Love Lock

Chapter 343 Wait for me to come back
As the autumn wind blew and the wheels rolled, Zhao Zun leaned against the cool carriage wall inside the spacious carriage, his eyes closed, seemingly resting, but in reality, a silent storm was raging in his mind.

Every breath he took was accompanied by a deliberation of his actions; every heartbeat he made corresponded to the dangers he might encounter.

Every detail, every variable, was repeatedly rehearsed in his mind, disassembled and reassembled.

Today, only success is allowed; failure is not an option.

This belief was like a branding iron, deeply imprinted in the depths of his consciousness.

It's not just for that supreme position, but also for that heavy sense of attachment.

His maid was still at home, eagerly awaiting his return. His mother and Zhao Ling'er were also waiting for him, as were the countless people, friends, and soldiers of Cangzhou who trusted and followed him.

Their lives and fortunes depended on this trip.

He can't afford to lose, and he can't afford to lose.

The carriage swayed slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. His deep eyes showed no sign of fatigue, only an icy calm and resolute determination.

He lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and whispered to his accompanying guards, "Pass down the order that everyone take turns resting and conserving their energy before we reach our destination."

"Yes, Your Highness!" The guard acknowledged the order and left.

However, despite the order being given, Zhao Zun himself was wide awake.

He closed his eyes again, his fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on his knees, mimicking the rhythm of his movements.

In his mind, the layout of the Zichen Palace, the guards' shift schedule, the possible reactions of Emperor Jing, and even the faces of those opportunistic ministers flashed by.

He had to calculate and calculate again to ensure that no detail was overlooked, nipping any factors that might cause the plan to go astray in the bud.

……

The desolate mountains on the outskirts of Beijing are rarely visited by people. The autumn wind sweeps through the gradually withering grass, bringing with it a desolate lament.

The carriage came to a silent stop in front of a mountainside half-hidden by vines. Zhao Zun stepped out first, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his sharp gaze sweeping over the surroundings.

The sixteenth prince, who had been waiting there, immediately emerged from the shadows, clasped his hands in a fist and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, everything is going smoothly, the secret passage is clear. The thirteenth prince is already waiting for us at the dry well in the plum garden."

Zhao Zun nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

Soon, the guards who had been scattered arrived one after another and reunited at the entrance of the secret passage. There were only a few dozen of them, but each of them had sharp eyes and a calm demeanor, clearly making them the best of the best.

Once everyone had arrived, Zhao Zun looked around at them, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority.

"Gentlemen, the operation is imminent. I will emphasize again: our actions today are aimed at forcing Emperor Jing to abdicate, establishing a new dynasty, and restoring order to the world. All those in the palace are subjects of the Great Jing Dynasty. Unless absolutely necessary, they must not be killed indiscriminately. We must minimize casualties as much as possible. Our blades should be aimed at those who stubbornly resist, not at unarmed palace maids and eunuchs. Do you understand?"

"We obey Your Highness's command!" the guards responded in a low voice, their voices uniform and carrying an aura of iron will.

"Alright, let's move out!" Zhao Zun waved his hand and took the lead into the secret passage.

The group filed in. The secret passage was dark and damp, with poor air circulation, and carried a smell of earth and decay. But on one side of the passage, several stacks of clothing were neatly arranged. These were the palace guard uniforms and eunuch uniforms that the Thirteenth Prince had prepared in advance.

Without the slightest hesitation, everyone quickly took off their outer clothes and put on these disguises.

In a short while, a group of Cangzhou guards, who had been suppressing their murderous aura, transformed into seemingly ordinary palace guards and obsequious eunuchs.

However, the standard-issue swords they carried at their waists, and the M16 automatic rifles that seemed out of place in this era, silently proclaimed their extraordinary nature.

"Raise the lamps!" Zhao Zun ordered.

The guards took out the solar-powered lamps that had been prepared beforehand. The soft yet bright light instantly dispelled the darkness of the secret passage, illuminating the area dozens of feet in front and behind as if it were daytime.

Guided by the light, this strange group began to move quickly and silently along the winding secret passage.

They were all skilled in martial arts and moved with incredible speed, making even the complex underground passages feel like flat ground.

Their footsteps were deliberately softened, and their breathing was adjusted to be fine and long; only the rustling of their clothes echoed in the silent passage.

Zhao Zun walked at the front of the group, his solar-powered lamp casting a steady beam of light that illuminated the path ahead. His mind was still racing, constantly comparing the secret passage map in his memory to ensure he was on the right track.

Even at their pace, it would take them more than an hour to travel from this desolate mountain outside the capital to the dry well in the plum garden within the palace. This period was not only a test of physical strength but also an ordeal for their will.

He knew that if they charged straight in, with M16s at their disposal, dealing with the Eastern Ming army would be a piece of cake, let alone the people in the palace. But minimizing bloodshed and reducing casualties would be much more difficult.

But he couldn't show the slightest anxiety, because he was the backbone of everyone.

Time slips away silently in its rapid march.

……

Meanwhile, at the Zhao family residence in the capital.

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared completely behind the western mountains, night began to fall, and a pale full moon quietly climbed into the sky.

Liu Bo directed the servants and guards left behind in the mansion to place the prepared food, fruits, mooncakes, and fine wine on the large table in the center of the courtyard.

As planned, they were to enjoy the moon, drink, and eat here tonight, using this apparent leisure to mask their inner tension as they awaited news from the palace.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes.

Supported by Zitan and Jinju, Han Lei continued to stroll slowly in the courtyard.

She gripped the small walkie-talkie tightly in one hand, her palm damp with cold sweat. Her other hand supported her aching lower back, her brow furrowed with deep worry and tension.

Ever since Zhao Zun left in the afternoon, her heart had been hanging in suspense. She hardly sat down to rest, constantly pacing around the courtyard, glancing towards the palace from time to time, as if only in this way could she slightly alleviate the bone-deep worry.

Whether it was because she had been walking around for too long that day or because she was too nervous, she began to experience waves of unusual, sharp pain in her abdomen.

After setting out the food and wine, Aunt Li turned to Han Lei and said, "Your Highness, come and sit down to dine."

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that Han Lei's expression was unusual.

"Ugh..." Another wave of intense contractions hit, and Han Lei couldn't help but groan, her body swaying and almost losing her balance.

"Your Highness!" Zitan and Jinju exclaimed in surprise and quickly helped her up.

"Your Highness!" Aunt Li's expression changed, and she rushed over immediately.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"princess!"

Everyone was setting up dinner in the courtyard when they heard the shouts and gathered around.

"I...I think I'm going into labor." Cold sweat poured down Han Lei's forehead, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't stand up straight.

Although Han Lei had never given birth, she was a military doctor herself, and she knew very well that this kind of pain was uterine contractions.

Everyone present was shocked upon hearing this.

Zitan and Jinju supported Han Lei, at a loss for what to do. "What...what should we do?"

Aunt Li quickly stepped forward to support Han Lei, her face full of anxiety: "How could this happen? Wasn't it supposed to be the second day of the ninth month?"

Han Lei gritted her teeth and shook her head: "I...I don't know, yes...yes..."

Han Lei wanted to say that there were signs of premature labor, but since she gave birth half a month before her due date, it was not considered premature and was already within the full term range. It could only be that the labor started early.

Liu Bo was the most composed. His expression turned serious, and he quickly looked at the four midwives, shouting, "What are you all standing there for? Quickly help the Princess inside!"

The four midwives then realized what was happening and immediately surrounded her. After examining Han Lei's condition, their expressions turned serious.

"The princess is indeed going into labor early!" the head midwife said urgently. "Quickly, help the princess back to her room!"

With everyone's help, they carefully helped Han Lei back to the delivery room that had been prepared in advance.

Han Lei lay on the bed, her body covered in cold sweat. Waves of pain surged through her, becoming more and more intense and frequent.

One of the midwives remembered that Han Lei had been restless all afternoon and had barely eaten anything. She hadn't even had a chance to eat dinner when it was just served.

The midwife immediately called out to the door, "Quickly! Go and cook a bowl of thick, sweet egg soup for the princess. Be quick! Childbirth is hard work!"

The other midwives quickly sprang into action, boiling water and preparing clean cloths, scissors, and swaddling clothes for the baby... The delivery room was instantly filled with a tense but orderly flurry of activity.

Uncle Liu stood guard in the courtyard, listening to Han Lei's suppressed cries of pain coming from the delivery room. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, constantly rubbing his hands and pacing back and forth.

Those painful groans cut into his heart like knives.

He frowned, instinctively reaching for the walkie-talkie in his pocket used to contact the prince. A strong thought suddenly occurred to him: He had to notify the prince immediately! The princess was in critical condition!
But just as this thought crossed her mind, the curtain to the delivery room was suddenly flung open, and Zitan anxiously poked her head out, whispering, "Uncle Liu! The Princess has given an order! No matter what happens on her side, absolutely, absolutely do not inform the Prince at this time! The Prince and the others have been planning for so long, tonight is the best opportunity, we absolutely cannot let the Prince be distracted at this time!"

Uncle Liu's hand froze at his waist. Looking at Zi Tan's resolute yet worried eyes and listening to Han Lei's muffled groans of pain from inside the room, he finally nodded heavily.

He understood the princess's deeper meaning, but this made the waiting and torment all the more burdensome...

the other side.

At the end of the secret passage, a faint ray of light and fresh air, different from that in the underground passage, could be seen.

Zhao Zun raised his hand, signaling the team to stop.

He listened intently for a moment, and after confirming that there was no unusual noise above, he gently tapped the well wall a few times in the agreed-upon rhythm.

Soon, a response came from above.

A shrewd and capable face, also dressed in the uniform of a palace guard, peered down; it was none other than the Thirteenth Prince.

"Your Highness, everything is normal, come up quickly!" Da Shisan lowered his voice and spoke very quickly.

Zhao Zun was the first to grab the rope that Da Shisan had lowered, and nimbly climbed up the dry well.

The guards followed closely behind, leaping silently out of the well one after another.

After exiting the well, they quickly dispersed behind the artificial hills and trees in the plum garden, cautiously observing their surroundings.

At this moment, dusk was approaching, and the last rays of sunset were about to be swallowed by the dark blue night sky. The full moon became clearer and brighter, and its cool moonlight shone on the silent palace garden.

Just as the Thirteenth Prince reported, the harem was unusually quiet.

Because the emperor was holding a banquet in the Zichen Palace, the concubines went to attend the palace banquet, and the palace maids and eunuchs all went to serve them. Even most of the guards who usually patrolled were transferred to the front court to strengthen the guard. Only occasionally did one or two groups of listless soldiers walk by in the inner palace, and their vigilance was not high.

"How is it?" Zhao Zun asked Da Shisan in a low voice, taking advantage of the shadows.

"Your Highness, the palace banquet is being held in the Zichen Palace, and Consort Ru has also been invited. At this hour, the opera troupe should have already started their performance; it's the most lively time of day," the Thirteenth Prince quickly reported.

Zhao Zun looked up at the increasingly bright full moon, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "The timing is perfect. Let's move!"

Led by the Thirteenth Prince, this group, disguised as guards and eunuchs, moved like raccoons in the dark, cleverly avoiding the sparse patrols by taking advantage of the shadows of the palace and the cover of the gardens, and quickly sneaked towards the Zichen Palace of the previous dynasty.

Their movements were light and swift, and their teamwork was excellent, demonstrating a very high level of military skill.

The closer one gets to the Zichen Palace, the clearer the sounds of string and wind instruments and the faint murmurs in the air become. The magnificent lights of the palace illuminate the sky as if it were daytime, creating a stark contrast with the coldness of the inner palace.

Upon reaching the outer perimeter of the Zichen Palace, Zhao Zun made a hand gesture.

The group immediately understood, adjusted their posture and pace, no longer trying to conceal their presence, but instead straightening their backs and imitating the posture of palace guards on patrol, swaggering towards the palace gate.

Along the way, they encountered patrolling palace guards, but their attire and swaggering demeanor provided the best cover.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the large number of people at the palace banquet would not immediately attract the attention of the guards.

……

Inside the Zichen Palace, a lively atmosphere of clinking glasses, singing, and dancing filled the air.

Emperor Jing sat high on his throne, accepting the homage and toasts from his ministers with a smile on his face. However, deep within that smile, there was still a trace of worry that was not easily detected.

Consort Ru was seated next to the Empress. She remained calm, as if the lively and festive atmosphere of the hall had nothing to do with her; she was merely there to make up the numbers.

Chief eunuch Li Zhongxin, in a high-pitched voice, directed the junior eunuchs to move about, pouring wine and maintaining order at the banquet.

The gongs and drums on the stage were beating loudly, and a lively opera was being performed, attracting the attention of most people. Amidst this seemingly harmonious hustle and bustle, Zhao Zun and his entourage had already arrived outside the gates of the Zichen Palace.

"Halt! Which department are you from? Do you have your identification badges?"

The guards at the gate finally noticed that the group of "colleagues" rushing straight toward the Zichen Palace looked unfamiliar, and that there seemed to be more people on patrol than usual. They immediately stepped forward and raised their hands to stop them, their tone questioning.

Zhao Zun did not stop walking, but his personal guards behind him moved.

Instead of using the M16s they carried on their backs, they instantly drew their swords from their waists!
"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

The sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out, shattering the tranquility outside the palace!
The guards moved with lightning speed and ruthless precision, but deliberately avoided vital points, aiming only to force them back and subdue them, rather than kill them.

Although the guards at the gate were also elite, the incident happened suddenly, and the other party was the Cangzhou King's personal guards who had been through countless battles. How could they be a match for them?

In just a few exchanges, their weapons were deflected or they were skillfully knocked to the ground, losing their ability to resist.

The whole process was as fast as lightning, and it didn't even attract the attention of most people inside the hall.

Zhao Zun, expressionless and with steady steps, strode straight into the bustling Zichen Palace.

His figure appeared at the brightly lit palace entrance, like a cold shadow suddenly cutting into the warm atmosphere of singing and dancing.

Chief eunuch Li Zhongxin was the first to notice the anomaly. Seeing a group of men dressed as guards and eunuchs barging in armed, he was both shocked and enraged, shouting shrilly, "How dare you! Which palace do you serve from? Don't you know the rules?! You've disturbed His Majesty! How many heads do you have?!"

His voice was high-pitched and thin, finally drowning out the gongs and drums on the stage, drawing the attention of everyone in the hall.

The music stopped abruptly, and the singing and dancing ceased. All eyes were fixed on the group of uninvited guests at the door.

Ignoring Li Zhongxin's clamor, Zhao Zun's gaze was like two cold arrows, aimed directly at Emperor Jing on the throne.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it carried clearly throughout the suddenly silent hall:
"On this auspicious Mid-Autumn Festival, Prince Zhao Zun of Cangzhou has come to pay his respects to Your Majesty."

"Boom!"

The visitor's words were like a thunderclap that resounded throughout the entire hall.

"Zhao...Zhao Zun?!"

"Bang!"

Emperor Jing trembled, the color draining from his face instantly. The wine cup in his hand crashed onto the imperial table with a clatter, spilling the fine wine everywhere.

“Zhao… Zhao Zhao Zhao Zun?” A minister’s teeth were chattering.

"Mom, Mom! Zhao Zun?"

"Ah? Quick, someone come quick! Zhao Zhao..."

Upon hearing that it was the traitor Zhao Zun, the royal family members and high-ranking officials in the hall jumped up reflexively, all of them stunned and speechless, like stone statues.

Zhao Zun, the King of Cangzhou?
Shouldn't he be in Cangzhou, Qingzhou, or Yizhou?

During the morning court session, the ministers were still speculating that the King of Cangzhou would have his soldiers attack after the Mid-Autumn Festival. How did he suddenly appear in the palace?

The King of Cangzhou has appeared, but what about the Cangzhou army?

Emperor Jing sprang from his throne as if he had seen a ghost, his finger trembling as he pointed at Zhao Zun, his voice distorted with extreme fear: "You...how could you be here?! Guards! Guards, protect me! Protect me! Secret guards! Imperial guards! Seize this traitor for me!!"

As Emperor Jing shouted hoarsely, the hidden guards who had appeared in the shadows of the hall immediately swarmed forward, swords drawn, and rushed straight at Zhao Zun!

"Protect the Prince!" Old Meng shouted at the entrance of the main hall, and his guards instantly formed a battle formation.

Hearing the commotion from afar, the palace guards rushed over from all directions. However, facing an enemy force that far outnumbered them, the guards did not intend to linger and instead aimed for a swift victory.

They quickly swung the M16s behind them to the front, raising the cold, modern-looking guns.

"Da da da da da—!!"

A rapid and deadly gunshot suddenly rang out! Flames sprayed and spent cartridges flew everywhere!

The palace guards and secret guards at the forefront were struck as if by an invisible hammer, their bodies bursting with blood, and they fell down in droves screaming!

The M16's terrifying rate of fire and power demonstrated overwhelming terror in this era of cold weapons!
"what--!"

"Bang bang!"

The tables and chairs were slammed together, creating a loud crash, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

The stench of blood quickly filled the air, and screams echoed throughout the hall. The royal family members and high-ranking officials attending the banquet instinctively covered their heads and fled. Some hid behind pillars, while others crouched on the ground screaming.

The guards who had just tried to rush forward were completely stunned by this terrifying weapon that they had never heard of or seen before.

They watched in horror as their companions died instantly, their steps heavy as lead. Though they still held their swords, they dared not take another step forward.

"Aim...Aim Sixteen...It's Aim Sixteen!"

Upon witnessing the power of this "demonic weapon," some ministers instantly guessed that it was the "Aim XVI," which had been the most talked-about topic in the court these days.

Upon hearing this, everyone was terrified, their faces turning deathly pale and their bodies trembling like leaves.

Emperor Jing watched helplessly as his trusted secret guards and bodyguards were rendered utterly ineffective against the enemy's terrifying weapons.

Terrified, he slumped onto the dragon throne, shouting incoherently, "The New Army! Where is my New Army?! Quickly issue my decree to send the New Army to the palace to rescue me! Hurry!"

Zhao Zun stood still, only giving a cold smile, his gaze sweeping towards the outside of the hall.

"Quickly, save the emperor! Charge!"

Outside the palace square, a large group of soldiers dressed in new military uniforms rushed over, shouting and yelling, clearly there to protect the emperor.

The leader was none other than Da Jiu, whom Emperor Jing relied on.

"Ha!" Emperor Jing's eyes lit up. He stood up from his seat, stretched out his hand and shouted, "Great Ninth, quickly seize these treacherous officials for me."

As he spoke, his gaze turned to Zhao Zun, his eyes flashing with malice and a hint of disdain.

Although Zhao Zun possesses a "demon weapon," Da Jiu's new army had just repelled the Dongming army and returned in triumph. They should be able to put up a fight against these few dozen people in the palace.

Just as Emperor Jing was thinking this, the new army, which had rushed to the shop entrance with great momentum, suddenly stopped and stood still. Only Da Jiu, dressed in armor, strode into the shop.

Just as Emperor Jing was about to say something, Da Jiu glanced at him sideways, walked straight to Zhao Zun, knelt on one knee, and said in a loud voice, "Greetings, Your Highness! All those who resisted outside have been eliminated. Please give your instructions, Your Highness."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Jing's face turned ashen, and his last glimmer of hope was utterly extinguished.

The people inside the hall were also greatly surprised.

These new troops are His Majesty's personal guards! Even the new army has sided with Zhao Zun?
Those ministers who were good at changing their tune according to the wind, seeing this situation, how could they not understand that the tide had turned?

They whispered among themselves, exchanging glances, seemingly aware of the current situation and that survival was of paramount importance.

After a brief silence, an elderly minister with white hair and beard stepped forward and knelt down tremblingly.

He led the shouts: "Uh... Heaven, it is the will of Heaven! Your Majesty, I beg you to follow the will of Heaven and abdicate in favor of the King of Cangzhou! The King of Cangzhou is a wise and capable ruler, a man of unparalleled talent in both literature and military strategy, and will surely lead the Great Jing Dynasty to create a prosperous era!"

With one person taking the lead, the other ministers who were watching also reacted one after another, kneeling down like a tide, shouting in unison.

"Your Majesty, please abdicate!"

"Long live the King of Cangzhou!"

"Long live the new emperor!"

The sounds merged into one, resounding throughout the entire Zichen Palace.

Those few ministers who had originally harbored a glimmer of hope or were loyal to Emperor Jing, despite their reluctance, had no choice but to kneel down with pale faces, their families attending the palace banquet today, and dared not utter the slightest objection.

Zhao Zun stood in the center of the hall, bathed in various gazes that were either awe-inspiring, fearful, or obsequious, yet his expression remained cold and stern.

He glanced at the palace guards and secret guards lying in pools of blood and sighed softly.

The M16's power was unmatched, and this outcome was within his expectations. It was just a pity for those innocent guards.

Zhao Zun walked step by step to the throne, looking at the slumped Emperor Jing, his voice devoid of any emotion: "Your Majesty, did you hear that? Stop resisting! This is the will of the people, and the will of Heaven. Draft the edict!"

Emperor Jing trembled, looking into Zhao Zun's unfathomable and murderous eyes, then at the trembling ministers below who had instantly turned against him, and at the menacing New Army and personal guards outside the palace. Finally, he closed his eyes in despair.

He slumped his shoulders, waved his hand weakly, his teeth still chattering, and hoarsely said, "Draft...draft an edict...I...abdicate..."

The overall situation is decided!

The idea that he had previously considered discussing with Zhao Zun the possibility of each becoming king and dividing the world if absolutely necessary was no longer on his mind, was now completely abandoned in the face of the overwhelming opposition.

Li Zhongxin, the chief eunuch who had been hiding behind a pillar, crawled out tremblingly to draft the imperial edict. With all the officials from the Three Offices and Six Ministries present, it saved a lot of trouble, and the edict was unanimously approved.

After Li Zhongxin mustered his courage and publicly read out the abdication edict, everything was settled.

Holding the imperial edict, Zhao Zun gave his guards a wink, and Lao Meng and Da Jiu immediately stepped forward to begin arranging the follow-up matters in an orderly manner.

He took over key defenses of the palace, took inventory of personnel, and comforted the frightened concubines and relatives.

Da Jiu took out a list and read aloud the names of ministers he had collected during his court sessions who had already expressed their willingness to surrender or who could be won over, so that they could help stabilize the situation.

As for those stubborn and clearly uncooperative former officials, they were unceremoniously "invited" away by the guards and temporarily imprisoned to prevent them from causing trouble in the new dynasty and affecting its stability.

"Old Meng, Li Zhongxin is familiar with palace affairs. Having him help you handle things will speed things up a lot," Zhao Zun instructed Old Meng.

Li Zhongxin, who was already paralyzed with fear, grasped at the words as if they were a lifeline and scrambled to his feet to kowtow and accept the order.

After quickly issuing a series of follow-up orders and ensuring that the situation in the entire palace was under control, Zhao Zun's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

He subconsciously reached out and touched the small walkie-talkie hanging at his waist.

At this moment, what he most wanted to hear was the voice that haunted his dreams.

He pressed the call button and said in a deep voice, "Girl, the important matter in the palace has been accomplished, and everything is fine now. Wait for me to come back."

These words were instantly transmitted to the Zhao family residence in the capital via radio waves.

Not only did the walkie-talkie by Han Lei's bedside ring, but Zhao Zun's steady and powerful voice also came from the walkie-talkies on the waists of Uncle Liu and several guards who stayed behind in the courtyard.

"It's done, it's done."

"It's a success! Your Highness has succeeded!"

"Ah—that's great!"

The tense atmosphere in the courtyard, which had been heavy due to the princess's childbirth, was instantly broken by the immense joy. Everyone cheered and their faces lit up with relieved smiles.

Uncle Liu felt relieved, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his old face.

Han Lei's cries of pain still echoed from the delivery room. This joy lasted only a moment before Uncle Liu immediately thought of the princess, whose condition was still unknown in the delivery room, and his expression turned serious again.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the walkie-talkie, pressed the call button forcefully, and his voice was filled with barely suppressed anxiety and trembling:

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Something terrible has happened! The Princess Consort... the Princess Consort went into labor early during dinner and has been in labor ever since! But... but judging from the sounds coming from inside, the situation is very bad! The Princess Consort is barely able to call out! The midwife said... she's afraid it will be a difficult birth!!"

Zhao Zun, who was about to order a detailed inquiry into the family's situation, lost all color in his face upon hearing Uncle Liu's urgent report, which was choked with sobs!
"what?!"

His pupils suddenly contracted, and an unprecedented panic overwhelmed him like ice water! He could even feel his heart suddenly stop beating!
Is the baby having a difficult childbirth?

At this moment when he most needed to share his joy of victory with her, she was struggling on the brink of life and death on the other side!

Without any hesitation, Zhao Zun turned around abruptly and sternly said to Lao Meng and Da Jiu, who had just taken over the defense of the palace, "This is your responsibility! Make sure everything is foolproof!"

He then glared at the Sixteenth Prince: "Sixteenth Prince! Immediately seize two of the best imperial physicians and bring them back to the palace with me! Hurry!!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already shot out like an arrow, rushing out of the Zichen Palace, which was still filled with the strong smell of blood, and heading towards the door.

The throne he had just acquired was of far less importance to him than the safety of the woman in the delivery room!