.

Under the threat of death, these servants and guards, who usually relied on the Shangshu Mansion to act arrogantly and domineeringly, finally put down their weapons, knelt on the ground, raised their hands high, and made a gesture of surrender.

Then, the imperial guards rushed down like tigers, swiftly and decisively, and tied up the servants one by one, without giving them any chance to resist.

Lu Yi's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He waved his hand and his voice was full of unquestionable majesty: "Search carefully! Don't let Su Zhengfang and his son get away."