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Chapter 241 His Majesty Invites You to Travel With Him
The east gate was silently opened in front of Tiele. When Tiele saw the somewhat unfamiliar general standing in front of him, he raised his eyebrows slightly. At such an important moment, Wutu was not here, which made him not very happy.

"Where is your general?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, the General has just been summoned by the Hall of Diligent Governance. It seems they want to discuss the defense of Yandu." The general bowed and said, "Your Highness, rest assured, the General has already instructed that I will stay here without leaving your side until General Yeli arrives!"

Tiele nodded. "Do a good job. Once everything settles down, there will be rewards. I never let my men down!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!" The young general's face was full of joy.

Amidst the clatter of hooves, the Tiele entourage gradually disappeared into the distance. The general behind them watched their retreating figures with amusement until they vanished from sight, then waved his hand and said, "Close the gate!"

The heavy gate was closed again, and one after another, thick gate bars were put up behind the gate and embedded in the city wall at both ends. Barricades were pushed over from both sides and piled up in the gate opening.

The city of Yandu was unusually quiet.

Normally, the curfew in Yandu would begin at Hai Shi (9-11 PM), but since Fu Qingzhu left Yandu a month ago, signaling the countdown to the death of Emperor Yingzhuo of the Great Yuan Dynasty, the curfew in Yandu has been moved to You Shi (5-7 PM).

Almost as soon as it got dark, the streets were already off-limits to pedestrians.

This naturally caused great inconvenience to the people of Yandu.
But there is no way around it.

An emperor is about to fall, a dynasty is about to change.
There is nothing bigger than this.

On a larger scale, this event has implications for the global situation.

On a smaller scale, the lives of every ordinary person will be greatly affected by this event.

The few streetlights on both sides of the road emitted a dim, swaying yellow light, casting long shadows of pedestrians on the bluestone pavement. Occasionally, the moon would peek out from behind the thick clouds, casting its cool light upon the world, a refreshing sight.

But such moments are fleeting; more often, thick, dark clouds block out all the light.

In the midst of complete darkness, there was one place that was brightly lit.

That place was the end of the Tiele people's journey, and the imperial palace of the Yuan Dynasty.

"Tiele, I'm not feeling well!" Duanmu Miaomiao rode up to Tiele's side and whispered.

"Granny is overthinking it. This is Yandu, and Father has already made all the arrangements!" Tiele said in a low voice.

"Be careful!" Duanmu Miaomiao said.

Tiele took a deep breath. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't nervous at the moment, but thinking about the painstaking arrangements he had made over the past few days, and more importantly, his father's high regard for him, he felt that everything was in his grasp.

As long as Father Emperor is still alive, then no accidents will occur.

"Your Highness, you've arrived? Quickly, quickly!" A young eunuch trotted over and took the reins of Tiele's horse.

"What's wrong?" Tiele recognized the man; he seemed to be the little eunuch who always tidied up his father's study in the Hall of Diligent Governance.

"His Majesty is dying! He's just opening his eyes and calling Your Highness's name!" the young eunuch said anxiously. "Lord Li and the others are all by his bedside, waiting for you!"

Tiele was greatly alarmed. He slapped his horse with both hands and led the way into Xuanwu Gate.

Upon entering Xuanwu Gate, the first thing that catches the eye is a huge square that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. Many times, the ceremonies for the Yuan Dynasty's expeditions were held here.

After receiving the emperor's rewards and orders here, the troops walked out of Xuanwu Gate and embarked on their journey.

However, there wasn't a single person in sight inside Xuanwu Gate today, not even a guard.

A sense of unease arose in Tiele's heart, and he abruptly pulled his warhorse to a stop.

The little eunuch who was leading the way was still running ahead.

As soon as Duanmu reached out, the little eunuch cried out in surprise and was involuntarily sent flying backward, then slammed down in front of Tiele's horse with a thud.

However, nothing is needed anymore.

Because everything that is happening before our eyes has already explained everything.

In the main hall ahead, and behind it, a dense army surged out. On the rooftops, rows of archers appeared. Behind them, on the walls of Xuanwu Gate, torches snaked like a long dragon. The Xuanwu Gate, through which they had just entered, was now completely blocked by soldiers. Several crossbow bolts, as thick as a child's arm, gleamed with a cold, eerie light on two powerful crossbows.

"Ambush!" the followers exclaimed, and in the next moment, everyone surrounded Tiele, tightly enveloping him. In that instant, Tiele understood something.

He stared intently at the ever-growing number of guards ahead and roared hoarsely, "Wu Tu!"

Wutu did not appear, but Azaxi appeared in front of the Tiele.

"Your Highness, Wutu is currently deploying troops outside the city to prepare for any possible rebellion by Yeli, so he cannot come to pay his respects!" Azaxi chuckled.
"How is Father?" Tiele asked sternly.

"Your Highness, His Majesty has passed away. His will bequeaths the throne to His Highness the Third Prince Aktun. At present, Ministers such as Duke Li, Yelü Chongguang, and Xianshi have confirmed this in the Hall of Diligent Governance."

"Fine!" Tiele laughed angrily. "Then I should at least pay my respects to the new emperor. What's the meaning of you blocking me here?"

Azaxi laughed smugly: "Second Prince, His Majesty truly cherishes you and fears that you will be mistreated in this world after his passing. Therefore, his will stipulates that the Second Prince must accompany him!"

Before Azaxi could finish speaking, Duanmu Miaomiao had already dashed away like a ghost.

With a master of innate skill by Tiele's side, Azaxi was naturally prepared. Although he was talking to Tiele, his attention was always on the people around Tiele.

As Duanmu Miaomiao moved, Azaxi quickly retreated and disappeared into the crowd. The soldiers gathered around, their long spears pointing outwards to form a battle formation. On the rooftops, arrows rained down like a storm upon the Tiele group, including Duanmu Miaomiao.

The Tiele group consisted of only about twenty people. Although everyone was a master of martial arts, they were surrounded by the army from all sides. Under the barrage of countless arrows, all their horses were immediately riddled with arrows. More arrows continued to come, and people were injured with muffled groans from time to time, which made their circle smaller and smaller.

Duanmu Miaomiao charged straight ahead. The arrows, upon reaching her, seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, veering off course, some soaring into the sky, others plunging into the ground. With a swift grab, the sharp, gleaming swords and spears in front of her clashed violently. As Duanmu Miaomiao landed, the soldiers within a radius of ten feet around her were scattered like bullets, instantly clearing a large area.

At the top of the main hall, drums and horns sounded in rapid succession.

More soldiers surged forward, not in scattered charges, but in groups of soldiers tightly packed together, like a wall, pressing down on Duanmu Miaomiao from all sides. Looking around, there were at least twenty or thirty groups.

Duanmu Miaomiao's face was gradually turning red. In the end, her exposed skin was like a piece of blood-red jade. With each flick of her fingers, soldiers fell with muffled groans. What was terrifying was that after these soldiers fell, their blood gushed out from their seven orifices, converging in the air, and the blood line was faintly connected to Duanmu Miaomiao.

Moments later, dozens of such blood lines formed a blood net, and wherever the blood net passed, the soldiers fell in rows.

However, while those in front fell, those behind continued to push forward, urged on by the drums and horns. Those behind could not see what was ahead; people pressed together, shoulder to shoulder, slowly moving forward to the sound of the drums and horns.

In the blink of an eye, Duanmu Miaomiao killed nearly a hundred people, but the space she could occupy actually became smaller.

"Granny, get His Highness out of here first!" a guard shouted sternly.

They knew they had no chance of escaping today, but fortunately, there was still Granny Duanmu here. Perhaps this master of the Innate level could take Tiele away.

As long as the Tiele people escape alive, they haven't lost this game.

With a long howl, Duanmu Miaomiao charged straight back. In the past year, she once again carved a bloody path through the dense ranks of soldiers. The blood net gathered in the air, illuminated by countless torches, appeared even more alluring and terrifying.

On one side of Xuanwu Gate, in an inconspicuous little side room, Zhou Yi squinted at Duanmu Miaomiao, who was wreaking havoc, and couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

As expected, a master of innate talent is not from the same world as ordinary people. In that instant, no fewer than a hundred people died at the hands of Duanmu Miaomiao.

However, there were too many enemies and no room to maneuver, which meant that even if Duanmu Miaomiao killed more than a hundred more people, she would not be able to turn the tide of the battle. Instead, she would be crushed to death by the layers of soldiers pressing in.

Of course, this is assuming that Duanmu Miaomiao doesn't run away.

The problem is that it might be easy for Duanmu Miaomiao to leave, but it won't be easy for her to take Tiele with her.

Don't underestimate those extremely insidious Qi-breaking cones hidden among the arrows. They were shot by at least several Xuan Yuan level experts. Their targets were only two people: Tie Le and Duanmu Miaomiao. Zhou Yi could imagine that these Qi-breaking cones must have some small gadgets attached to them as well.

Just like the weapons they prepared this time.

How could a country not have a few weapons to counter innate masters?

"Make your move!" Zhou Yi pulled up a black cloth to cover his face. He was very influential in Yandu and many people knew him.

The small room looks like it can only accommodate a few people, but when there is a passageway in the room that leads directly underground, it's hard to say how many people it can hold.

A heavily armed team, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, suddenly joined the battle, leaving both sides momentarily bewildered.

Where did it come from?

(End of this chapter)