Joy of Life: I am a Han Dynasty succubus, and I rebel from the beginning

Liu Ming took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"After we go to the north, I'm afraid the entire capital will fall into Fan Mang's hands! Fan Mang will definitely put the crime of regicide on me."

"By then, how many nobles do you think will support me? How can they fight against the well-trained 100,000 Beijing troops with only a few hundred private soldiers?"

There is one more thing that is most painful.

Because the Han Dynasty had been peaceful for a long time and had never been invaded by foreign enemies, in order to develop industry and commerce, it was simply demolished.

This results in the fact that there are basically no important cities in the entire world.

The trusted general hesitated for a moment.

"What do you think, Your Highness?"

"Gather the Liu clan members and spread the news of Fan Mang's regicide to the entire capital!"

Liu Ming had a resolute look on his face and clenched his fists.

"I want everyone in the world to see their true faces. At worst, I can prove it with the blood of the royal family!"

Several trusted generals hesitated for a while, gritted their teeth, and knelt on the ground.

"I wish to be the left lapel of the great man!"

More than a dozen close confidants lined up anxiously late at night and went to clan members' and ministers' residences to pass on the news from the palace.

Liu Ming was already wearing armor, holding two guns, and staring at the palace gate with sharp eyes.

Dozens of ministers and clan members hurried over with thousands of private soldiers.

It’s a pity that the Han people don’t ban swords and knives, but they do ban guns!

Otherwise, they could rush into the palace and kill the traitors while Fan Mang has not yet completely taken control of the imperial guards.

Fan Mang, with more than 3,000 imperial guards who reluctantly obeyed him, hurriedly opened the palace gate with a gloomy face.

Fan Xin was right. This kid Liu Ming was really planning to start a war in Kyoto.

Fan Mang pointed at Liu Ming and cursed him.

"Boy, isn't everything I do for you? How can a person of an outsider like me usurp the throne? It's because the emperor is incompetent, so I came here to assist you."

It’s better not to say this.

When he said this, Liu Ming's eyes turned red.

His mother was Empress Fan Xin, his uncle was a general, and he himself was not a incompetent person.

It was definitely the version of the eldest son who was the crown prince, but it ended up being because of Fan Mang.

Even if he ascended the throne, it would not be legitimate and he would definitely be forced to give it to his other brothers.

"How dare you! The emperor can be removed from office by the Council of Military Nobles. How can you be the only one to make irresponsible remarks? I will kill the regicide, even if you are my uncle!"

Fan Mang smiled contemptuously and waved his hand.

The imperial guards under his command brought out cannons, firearms, and hot weapons to intimidate the group of ministers and clan relatives who had hastily gathered.

"So! Liu Ming, I will give you another chance. I can support you to become the emperor."

Liu Ming sat on a tall horse with an upright posture. Not willing to be outdone, he walked towards the imperial guards step by step.

"Han Imperial Guards, are you sure that after your hands are stained with the blood of the emperor, you are now stained with the blood of the prince?"

"Back off! Wait until I kill the traitors, and I will forgive you for what happened."

The imperial guards looked at each other, and without putting down their guns, they silently raised their guns towards the sky.

Liu Ming looked at Fan Mang sarcastically.

The Han Dynasty had been established for three hundred years, so how could Fan Mang know how great it was?

He never killed meritorious officials, paid attention to the lives of the people, supported the poor and small and medium-sized landlords, and allowed the bourgeoisie and the proletariat to have access to political power.

Proud, confident, noble, wealthy and powerful, these are the characters synonymous with the Han people of this era.

Fan Mang shouted with all his might.

"Shoot! This general will reward him with a thousand gold coins, make him a marquis, and give him the entire North."

After a long while, no one moved, and Liu Ming had already walked into the imperial guards with a smile of victory on his face.

Fan Mang gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. There was no turning back now.

"Bang..." After a gunshot.

Liu Ming covered his chest in disbelief and fell off his horse. No one could believe it. The regicide happened in the palace. Not many people saw it. Fan Mang still had something to say.

Killing the prince in the street now, if this isn't treason, then what is he?
"Fan Mang killed the crown prince, he is a traitor!"

Dozens of ministers and clan members were filled with grief and anger, and led their private soldiers to charge into the imperial guards.

But the gap in strength was too great, and just like the Han army's massacre of overseas countries, countless people fell from their wounds.

Fan Mang laughed wildly.

"The Imperial Guards are in my hands. In a few days, the 100,000 Beijing troops will also fall into my hands. Who can stop me?"

After saying this, Fan Mang covered his face and started crying again.

After hundreds of years, Fan Qingshi finally gained control of the Han Dynasty after replacing Han Qingshi.

Minister of Personnel Zhang Yu watched everything, veins bulging all over his body, but he still held back and was dragged by the imperial guards to Fan Mang's feet.

Fan Mang deliberately scolded the soldiers a few times, pretended to be courteous, and helped Zhang Yu up.

"Sir Shangshu, I know that your Zhang family, a noble family with military merit, not only holds positions in the court, but is also responsible for the history of the Han Dynasty."

"As long as you promise me one small favor, I can continue to treat you with high positions and generous salaries."

Seeing him look so amiable and covered in blood, the imperial guards beside him couldn't help but turn their heads.

Zhang Yu sneered and spat on Fan Mang's face.

"Do you know what loyalty and filial piety are? You are a traitor!"

"The reason I am still alive is not because I am afraid of death, but because I want to record all this in history books."

Fan Mang was furious and kicked Zhang Yu away. He put the black muzzle of the gun against Zhang Yu's head and spoke viciously.

"Write! Emperor Liu Li and Prince Liu Ming died of illness!"

Zhang Yu spat out a mouthful of blood foam, his eyes still bright.

"Emperor Liu Li and Prince Liu Ming died at the hands of the traitor Fan Mang."

Fan Mang laughed out of anger and shot Zhang Yu dead. Anyway, he had already killed thousands of people today, so he didn't care about killing a few more.

The remaining fifty-odd people in Zhang's house, including men, women, old and young, were forcibly brought to Fan Mang's feet.

Fan Mang stared at the group of people sternly, with countless guns pointed at them.

"Who is responsible for writing the history of the Han Dynasty? It says that Emperor Liu Li and Prince Liu Ming died of illness."

Unexpectedly, the men, women, young and old in the Zhang family were indifferent and looked at Fan Mang with contempt.

"The Han Dynasty has nurtured scholars for three hundred years. We, the military nobles, have been favored by the emperor for generations. We are unable to kill the rebels. This is due to our ability!"

Fan Mang waved his hand, and countless gunshots rang out.

Except for a few descendants who escaped, all the others of Zhang Liang were killed.

"When I have commanded 100,000 troops from the capital, I will be the emperor. You people have read so much that you have become stupid. Don't you know that truth lies in the hands of power?"

The gates of Kyoto were wide open, and thousands of Hu cavalry rushed into Kyoto and took control of the armory.

Fan Mang killed all the descendants of the Liu family in the imperial palace, and then he forced the military nobles in the capital army to surrender, as well as those who refused to submit.

A few days later, the news spread throughout the world, causing an uproar.

The military nobles in the north were filled with grief and indignation and declared independence. The big businessmen and the bourgeoisie in the south also recruited assassins to assassinate Fan Mang.

Fan Mang was dismissive of this. With millions of Han troops heading overseas, he was currently the most powerful person in the Han Dynasty.

He brazenly proclaimed himself emperor and changed the country's name to Qing.

He greatly raised the status of slaves, became friends with the ten major Hu tribes, and borrowed 30,000 Hu cavalry.

The news was spread overseas, promising that local princes would be able to establish themselves and no longer have to pay heavy tributes every year.

After a series of operations, Fan Mang actually managed to secure the precarious throne.

However, the Han Dynasty had basically lost all of its territories around the world. Even in the Central Plains, the military nobles in the north would not be deployed by Fan Mang.

The former Qing Kingdom, the former Qing Kingdom’s territory has returned, except for the Eight Roads.

In the second year of Fan Mang's reign as emperor, he looked at the meager taxes that could not even support the army in the capital, and he widened his eyes in disbelief and grabbed the Minister of Revenue by the neck.

"How can the tax be so low? Can this money and food support 30,000 troops?" (End of this chapter)