Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 570 Luo Yuheng's Tears (11,000 words)

call!
A chilly autumn wind swept across Dongling, bringing the cold of winter.

The sun shone from the southeast, and even at the hour of Si (9-11 AM), its rays fell upon everyone, yet they felt a chill run through them.

Eight white horses, restless, raised their hooves and then lowered them again.

All eyes were fixed on the shattered imperial carriage, on the emperor lying on the ground twitching slightly, and on Yang Hexin, who stood there motionless, gripping his dagger.

The vast Chang'an Avenue suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

But the silence didn't last long, perhaps only a second, or perhaps not even a second, before it was shattered by a piercing scream.

"emperor……"

"His Majesty!"

Emperor Ninghe was still lying there, his eyes rolling in a strange way. He seemed to hear something in his ears, and then he saw countless ministers rushing over, frantically trying to lift him up. Hey, don't move him! Damn it, the blood seems to be spurting even more.

In the hazy light, one could still hear the voice of the imperial physician.

Zhao Gaizhi's body swayed violently, his face instantly contorted in a ferocious expression. He dared not be negligent in the slightest and immediately ordered the Imperial Guards to quickly and completely seal off the area.

As for the common people, they didn't bother to kneel and kowtow. Some looked up curiously, wondering what was happening in this place. Others had already stood up and were craning their necks, trying to know how His Majesty the Emperor was doing. The huge Chang'an Street was in chaos until the Imperial Guards drew their blades and forcibly separated the crowd. A royal physician who accompanied the Emperor finally squeezed in from the back, covered in cold sweat, and tried to stop the bleeding from Emperor Ninghe's chest.

Zhao Gai stepped forward, and a steel knife was held directly against Yang Hexin's neck.

The blade brought a chilling coldness, and Yang Hexin's body trembled slightly. He finally reacted, his fingers loosened, and the dagger fell to the ground. His wide eyes were still filled with unyielding fear. He never expected things to develop like this.

Until the enraged Fang De, like a wild beast out of control, rushed over and grabbed him by the collar; until Fang De's words, "You dare to murder the emperor in the street," drilled into his ears, Yang Hexin's pupils gradually began to contract, and the chaotic thoughts and doubts in his mind seemed to finally find a thread and connect together.

Understood.

Now I finally understand.

Yang Hexin was like a stiff puppet, mechanically turning his neck to look at Emperor Ninghe, who had already fallen to the ground, his eyes filled with shock, despair, and fear.

So that was his real purpose.

Once the charge of murdering the emperor in the street is pinned on the Yang family, no matter how powerful or influential they are, no matter how much wealth, land, or tenants they possess, or no matter how extensive their network of connections is, the Yang family will become the target of public criticism.

In Langya City, morale will be low, and some strategists and advisors who have pledged allegiance to the Yang family will flee without a trace. The Yang family's network of connections, which Emperor Ninghe has been unable to completely destroy even after beheading one person after another over the past few months, will crumble in an instant.

The execution of the emperor in the street—in the nine hundred years since the founding of the Great Chu Kingdom, this is absolutely unprecedented.

To defy the world's opinion is nothing more than this!

Under these circumstances, no one, no force, dared to get close to the Yang family. Anyone associated with the Yang family would be labeled a traitor.

The Yang family is truly finished.

In that instant, Yu Yang and Xin Xing felt a strong sense of fear and sincere admiration for the emperor who was lying there, unable to move.

So cruel.

So poisonous.

Everything before was just a prelude; this was Emperor Ninghe's true killing move.

He was risking his own life to destroy the entire Yang family.

He just couldn't understand why, given that the current political situation was better than ever for Emperor Ninghe, he would resort to such a desperate measure. He also couldn't understand how much courage it would take for a person to plunge a dagger inch by inch into their own heart.
Doesn't he feel pain?

Snapped.

Fang De's withered, bony fingers slapped Yang Hexin hard across the face, leaving several bright red finger marks on one side of his face and a scarlet bloodstain at the corner of his mouth.

His hunched body trembled slightly, and Fang De's face, which was always drowsy, was now twisted into a near-grotesque expression. His lips trembled as he repeatedly uttered the words, "You dare to murder the emperor in the street." Judging from Fang De's appearance, he probably didn't know about Emperor Ninghe's plan.

Yang Hexin's head was still buzzing, and his heart sank lower and lower. Although he still couldn't understand why Emperor Ninghe had done this, he knew that the moment he boarded the golden carriage, he was already marked with death. Yet, he still felt a pang of resentment. His scarlet tongue licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and Yang Hexin slightly grinned:

"I did not commit regicide."

"Your Majesty, I didn't kill him."

Perhaps because of the immense shock Yang Hexin had experienced in such a short time, his voice was low and suppressed, with an indescribable dryness and hoarseness.

He was making excuses.

However, the voice was ultimately somewhat weak.

He knew no one would believe him.

Sure enough, the moment his voice fell, Fang De, who was standing in front of him, shuddered violently, and the hatred in his eyes intensified.

Zhao Gaizhi was even more hot-tempered. The Anning Marquis's lineage had long since fallen into decline, and it was only through Song Yan's connections with the Emperor that they had recently risen again. Zhao Gaizhi even harbored the ambition of one day transforming the Anning Marquis into the Duke of Anguo, which would be a great honor for his ancestors. However, his ambition had only just taken a step forward when it was destroyed by that bastard Yang Hexin. How could Zhao Gaizhi tolerate this? A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward, his battle blade gleaming in the sunlight.

Immediately, it cleaved out.

laugh.

The blade tore down Yang Hexin's shoulder.

An arm was severed instantly and fell to the ground, its fingers still twitching nervously.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground crimson.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

The excruciating pain contorted Yang Hexin's face, and a piercing scream escaped his throat. His entire body trembled, and his already pale complexion became even more bloodless. Yang Hexin desperately gasped for breath, trying to stop his screams. After all, he was one of the seven elders of the Yang family, a figure whose mere presence could shake the entire Ning Kingdom.

The pain of losing an arm was excruciating, piercing to the bone, yet they still had to maintain the dignity of the Langya Yang family.

On his deathly pale face, large beads of sweat rolled down his eyelids and into his eye sockets, stinging painfully, but Yang Hexin didn't even blink, his eyes fixed on Zhao Gaizhi.

"You bastard, you have the guts to murder the emperor in the street, but not the guts to admit it?" Zhao Gaizhi cursed, "If you didn't murder the emperor, then who plunged the dagger into His Majesty's heart? In the entire imperial carriage, there were only the two of you, you and His Majesty. You wouldn't be trying to say that His Majesty committed suicide, would you?"

Yang Hexin's face twitched slightly. He grinned, forcing a smile: "Lord Zhao is truly insightful. That's right, it was indeed His Majesty who personally plunged the dagger into his heart."

Zhao Gaizhi's body trembled violently, and a flush rose on his rough face: "Who the hell would deliberately plunge a knife into their own heart?"

His Majesty is lying on the ground, and you're holding a knife in your hand, your hands stained with blood. Now you're saying His Majesty committed suicide? Do you really think I'm so easily fooled? I'm a warrior, not a fool.

Enraged, Zhao Gaizhi grabbed Yang Hexin's ear and ripped it off from the side of his head, tearing off a large piece of skin in the process.

It hurts.

But more than anything, there is helplessness.

It's truly unpleasant to tell the truth and have no one believe you.

Meanwhile, not far away, the imperial physicians tried everything, but Emperor Ninghe's chest was still bleeding profusely.

The dagger went in too deep.

The heart meridian has already been damaged.

Bleeding ceaselessly.

Emperor Ninghe's eyes were slightly vacant. He was surrounded by court officials, eunuchs, and guards. Through the scrambling heads, one could vaguely see the vast sky.

The sky is very blue.

The white clouds are like silk threads or cotton.

It hurts.

He should have taken the last two painkillers before taking action.

wasted.

He could feel his consciousness becoming increasingly sluggish, his vision growing darker, and the azure sky and fluffy white clouds gradually disappearing from his sight.

Is he about to die?
I'm really a little unwilling to accept this.

A figure inexplicably appeared before his eyes—it was Yuheng. Was she crying? Was she still as prone to tears as she was when she was little? What would become of her in the future? She would no longer have an older brother to protect her.

He saw Tianxuan again, still with that gentle look. Look, this is his daughter, how beautiful she is! That lucky kid Song Yan got lucky.

He saw Tianyi again, still aloof and detached, with an otherworldly air. This personality would probably make it hard for men to like her. He wondered if she would ever be able to get married, or which young man would end up with her.

There are also those in blue robes and those in colorful robes.

The two little girls will be of marriageable age in two years, and they will get married after that. It's a pity that their father will never be able to sit in his ancestral hall again.

And then there's Tian Shu and Tian Quan, those two rascals are quite clever. Even without their father, they should be able to live a smooth life from now on, right?
And then there's Tianyang, a simple-minded and silly boy. Although he often forgets about this son unintentionally, Tianyang is probably the child he needs the least worry about now, right? After all, he's always by his brother-in-law's side, and his brother-in-law always protects him.

There's also Song Yan.

That brat.

He promised me that he would get half of the gold mine in the Haixi Grassland and the gold and silver on the Japanese island. It's been so long and there's been no sign of that kid. Could it be that the kid is just waiting... waiting for me to die so he can take all the gold and silver for himself?

That's really cunning! He even schemed against his own father-in-law. He's a scoundrel.

Since he's my father-in-law, I won't hold it against him. But, Song Yan, this is the last thing I can do for you; this is the path I've paved for you.

I really want to know how far you can go on this path!
I really want to know what you can achieve!

Too bad, I can’t see it.

Emperor Ninghe's lips twitched slightly. He could see nothing but darkness, and even the sounds he could hear became increasingly blurry and indistinct.

My eyelids feel so heavy.

sleepy.

I'm sleepy.

Well, he's been emperor for twenty years and hasn't had a good night's sleep.

Now I finally have time to get a good night's sleep.

I will never be bullied again, never be disturbed again. The burden that has been weighing on my shoulders has finally disappeared. That feeling of ease is so comfortable.

Her eyelids trembled slightly and then slowly closed.

At that very moment, the imperial physician who had been desperately trying to stop Emperor Ninghe's bleeding suddenly froze on the spot, his face ashen white. He then slumped to the ground, raised his face in utter terror, and uttered a few words through trembling lips:

"Your Majesty, you are dead!"

……

The twentieth year of Ninghe.

August 17th.

Si hour.

The emperor died on Chang'an Street.

The officials knelt on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

Ten thousand people knelt and kowtowed, their mournful cries echoing throughout the Eastern Mausoleum.

The traitor Yang Hexin, who murdered the emperor, incurred the wrath of the people. High-ranking officials, nobles, imperial guards, and commoners alike attacked him in the marketplace, killing him and tearing his bones to pieces. The people fought to eat his remains, feeding them to jackals and dogs.

……

Dongling City, Chang'an Street.

The third floor of a winery.

Three figures watched the chaos from afar. When the cries of anguish reached them, Luo Tianshu and Luo Tianquan finally lost control. Their legs buckled, and they knelt on the ground, wailing loudly.

Even Luo Tianxuan, who was standing beside her, trembled slightly and looked sad.

She arrived early, but ultimately failed to change her father's decision. She had also witnessed firsthand what her father looked like when he had a headache.

Death may indeed be a relief.

……

Ningguo, Pingyang.

Prince Yan's Mansion.

Luo Yuheng, who was becoming increasingly sleepy during her pregnancy, was resting on her bed. It was too cold here, and although it was already past 9 a.m., Luo Yuheng was still lazily curled up in the quilt and had no intention of getting up.

Suddenly, Luo Yuheng, who was in his sleep, seemed to have a terrible nightmare. He sat up abruptly from the bed, his face was deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. In an instant, his whole body was soaked.

She placed one hand on her chest.

I felt as if something was squeezing my heart tightly, or as if a piece of it had been hollowed out.

In a daze, it seemed as if something extremely important was drifting away from me.

After an unknown amount of time, the throbbing in her heart finally subsided, and Luo Yuheng realized that her face was a little wet.

She gently raised her delicate hand.

Wipe it off.

They are tears.

……

Haixi Snowfield.

The fighting continues.

The heavy cavalry charged, the speed of the warhorses combined with the weight of the iron armor creating an unstoppable and ferocious impact. In the very first engagement, countless Jurchen cavalrymen who stood in front of the black-armored warriors were sent flying, their tendons and bones broken, spitting blood, flying backward like scarecrows, knocking down a large number of their comrades behind them.

The once tight encirclement was cut open in the blink of an eye.

The heavily armored cavalry completely ignored the scimitars and bone arrows of the Xiongnu and Jurchen cavalry. As their warhorses galloped, the longswords were leveled, and the sharp blades, propelled by the speed of the charging horses, sliced ​​through the enemy. In an instant, countless people were decapitated, and everywhere there were shrill screams and shattered flesh.

The mighty Xiongnu and Jurchen cavalry, at this moment, were nothing more than clay chickens and earthen dogs.

Even among cavalry, the difference between heavy cavalry and unarmored cavalry is enormous.

Leading the charge was a burly man nine feet tall, whose warhorse was also a head taller than the others. He wielded a giant axe with ferocious force. Even when Xiongnu cavalry tried to resist, their scimitars were snapped in two as soon as they raised them. The axe blade then cleaved the cavalrymen and their horses to pieces.

Finally, some barbarian cavalrymen mustered the courage to try and stop the burly man. They couldn't let him trample freely in their ranks; if this continued, their once-ordered formation would crumble into disarray. But when they mustered all their strength and swung their scimitars, the poorly forged iron blades only produced a shower of sparks. The tall man didn't even flinch; with a backhand swing of his axe, he cleaved the man in two.

An unparalleled warrior, comparable to the ancient Xiang Yu.

When the fighting gets intense, excited shouts can be heard from behind the masks.

That single roar was enough to send shivers down the spines of the barbarian soldiers.

Just a little behind, there stood a general clad in bright silver armor and wielding a bright silver spear. Although he was not as robust as the fierce general in front, he was no less ruthless in his fighting. With a flick of his wrist, the spear shot forward like a dragon emerging from the sea.

With a series of splattering sounds, three people were pierced through by the spear in succession.

With a shudder, an invisible force spread out, instantly shattering the three still-breathing bodies into fragments, which turned into a cloud of blood mist that drifted down.

Beside the general was an even more slender figure.

It is Nakhtoya.

Her armor was specially made, fitting her body perfectly and showcasing her curves to the fullest. Ignoring the bits of flesh and bone stained on the armor, it was quite alluring.

The weapon he used was not a whip or a sword, but a long shotgun.

Each time the trigger was pulled, it was like a thunderous roar, and a Jurchen soldier who tried to ambush Song Yan from the side was instantly blasted into pieces.

Yili Yili, standing in the ranks, was filled with rage. He never expected that just when he was about to surround and kill Batu, such an army would suddenly appear. He watched as the Prince of Yan's black-armored guards, like demons descended from heaven, were invincible and brutally slaughtering his own people...

How...how are we supposed to fight this war?
Even though Ireilly was quite experienced, he was completely flustered at this moment.

The equipment gap was too great, and their attacks could hardly harm the soldiers under the command of the Prince of Yan. Apart from using the advantage of light cavalry to exhaust the enemy, Yile Yile couldn't think of any other way for a while.

While he was still in a daze, Yili Yili suddenly noticed a flash of cold light in front of him, and a bright silver spear was smashing down on his head.

Before they knew it, the Yan King's army had already arrived.

Yili Yili dared not be negligent and quickly swung the spiked club in his hand, trying to block.

when.

There was a crisp sound.

The spearhead slammed heavily onto the spiked club.

The iron plate covering the spiked club instantly exploded with sparks, and even the iron plate was deeply dented.

A sharp, piercing sound shattered the eardrum, which seemed to burst, and traces of scarlet blood seeped from the cochlea.

Only after receiving the shot did Yili Yili realize with horror just how astonishing Song Yan's strength was. He felt a jolt in his arms, and a tremendous force came through. His two thick arms couldn't withstand it at all. With a crisp cracking sound, the bones burst open from his elbows, sending a cloud of blood mist through his body.

Even his warhorse knelt on its front hooves.

The next instant, the spear was raised high once again.

It slammed down again, heading straight for Ireilly's head.

Ilya stared in horror at the gun's flash. His two severed arms were no longer able to offer any decent defense. With a crisp crack, his entire head exploded instantly.

Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.

Meanwhile, inside the encirclement, Batu and his 8,000 elite Blackwater troops, seeing the arrival of reinforcements, all had their eyes gleaming with excitement.

The narrow escape from death made Batu shudder uncontrollably. With a roar, eight thousand elite troops charged towards the other side.

The encirclement formation was already scattered, and now it was even more chaotic.

(End of this chapter)