A Fury That Raised His Crown to Protect His Imperial Sister; Prince Yi Seized Military Command and Subdued the Marquis of Luoyang

The arrowhead was less than two feet from her throat.

The person wiping their hands in front didn't turn around.

He didn't even turn his body.

An extremely powerful wave of energy surged out from his back and blocked Gu Moli's path.

The three hidden arrows struck, but they didn't even last half a finger's flick. The arrow shafts split open from the middle to both ends, and iron filings, poison powder, and fletching were mixed into a ball of dust that fell onto the blue bricks, just like burnt incense ash.

Mei Hongye didn't see anything clearly.

Something seemed to explode inside the room; a gust of hot air rushed out, the torch flame veered to one side, and several pieces of iron shards stung his face.

Immediately following was a muffled thud.

It's not the kind of sound you hear when something hits the ground; it's a sound coming from inside a person's body.

The sound of bones breaking.

Not just one bone, but the entire skeleton was gripped in someone's palm and twisted, falling apart from head to toe.

Mei Zhongjun's mouth was open, and he managed to squeeze out a sound from his throat, but it stopped before he could finish. His eyes were wide open, and his limbs were drooping down. He was sliding down the bedpost, only held up by the ropes and the knife stuck in the ground. His body swayed back and forth, no different from a fish that had been deboned on a cutting board.

There was no trace of human presence left.

Gu Moli glanced at Mei Zhongjun hanging on the bedpost, then looked at the dumbfounded Marquis.

He reached into his sleeve and pulled out something.

It is made of pure gold, with dragon and phoenix patterns, and four seal characters on the front: "The Grand Princess's Decree".

Throw your hand forward and let go.

The token landed on the bricks in front of Mei Hongye with a loud clang, the sound of which couldn't be drowned out by the rain.

When Mei Hongye looked down at the crimson gold token, his legs went weak as if he had been kicked from behind.

He knelt down in the mud with a thud.

The sword at his waist slipped off and fell to the ground with a thud.

I knelt too hard, and my knee pad hit the brick, chipping off a corner.

He ignored the pain.

With a fierce look on her face Gu Moran finally turned around.

The firelight shone on that face, making Mei Hongye, who could see it clearly, feel even colder.

He had seen that face before.

Three years ago, during the grand ceremony in the capital, he stood in the ranks of military officers and glanced at the scene from a distance of about a hundred paces.

At the time, I thought this prince was unbelievably young, and his smile had a touch of vulgarity. He didn't seem like a powerful regional prince, but rather like someone who would fight over the last pot of wine in a restaurant.

But now, there's not a trace of a smile on his face.

Gu Moran looked down at him without saying a word.

Mei Hongye's forehead was covered in bricks, and his face was smeared with rainwater and mud. He didn't bother to wipe it off. He shakily pulled out the crumpled secret letter from his sleeve and held it above his head with both hands.

"Your subject... Marquis of Luoyang, Mei Hongye... received... received Her Highness the Princess's secret letter, and rushed back overnight..."

His voice trembled violently, and his lips kept smacking.

"You unfilial son, so rebellious and disrespectful to Her Highness the Princess... you deserve to die... I... I originally intended to do it myself..."

I got stuck at this point.

His peripheral vision caught sight of the mess hanging on the bedpost, and he couldn't utter the rest of his sentence. He wanted to say that he would personally deal with the rebellious son, but the other person had already taken care of it for him, and done it ten times better than he had.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty has failed in raising your son!"

Mei Hongye banged his forehead against the brick, once, twice, and after the third bang, the skin on his forehead cracked, and blood flowed down his nose, dripping onto the secret letter and blurring the ink.

He didn't glance at his second son once from beginning to end.

Whether the second son is crippled or dead is a matter for the Mei Clan.

But with Prince Yi standing before them and the Princess's token beneath their feet, if anything were to happen to these two, the entire Mei Clan of three hundred would be left without even a burial pit.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to hand over the Tiger Tally! The Tiger Tally of Luoyang!"

She raised her voice, shouting out with a sob in her voice.

"The keys to the storeroom, the account books, and the military equipment registers are all here with me; I present them all!"

He reached behind his belt and yanked, pulling out the bronze tiger tally and a bunch of keys. He almost tore the belt off. He raised his hands above his head, his hands trembling so much that the keys rattled together.

"The Japanese pirates have invaded our borders... The nation is in peril! The nation is in peril! I am willing to give up all my wealth and send three thousand elite troops to accompany Your Highness to the East Sea!"

He kowtowed.

"I only beg Your Highness... Your Highness the Princess... to spare the lives of the Marquis's family!"

The dignified Marquis of Luoyang knelt in the mud and blood, crying so hard that his snot and tears were all mixed together.

Gu Moran looked down at him.

Mei Hongye lay there, his back taut and stiff, not knowing whether he would be met with a word or a knife the next moment.

Gu Moran bent down, picked up the token from the ground, wiped the mud off his sleeve, and handed it to Gu Moli, who took it and put it in his sleeve.

"Leave the tiger tally." He patted the mud off his hands.

"Compile a list of military supplies and send it to me before dawn."

Mei Hongye's shoulders slumped down, as if a tendon had been pulled out from the back of his head.

Gu Moran tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over the young man trembling like a leaf in the corridor.

"Your eldest son, Mei Boqian."

Mei Hongye quickly replied, "My eldest son... is willing to obey Your Highness's orders!"

"Let him lead three thousand troops, and the day after tomorrow he will set off with the main army to Qi and Lu."

Mei Hongye repeatedly banged his forehead against the brick, the bangs coming fast and hard.

Gu Moran glanced towards the bedpost.

"You handle the second son's matter yourself."

However, there is one thing.

My sister is at your house.

He paused for a moment.

"Your unfilial son used crossbowmen, hidden agents, and concealed darts on her."

Mei Hongye's head was almost buried in the mud.

"I'll remember this debt."

After saying that, he picked up Gu Moli and turned to walk out the door.

As he passed Mei Boqian, he paused for a moment.

Mei Boqian knelt in the mud and water, looked up at him, his lips trembling.

Gu Moran glanced at him, said nothing, and walked away.

Mei Hongye lay on the ground, not daring to raise his head until the footsteps faded into the distance.

The rain outside had suddenly intensified, pouring down on the roof of the Marquis's mansion and reducing the torches under the eaves to tiny, flickering embers.

The rain didn't stop until late into the night; a gap was torn in the clouds, and moonlight shone through.

Mei Hongye cleared out the best warm pavilion in the west garden of the Marquis's mansion, with a blazing charcoal fire, three buckets of hot water, and two stacks of clean clothes. He even wanted to take down the door of the storeroom and carry it over.

Tuoba Mang led his men to surround the warm pavilion with an iron barrel, and all the servants of the Mei Clan were driven away, not even the old woman sweeping the corridor was left behind.

Gu Moran sat in the room, pulling a chair to the window, not in a hurry to speak.

Gu Moli changed into dry clothes and came out of the inner room. Her hair was still wet after she wrung it out with a towel and it clung to her neck.

The brother and sister sat down across the low table.

The candle on the table was mostly burned, its wax dripping into the bronze cup, and the flame was being blown to one side by the wind coming through the window cracks.

Gu Moran stared at her for a while before speaking.

When did you escape?

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