North Gate of the Imperial City.

The king of Jin, Zhao Lingcheng, had a cold face and an evil spirit, and felt extremely oppressive.

He wore a golden prince's armor, a helmet with precious feathers, and a scarlet cape that looked like fire. The army behind him was also mainly in gold.

Zhao Lingcheng held the bright silver [two-edged tri-pointed halberd] behind his back with one hand.

He personally led all 30,000 of the most elite troops around him, and with the help of internal agents, they raided into the palace.

The mighty army advanced rapidly, with crowds surging.

The garrison has never been an elite force.

However, this part of the garrison soldiers were the garrison soldiers trained directly under Zhao Lingcheng in the past, and they were no less competitive than the elite troops under General Zhizhu.

The uniform queue was like a golden wave sweeping over the imperial city.

"The whole city is covered with golden armor."

In the central square of the palace, an imperial flag symbolizing the supreme imperial power stands high, flying in the strong wind on a rainy night...,

Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng raised his hand slightly to signal to stop.

The 30,000-strong army completely stopped advancing within a few breaths, which shows how elite they are.

He stared at this flag that belonged exclusively to his father Zhao Purui.

Step forward slowly.

Hold the [Two-edged Trident] tightly in your hand.

Zhao Lingcheng stopped in front of the imperial flag, bowed his head slightly and saluted, then suddenly raised his head, held a halberd in both hands and swung it horizontally, cutting the flagpole in half.

The imperial flag fell to the ground.

Zhao Lingcheng raised the bright silver halberd in his hand high and roared with all his strength -

"kill!"

…

"The north gate of the imperial city should be opened."

"The King of Jin, Zhao Lingcheng, has led his army into the imperial city."

When this news reached the Yangxin Hall in the center of the palace, everyone present, including Yan Wulu, was stunned for a moment.

Yan Wulu originally thought that after Yi Junhan's death, the Jin prince in the palace would be leaderless.

In addition, Zhao Lingfeng and Zhao Lingrui stationed confidants at various gates of the imperial city, and there were constant patrols and arrests by imperial guards inside.

I thought that these Jin king's internal leaders could no longer make any big waves, but I didn't expect that they would reach this point.

...Sure enough, one cannot underestimate the general’s subordinates.

The court officials gathered here were talking a lot.

Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui tried his best to appease people's hearts, but for a moment, even he himself turned pale...

Regarding the huge gap in strength between the enemy and ourselves, King Yu, the core commander, knew better than these court officials.

That is to say, he is more aware of the critical situation of the city gate being breached at this moment.

Prince Zhao Lingfeng glanced at Yan Wulu and the other three princes, his expression did not change, and he bowed again -

"In this situation now, we have to rely on the three princes."

Zhao Lingfeng said with a humble attitude.

Yan Wulu and the other three responded in the same manner.

Immediately, the three princes and princes led the team to leave according to the plan.

Prince Zhao Lingfeng stepped forward. He stood on the steps of Yangxin Hall, next to the imperial eucalyptus, and shouted loudly to signal everyone to be quiet.

For a moment, his anger sank in his Dantian, his words were sonorous and powerful, and he was solemn and solemn.

Everyone couldn't help but become quiet.

The prince usually behaves kindly and tolerantly when encountering difficulties, but in critical moments like this, he has quite a bit of a kingly spirit.

"First Evolution"

"Currently, King Jin's rebels have only broken into the North Gate Square outside the palace."

"...The defenders of the Sixth Division and the Royal Palace Guards have already gone to fight."

"... Sir, please don't mess up your position. We will definitely be able to repel the rebels! Dagan's reinforcements will also arrive early tomorrow morning!"

Prince Zhao Lingfeng said forcefully.

Baiguan couldn't help but feel relieved...

But in fact, Zhao Lingfeng himself didn't know whether the reinforcements would arrive tomorrow morning, but now, he always had to give everyone a little hope.

The officials have settled down, but some still look worried.

And it was at this moment that an old but steady and powerful voice came -

"It's so lively,

Dear ministers, have you come to the morning court in advance?"

"See Your Majesty."

When everyone saw the visitor, all officials immediately paid homage to him.

Zhao Purui was wearing noble yellow imperial casual clothes at the moment. He had obviously just woken up and heard the noise and came here.

He sat directly on the gorgeous dragon chair at the top, quietly watched everyone paying homage, and waved slightly.

"Let's all be flat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Everyone thanked him.

"I just had a headache and fell asleep for a while. Why did I wake up and find you all here?"

Zhao Purui leaned on the dragon chair with one hand and slightly propped his head up, asking questions indifferently.

Prince Zhao Lingfeng also stood up and stepped forward at the right time and said -

"Father, please report urgently. Old Fourteen has launched an army to rebel."

"Um."

Zhao Purui replied calmly, "...I have known about this little thing for a long time."

When Prince Zhao Lingfeng heard this, he was shocked and relieved at the same time.

He seemed to have found support and no longer had to bear the mountain of pressure and pain alone.

However, he was worried that the situation was changing too fast, and it might have exceeded his father's belief...

Prince Zhao Lingfeng thought for a moment, came to Zhao Purui's side in a few steps, and reported in a voice that was only clear to the two of them -

"Father, the situation may be a little different."

"...My son, I have asked for help from the Yangtze River Navy and the generals of the Zhu Kingdom, but even the fastest Yangtze River Navy will not reach Jinling until tomorrow."

"...But now, my son is not doing his job well. The fourteenth old man has opened the north gate of the imperial city by relying on internal intelligence. At this moment, there is already a fierce battle outside the palace. I am afraid, I am afraid... that the imperial city will not be able to defend tomorrow."

The second half of Zhao Lingfeng's sentence is true.

No matter how powerful and menacing he had been before, his opponent was an army of 30,000 people led by Zhao Lingcheng, and he only had a few thousand people in total.

If we rely on the imperial city to defend it, we may be able to hold on for a while.

But in a fierce battle on the ground, even if he asked Yan Wulu and others to make a surprise attack on the rear of Old Fourteenth, they would definitely not be able to defend it.

"Why are you panicking? The situation is still under control."

"...You are the prince and the future emperor. No matter what the situation is, you cannot collapse without fighting and cause chaos."

Zhao Purui said calmly.

His words were devoid of any emotion, and there was a sense of preaching in them, but it was just like that, which made Zhao Lingfeng feel extremely at ease for a moment.

It seems that as long as the father is here, there will be a way to put down the rebellion of the Fourteenth, which has a huge advantage.

"My dear sir, please remember this." Zhao Lingfeng bowed his hands and said.

The old emperor also turned to look at everyone, and he slowly said -

"Let's go, gentlemen."

"... Take your subordinates and follow me to see what kind of waves that old fourteener can make."

As the old emperor spoke, he stood up and prepared to head towards the north gate of the imperial city.

Some courtiers tried to stop him, "Your Majesty, swords are ruthless on the battlefield. I hope your Majesty will stay here in the Yangxin Hall and wait for the triumphal announcement of the Imperial Guards."

There was not much emotional change on the old emperor's aging face.

He didn't even raise his eyelids, he just replied indifferently, "Get out."

... He and Prince Jin are really carved out of the same mold.

But Zhao Purui's words were even more unquestionable, making people unable to refute and dare not resist.

The ministers were speechless and could only silently follow behind the emperor, protecting the old emperor at all times.
To be continued...