After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

The Crown Princess didn't want to be the Crown Prince's empress; she wanted to be the empress of the King of Northern Frontier.

Chen Futu grinned, a hint of disdain in his eyes. "You probably haven't figured out your situation yet. I've said it before, you can't become empress. At most, I'll ensure your clan's peace, prosperity, and abundance. Or do you think that once the crown prince ascends the throne and you fall out of favor, your future will be easier?"

"No wonder the King of the Northern Frontier didn't lay a hand on the Crown Prince; he's trying to force me to submit."

The Crown Princess is a sensible person.

If the Crown Prince were alive, she wouldn't be in immediate danger, at least not from the vassal kings vying for the throne. Now, with the choice so close at hand, she recalled the Crown Prince's recent misdeeds and distrust, her anger growing ever stronger. Then, looking at the cold and aloof Chen Futu before her, she finally sighed, broke into a smile, and took the initiative to embrace Chen Futu's neck. Her elegant face revealed a rare, charming expression.

"Since the King of the Northern Frontier has taken a liking to me, I have no choice but to submit to your will."

"Are you sure you can let me do as I please?"

Chen Futu made no attempt to hide his embrace and put his arm around her soft waist.

The Crown Princess sneered, "There's a saying among the common people: a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen one, and a stolen one is not as good as one you can't steal. I wonder what Your Majesty thinks?"

"Unfortunately, I've already stolen it."

Chen Futu lifted her onto the bed and roughly tore open her thin gauze dress.

The night was pitch black, with torrential rain, thunder, and lightning.

The sounds of battle echoed through the streets of the imperial city.

"Stop the caravan! Don't let them get away!"

"kill!"

"Chocolate, hand over the Imperial Seal!"

The battle is about to break out.

The courtyard of the mansion was piled high with the corpses of the Imperial Guards, and three hundred Shadow Guards escorted the convoy toward the city gate.

They were all dressed in dark red battle robes, wearing masks and straw hats, and carrying a blood-red scythe like the Grim Reaper's blade. Wherever they went, rivers of blood flowed.

Dian Wei led the caravan forward, with Liu Longyue and Ge Fei protecting Yan Qing in the middle. Qi Wen locked onto the powerful figures, brandished his sword, and in the blink of an eye, corpses littered the ground.

"Don't linger in battle, charge towards the city gate!"

The area around the imperial city is limited, and with so many people protecting the convoy, the defenses will not be breached in a short time.

The fact that they didn't see the King made everyone feel rather down.

Little did they know that while the outside world was ablaze with passion, the spring scenery within the Eastern Palace was also quite intense.

Chen Futu carried the Crown Princess as they rode, and they could vaguely hear the sounds of fighting coming from outside the palace.

The sensation was indescribably stimulating, even affecting the Crown Princess's temperament. Her body, as white as jade and covered in fragrant sweat, cried out softly beneath Chen Futu.

Ake stood silently under the corridor, holding a dagger, her eyes scanning the movements of the Eastern Palace like those of a hawk.

"Damn it, stop them! Don't let them leave the city!"

The city guards and imperial guards have gone mad.

The Crown Prince gave a death order: the Imperial Seal of the State must be seized at all costs. If the traitor escapes, many people will be implicated and punished.

"General, they are too strong, we can't break through at all!"

A soldier rushed in to report.

The general looked around and saw that the streets were littered with the corpses of Daqian soldiers.

If a small caravan were to break out of the capital, it would undoubtedly be a slap in the face to the Great Qian Dynasty.

"Quickly inform the Crown Prince and ask the Imperial Advisor to stop them!"

Not long ago, the Great Qian Dynasty gained a new Imperial Preceptor. Although he was newly appointed, his strength was unfathomable, and he was known in the martial arts world as the Daoist Wuchen.

The caravan was still a few hundred meters from the south gate, but those few hundred meters were crowded with Daqian soldiers. Countless crossbows were fired at the caravan. Qiwen and the others stood on the carriage and used their sword energy to defend themselves, managing to protect the ordinary people in the caravan.

Seeing that there were people all in front of him, Dian Wei simply dismounted, brandished his double halberds, and charged into the crowd, reaping like a savage beast. Some unlucky soldiers were cut in half at the waist and lay on the ground, half-dead and groaning.

At a camp outside the city, An Jingsi received the news, immediately grabbed Yu Wangshuo, mounted the Red Hunting Warhorse, and led hundreds of Jingyue Iron Cavalry to attack the city gate.

In the imperial court, both civil and military officials were present.

The emperor's death was like a bombshell, causing great anxiety among the officials, especially since it was Prince Xin who killed the emperor, which was simply unimaginable.

The Crown Prince, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, said in a sorrowful voice, "Gentlemen, His Majesty has passed away, and I am heartbroken."

"Take care, Your Highness!"

"Yes, Your Highness, the most urgent task is to capture the rebels as soon as possible, lest we release them back into the wild."

The ministers, "wiping away tears," offered their advice one after another.

"Gentlemen, let's deal with the troubles in the city first. I'll trouble General Sun to personally search for the whereabouts of Prince Xin. I need to give an explanation to my father and the people of the world."

"I accept your order."

Just as Sun Chengzong agreed, a soldier covered in blood rushed in from outside. "Your Highness, the caravan attempted to leave the capital, but the Imperial Guards tried to stop them and were all killed. Currently, several commanders are leading men to surround the caravan, but the caravan is too strong, and our side has suffered heavy losses."

The officials were surprised and suspicious upon hearing this. What kind of business was this small caravan that was so powerful?

The crown prince cried out angrily, "Where is the Imperial Preceptor?!"

With a whoosh, a figure in a green robe arrived at the main hall.

He was a sprightly old man, holding a whisk, with a rather otherworldly air about him.

"I trouble the Imperial Preceptor and the Tongueless Eunuch to make a trip. Remember, they possess the Imperial Seal of the State. You must seize it and leave no one else alive."

The crown prince issued the order in a sinister tone, and the officials, upon hearing the name of the Imperial Seal, immediately erupted in shouts and commotion.

Wu She, who was serving nearby, immediately agreed and left the palace with Wu Chen Dao Ren to intercept the merchant caravan.

The crown prince watched the two figures disappear into the distance, a smile playing on his lips. He was determined to have the Imperial Seal of the State.

The crown prince was full of vigor in the court, unaware that his home had been raided.

The candlelight in the Eastern Palace flickered, the torrential rain pounded violently against the windowpanes, and thunder roared incessantly. Chen Futu pressed the naked Crown Princess onto the table and began to assault her by grabbing her hair.

Near the south gate of the city, Dian Wei was covered in blood and gore, his head and face covered in it.

Thanks to his valiant efforts in clearing the way, the convoy managed to advance two hundred meters. Beyond that lay a dense array of heavily armored soldiers with long spears, their dark, menacing spearheads sending chills down one's spine.

Dian Wei shouted, "Old Qi, what do we do! This thing is hard to charge!"

Before he could finish speaking, a sword light appeared out of nowhere. The pale sword energy tore through the torrential rain, carrying an overwhelming smell of alcohol, and sliced ​​through two rows of nearly a hundred heavily armored soldiers, armor and all.

The scene was extremely horrific. The heavily armored soldiers watched helplessly as their bodies were severed at the waist and abdomen. Then, heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the southern city, and the torrential rain washed away the blood, which spread everywhere.

"who?"

Liu Longyue and Ge Fei were startled.

What terrifying sword energy! Moreover, the sword energy carries a strong aroma of wine, which makes one dizzy just by smelling it.

Qi Wen didn't care who was using the sword energy; he had been targeted. An old eunuch and a Taoist priest were standing on the gate tower, their presence pressing in, making it difficult for Liu Longyue and the others to breathe.