Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!-Chapter 215: The Sudden Palace Coup

Gu Ming’s performance in the court is firm and upright, fearless of power, a rare breath of fresh air, and he is also the Crown Prince’s Tutor. Now that the Crown Prince has ascended to the throne, many tricky cases have been handled using Gu Ming’s methods.

This has kept Prime Minister Yu and his cunning colleagues constantly suppressed, with many being impeached and removed from office.

How could Prime Minister Yu allow Gu Ming to root out his underlings one by one?

So when Ouyang Li approached him, he agreed without hesitation.

The two had long been at odds in the court, and now they were mortal enemies, not stopping until one was dead.

Right when Gu Ming and Mr. Feng were discussing how to deal with the Ouyang Family.

Right when Gu Ming was thinking about how to evade assassins and safely return to the capital.

The insidious Prime Minister Yu, in alliance with Prince Rong, initiated a coup.

Even though Gu Ming had made many arrangements and precautions, he had never thought that as soon as he left the capital, those people would impatiently make their move.

At this time, the Capital Imperial Palace was filled with screams, pleas, and the sound of clashing weapons, with corpses and seas of blood everywhere, and people dying constantly. The bloody atmosphere permeated the entire palace walls.

When the Little Emperor, who refused to retreat, was pierced through with a sword by Prince Rong, he suddenly laughed, "Second brother, you did well. I hope you can hold this position steady..."

"Of course!"

Prince Rong laughed heartily, his long-cherished wish finally coming true, he could finally sit in this position. From now on, he would be the heaven of Tianqi; those who follow me will prosper, those who oppose me will perish.

Years of scheming and effort had not gone to waste.

Hahaha!

Just as he was laughing wildly, an arrow shot swiftly from outside. The nearby Forbidden Army Guard rushed to block it, but was still a step too late. The arrowhead pierced through Prince Rong’s left chest. He stared at the arrow in disbelief, unable to recover for a long time.

"Father!" The Heir of Prince Rong shouted in terror.

The sudden change left him standing in shock. He couldn’t understand why everything seemed to be a success, and he was merely a step away from becoming the Crown Prince, yet in the next second, it all vanished like a bubble bursting.

On a rooftop of the palace wall, a highly skilled black-clad person was preparing to withdraw after shooting. He was a top archer whose arrows never missed.

Ordinary people couldn’t even hire him. If it weren’t for owing a favor to someone, he wouldn’t have made the trip. The capital seemed completely chaotic now, so he had better keep away, as he disliked trouble.

Thinking of this, the graceful young man waved a broad sleeve, and amidst the cold wind, the Silver Fish Spirit Jade on his waist danced with shimmering light, appearing as lifelike as a fish leaping and swaying its tail.

In a moment, his slender figure vanished into the air, leaving the empty glazed rooftop peaceful and undisturbed.

The momentary daze in the brain of the Forbidden Army’s commander passed. Seeing the stunned Heir of Prince Rong, he felt somewhat reassured; they still had an heir and thus still had a chance.

Suddenly, many archers gathered outside, surrounding them with soldiers who had long been ambushed.

The commander of the Forbidden Army shouted, "Protect the heir."

The subordinates quickly gathered around, forming layers of protection centered on the Heir of Prince Rong.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Arrows rained in through the windows from all sides.

Inside, the people were caught off guard; the soldiers resisted with all their might. But as time went on, their numbers dwindled, and the encirclement became weaker and weaker.

When the pile of corpses grew, only about thirty masters remained to guard the Heir of Prince Rong at the center position.

The surrounding sounds of killing shook the heavens. Watching more and more soldiers fall, the Heir of Prince Rong was long flustered. He didn’t expect that so many archers were still ambushed outside the hall.

At this moment, the arrow rain stopped, and the soldiers outside made way for a passage, through which Prince Yong entered boldly.

"All soldiers, listen to the order. Prince Rong has rebelled, and his crime deserves execution. Kill these traitors and avenge His Majesty."

With the advantage of a larger force, Prince Yong soon led his guards to annihilate the mutinous Forbidden Army, instantly isolating and surrounding the remnants of Prince Rong’s faction.

The Heir of Prince Rong glared at Prince Yong with a mix of anger and fear, cursing, "You despicable scoundrel, playing such a good hand of stealing the beam and replacing it with a post."

Prince Yong didn’t care what he was saying but drew his long sword and engaged him in combat, while the masters protecting the Heir of Prince Rong were surrounded by Prince Yong’s Hidden Guards.

The civil officials huddled to one side, trembling in fear. Today they witnessed what it means for the mantis to stalk the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Prince Rong first killed the other prince relatives and finally stormed the Great Hall, forcing the Emperor to his death.

Then Prince Yong, who was supposedly already buried, came back to life and killed Prince Rong and his group of traitors, absolutely unfathomable and unbelievable.

It’s important to know that Prince Yong was one of the brothers who killed the Emperor when he was still the Crown Prince. He was posthumously named Prince Yong by the previous Emperor, and no one expected him to be so scheming, using such a brilliant strategy to deceive everyone.

No matter how unwilling the Heir of Prince Rong was, it was too late. After hundreds of moves, he was finally run through by Prince Yong’s sword. He still stared unwillingly with wide eyes, as if wanting to pierce through the person in front of him. But what use was it?

Prince Yong coldly withdrew his long sword, and the body of the Heir of Prince Rong fell softly to the ground.

Laughing coldly, Prince Yong wiped the blood off his long sword onto the Fallen Heir of Prince Rong, who lay face-up on the ground.

"Dreaming of being the Crown Prince, what a foolish dream."

When everything settled, the ministers, trembling, kneeled in the hall center, shouting, "Prince Yong mighty, slaying traitors, upright and righteous, sacrificing personal relationships for the greater good, commanding respect."

"Prince Yong, with great talent and strategy, truly a blessing for Tianqi. We are willing to serve Prince Yong as Emperor."

At these words, the ministers below echoed loudly, "We are willing to serve Prince Yong as Emperor."

Prince Yong’s lips curved into a slight smile, looking contentedly at the ministers below.

These old folks have some insight, understanding that recognizing the situation is the way to protect their families.

He was disdainful inside, but what he said was, "Everyone is really too modest. This prince only received a secret message, learning that the emperor’s brother planned rebellion, and hurried over to assist, but unfortunately, still a step too late to save the emperor." With those words, he appeared heartbroken and regretful.

The ministers’ lips twitched. Who didn’t know the twists and turns involved? Stop pretending. You suddenly appearing as someone believed dead scared everyone; who are you putting on this act for?

It’s truly disgusting!

Although everyone was aware of the truth, officially, they still praised, "This is not Prince Yong’s fault; you came to stop Prince Rong’s rebellion, already doing your utmost, failing to save His Majesty is solely because Prince Rong was too swift, you shouldn’t be blamed."

Prince Yong was even more satisfied, deciding to keep these old foxes for now!

Later, whether to kill or to torture would still be a matter of his word, but now the most important thing was to purge the parties and stabilize the court.

Replace various important departments with trusted people.

Or let those ministers marry more daughters into the palace, enriching the harem; this way, interests are bound together, and wouldn’t they only support him? No matter how they don’t submit, what of it?