Ming Dynasty Detective 1546

Chapter 272 Everyone laughs at me, but I'm the funniest one!

"what--!!"

A sharp and shrill scream rang out, and Consort Du staggered, knocking over the table and the stove on the embroidered stool. A wave of intense pain washed over her.

"you you!!"

The physical pain paled in comparison to the mental disbelief she felt; she simply couldn't believe what the other person had done.

"How could a woman with no physical strength, relying solely on scheming and trickery, possibly seize imperial power and rule the world?"

Wang Zuo's punches were ruthless and deadly, clearly indicating that he was on guard against his opponent's martial arts skills.

After all, although the move "Emperor's Death" has been broken, it does not mean that "Prince Yuan" himself has no strength.

However, what was both unexpected and reasonable was that Consort Du Kang really did not know martial arts.

He was knocked down with a single punch.

Wang Zuo was somewhat disappointed, yet also somewhat relieved.

The result of his all-out attack was that warm liquid flowed down between Consort Du Kang's legs, staining her skirt with a striking scarlet color.

Her fingers dug into the cracks in the floor tiles, and she glared at Wang Zuo, her eyes fixed on him: "Are you out of your mind? The child in my womb... is a dragon's offspring!"

"Dragon seed?"

Wang Zuo cracked his fist, a chilling sneer creeping across his lips: "The offspring of a traitor, does he even deserve to be called a dragon's offspring?"

"Madman! Madman!"

Consort Du Kang initially thought Hai Yue was a fearless newborn calf, but only now did she realize that the real threat was actually this Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard whom she had previously looked down upon.

The ruthless and decisive attack of her opponent was a direct strike at her greatest defense.

child……

The baby is going to die!
"puff!"

Consort Du Kang, overcome with rage, vomited a mouthful of blood. Her blood-stained fingertips clenched futilely, and she forced out a broken curse: "The Emperor... will not let you go..."

What was that noise just now?

Just then, a head peeked out from the doorway.

That was Zhu Yuwen, the Prince of Tang.

"Someone come! Someone come!"

Upon witnessing the horrific scene inside the room, Zhu Yuwen was first shocked, then reacted swiftly and ran out, her piercing screams quickly carrying across the room: "Something's happened! Something terrible has happened! Consort Kang has been attacked—"

Upon hearing the cries for help, Lu Bing, who had just been sent away, was the first to arrive.

He pushed the door open and rushed inside.

The sight before him made his blood freeze—

Consort Du collapsed to the ground, her skirt soaked in blood, her face as pale as paper, her fingers gripping the ground so tightly that her nails were almost broken.

The most shocking thing is the trail of blood beneath him!
"Imperial Physician! Call the Imperial Physician!"

Lu Bingxian roared outwards, his voice almost tearing apart.

Then, looking at Wang Zuo who was standing motionless, he said in a trembling voice, "Sir, what... what's going on?"

'Emperor Tang…'

Wang Zuo frowned.

Zhu Yuwen's stance has always been uncertain to him.

Were they being manipulated and kept in the dark by the thieves of the Liyuan Society?
Or did they know about Li Yuanshe's conspiracy early on and cooperate silently?
However, the Tang Emperor appeared far too early this time.

He arrived too early to arrange the scene, so he shifted the blame for the concubine's miscarriage to other places and only took responsibility for the failure of the guard.

Following Lu Bing's intrusion, several more people appeared, causing chaos among the crowd.

The palace maids screamed and scattered, the eunuchs stumbled to find the imperial physician, and Prince Zhu Yuwen of Tang was pale as a ghost, pointing at Wang Zuo and saying, "Was it you? How dare you harm Consort Kang?"

Wang Zuo's expression was as cold and hard as iron; he remained motionless.

Consort Du Kang lay on the ground, moaning softly.

No one dared to help them up directly; they all waited for the imperial physician.

When the old imperial physician arrived, he didn't dare to approach, his trembling figure suggesting he was ready to lie down at any moment.

at last.

A sharp shout came from outside the hall—

"what happened?"

Zhu Houcong strode in, his dragon robe fluttering.

His gaze swept from Consort Du Kang's pale face to the pool of blood on the ground, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"His Majesty!"

Zhu Yuwen's voice was tense: "Wang Zuo, he—"

Lu Bing interrupted, "Your Majesty! Consort Kang's safety is of utmost importance!"

Zhu Houcong took a deep breath and said coldly, "Quickly diagnose my beloved concubine!"

The old imperial physician then stopped shivering and slowly stepped forward, while several palace maids carefully helped Consort Du Kang back to bed.

After a brief examination, the old imperial physician said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, but the pregnancy is showing signs of separation, and I fear it is unlikely to survive..."

No one was surprised.

With so much blood flowing from her abdomen, it would be truly remarkable if the fetus could still survive.

Even so, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Consort Du Kang's eyes widened, and her lips trembled.

Suddenly his body stiffened, and then he began to convulse violently.

"not good!"

The old imperial physician pressed on her philtrum; her skin was cold and damp, and her pulse was erratic. He hurriedly administered acupuncture, but he could not prevent the blood from her lower body from gushing out more and more, which quickly soaked the entire brocade quilt.

Since the pregnancy was still in its early stages, the bleeding had already stopped at that level.

"My son...my son!"

Amidst the heart-wrenching cries that brought sorrow to all who heard them and tears to those who witnessed them, Zhu Houcong's gaze pierced Wang Zuo like a blade: "Wang Zuo! What have you done!"

The hall suddenly became silent.

Haiyue and her two companions were also on the periphery of the crowd.

Just now, they went to the painted boat and examined Zheng Mama's body.

Yan Shifan and Tao Dianzhen were still somewhat hesitant, but Haiyue knew that Wang Zuo had made his move.

Even Haiyue thought that Wang Zuo would only target those close to Consort Du Kang. He would first clip their wings, and then find a way to expose the main person.

result.

This person acted so decisively, it was truly lightning fast.

Zheng Mama's body hadn't even hardened yet, but here, Consort Du's unborn child was already gone.

have to say.

This deadly move was indeed swift and decisive, but it was also extremely dangerous.

It's almost unrealistic to expect to completely conceal the past.

at this point.

Wang Zuo could not escape unscathed.

"Your subject commands the execution of the traitor!"

"Traitor? Are you referring to my concubines? Or my unborn son?"

"Your Majesty, this woman is not Consort Du Kang, but the leader of the Liyuan Society, 'Yuan Tianzi'! She is faking her pregnancy to deceive the emperor and intends to bring chaos to the country!"

"Absurd! Absurd! Your Majesty, Wang Zuo has gone mad! How dare he slander the concubines of the harem like this!"

"Wang Zuo, do you have any evidence?"

A possible confrontation flashed through his mind. Wang Zuo took a deep breath, knelt down, and said directly, "Your subject is guilty!"

"Guards, take him away and interrogate him thoroughly!"

Seeing His Majesty's fury, and seeing that the gentleman made no attempt to defend himself, Lu Bing hesitated, but ultimately swallowed his words.

Now is not the time; let's wait until we have a clear understanding of the situation before discussing anything else.

Everyone left, and soon only two people remained in the room.

"His Majesty!"

Consort Du Kang curled up on the bed, her slender white fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning blue from the force.

She raised her pale, paper-white face, her eyes brimming with tears, her lips trembling slightly.

I had expected to see pity in Zhu Houcong's eyes at this moment, or perhaps fury at the murderer—

After all, it's a dragon's offspring.

It is this man's flesh and blood.

However, the moment she looked up, she met a pair of eyes colder than a frozen pool.

Zhu Houcong stood with his hands behind his back, his dragon robe gleaming coldly in the candlelight.

His face was eerily calm, not even his eyebrows twitching, only his slightly narrow eyes swirling with coldness.

"you……"

Consort Du's voice immediately weakened.

The coldness in those eyes wasn't from the pain of losing a child, but from the cruelty that comes from seeing through everything.

She suddenly realized that the emperor before her was far more terrifying than she had imagined: "Wang Zuo... was it His Majesty who ordered this?"

"I don't understand what you're saying, my dear consort!"

Zhu Houcong slowly bent down, the hem of his dragon robe stained with blood from the bedsheets, but he didn't care at all. His voice was as soft as a whisper: "Wang Zuo is my subject, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard of my Great Ming Dynasty. How can you say he gave orders?"

"You! You! Even tigers don't eat their cubs..."

Consort Du trembled all over.

She originally thought that Wang Zuo was unwilling to submit and was unwilling to obey the Liyuan Society from now on, which is why he hurt her at the last moment by taking her down with him.

But only now did she suddenly realize that from the very beginning, Wang Zuo's surrender was a lie, a scheme orchestrated by the Commander-in-Chief and the Emperor.

The meticulously planned scheme was seen through by the other party and was used against them.

What's even more ruthless is that the other party doesn't even want the child.

Those eyes, so close yet so far, held no warmth whatsoever, only the cruelty of a cat toying with a mouse.

Resolute, cold, without a trace of regret.

The emperor who had once spoken gently to her suddenly became a stranger, a situation that filled her with despair.

'The Liyuan Society is finished!'

Zhu Houcong scrutinized the bandit leader, but felt a sense of relief.

Li Yuanshe has always been a major concern for him.

Because compared to the White Lotus Sect causing trouble in local areas and raising the banner of rebellion, the Li Yuan Society's target was the emperor in the Forbidden City from the very beginning.

Suppressing rebellions was commonplace in feudal dynasties. During the Hongwu reign alone, there were nearly two hundred rebellions of varying sizes, averaging six per year. The rulers had long since become numb to it; while they certainly hated the White Lotus Rebellion, they didn't feel much about it.

However, assassinating the king and killing the emperor is a direct attempt to harm the emperor; the slightest carelessness could lead to utter ruin.

One was aimed at the dynasty, the other at an individual.

The threat level is self-evident.

it's good now.

With the Emperor of Yuan captured, we can rest easy!

However, perhaps seeing this relief, or perhaps still harboring resentment, Consort Du Kang suddenly spoke up: "Your Majesty, I am not the real 'Emperor Yuan'!"

Zhu Houcong's pupils contracted sharply, and his tone turned sinister: "What did you say?"

Consort Du Kang continued, “Someone didn’t want this position, so I inherited it. Because of this, Taiwei Enclosure and Tianshi Enclosure are not convinced by me and are taking the opportunity to spread the word that I am a descendant of Jianwen and have broken away from the jurisdiction of Ziwei Enclosure!”

"I entered the palace to prove that I am no weaker than anyone else. I want to become the Empress Dowager, the mother of the nation, and rule the world as a woman!"

"I want to do what even the former 'Emperor Yuan' couldn't do!"

She at least didn't dream of becoming Wu Zetian.

However, it was entirely predictable that she would become Empress Dowager Zhang at the height of her power.

But now...

Wang Zuo shattered this emperor's dream with a single punch.

At this point, the intense abdominal pain seemed to intensify.

This blow was more painful for Consort Du than the physical pain.

Everyone laughs at me, but I'm the funniest one!

But it was precisely this desperate situation that made Consort Du lick her lips, reveal a hysterical smile, and make a decision that went against the wishes of her ancestors: "Your Majesty, do you want the Liyuan Society?"

(End of this chapter)