PFC Chapter 280 Breaking into the Imperial Palace
Chapter 280 Breaking into the Imperial Palace
Xiao Zhixue is a woman who possesses the extraordinary ability to communicate with creatures in nature. She always seems to be able to catch the whispers of the wind and the singing of birds in her ears.
Led by her gentle yet firm voice, flocks of flying birds became their invisible guides, easily revealing the secrets of the Dongchu Palace.
This talent, like the gods in ancient mythology, makes their journey full of mystery and wonder.
As the stars and the moon changed over the course of two hours, they seemed to be wandering in the cracks of time, silently approaching the heart of the ancient empire - the Dongchu Palace.
At this late hour of the night, the entire city was immersed in a deep sleep. The arrival of the four people was like an imperceptible night breeze, quietly blowing across the sleeping earth without anyone noticing.
The imperial palace, even in the dark night, still exudes unparalleled splendor; despite the dim lights, the huge complex still reveals the solemnity and grandeur of the emperor's home.
Xiao Zhixue looked up, the shock in her heart was beyond words. She couldn't help but ask softly, her tone full of curiosity and surprise.
"Does the Xiliang Imperial Palace also have such a majestic aura?"
This question seemed to be the girl's infinite reverie about the unknown world.
Fan Yanmu, a man with unruly and arrogant features between his brows, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his confidence comes from the pride in his bones.
"The Xiliang Palace is at least twice as vast as this place."
His words revealed the pride and confidence of being a citizen of Xiliang, and also made Xiao Zhixue full of endless yearning for the distant and mysterious Xiliang Imperial Palace.
Deep in her heart, a seed of curiosity quietly sprouted, and she hoped that one day she would be able to set foot on that legendary place in person and feast her eyes.
With the help of Xiao Zhixue's unique improvement to the hang glider, the four of them were like still falcons in the air, motionless, floating steadily above the palace, like secret observers dominating the sky.
Looking down from this unique height, the layout and movements of the palace are in full view, and the details of life in the palace gradually become clear in their eyes.
The palace maids moved lightly between the corridors, the young eunuchs ran busily, and the patrol teams of the Imperial Guards appeared rigorous and orderly, but they had no idea that their every move was being silently scrutinized by the eyes in the sky.
Xiao Zhixue suddenly had an idea and landed lightly on a towering ancient tree beside the palace wall. She whistled softly, and an owl with shiny black fur came in response, its eyes full of wisdom.
Xiao Zhixue spoke softly, as if she was talking to an old friend: "Smart as you are, do you know where the palace where His Majesty the Emperor lives is?"
The owl seemed to be very excited because it had found someone who understood its existence. It grunted a few times and then gave the answer: "Not far ahead, there is a supreme palace. That is the emperor's bedroom."
Grateful, Xiao Zhixue was about to say goodbye, but unexpectedly the owl suddenly eagerly stopped her with its wings, the urgency in its eyes was self-evident: "But tonight, the emperor is not in the Supreme Palace. He is busy in the imperial study, dealing with state affairs."
Xiao Zhixue was grateful for this unexpected help. She pointed to a place where rats were dancing and said with a smile, "Thank you for your help. There are many delicious foods waiting for you there."
When the owl heard that there was delicious food, its eyes lit up and it flapped its wings and flew away impatiently.
Returning to her companions, Xiao Zhixue lowered her voice, her eyes flickering with determination: "Let's go to the imperial study. The emperor is alone there."
Upon hearing the news, Fan Yanmu and others rushed towards the place where their fate would be decided without saying a word.
The light in the imperial study seemed particularly soft in the night. The door of the study was half open and the old eunuch guarding the door seemed unable to bear the loneliness and was taking a nap.
Inside the room, the emperor, the ruler of East Chu, was hunched over his desk. His tired figure revealed endless pressure. Perhaps dreams were his only comfort.
Everything seemed to be perfect. The four of them descended silently. Xiao Zhixue quickly put away the glider and at the same time pulled out a tiny but intimidating anesthetic needle from her sleeve and pierced the old eunuch's neck with incredible precision.
The old eunuch didn't even have a chance to struggle before he fell into a deep sleep, clearing the last obstacle for this secret operation under the cover of night.
The air in the imperial study froze instantly. The tip of Fan Yanmu's sword gently touched the emperor's neck. The cold metal reminded him that the shadow of death had quietly enveloped him.
The emperor suddenly woke up, and his anger was about to burst out, but it was instantly extinguished when he was surrounded by four masked night walkers.
Fan Yanmu's cold words were like an invisible lock, tightly binding his throat: "Be quiet, or the sword will show no mercy."
The cold light flashed, and the emperor realized that his life and death were completely in the hands of others. As the king of a country, he tried his best to maintain his dignity. Although his voice was trembling, his majesty remained unchanged: "Who are you? You dare to invade my imperial city and point your sword at me. Aren't you afraid of death?"
However, before he could finish his words, Fan Yanmu's sword flashed, completely shattering the emperor's last bit of fantasy.
Blood splattered, the emperor's consciousness struggled in severe pain, and the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.
Will his ambitions, his plans for Xiliang, all of this, disappear with this sudden assassination?
"What do you want?"
The emperor's voice was weak, but full of reluctance.
Fan Yanmu pointed at the rice paper on the table, and every word seemed to be cast in stone: "If you want to live, do as I say. Write a letter of surrender immediately, promising that within a hundred years, Dong Chu will not invade Xiliang again."
The emperor finally understood that these people came from the powerful Xiliang. He was shocked by their ability to break through numerous defenses and attack the enemy directly.
The emperor tried to find a way out, but the fear in his voice was hard to conceal: "How did you sneak into my palace? If you kill me, can you escape punishment?"
Faced with the questioning, Xiao Zhixue curled her lips into a disdainful sneer, and her words were like a sharp knife, piercing the emperor's vital points.
"Your Majesty, you obviously underestimated our ability. Your life and death, time and place, are all under our control. We came silently, and we can leave silently. But if you fall, the throne will no longer be yours. Sign the letter of surrender and guarantee peace, and perhaps you can save the people of Dong Chu from the ravages of war. As for us, we have our own way to escape. Please consider it carefully."
Xiao Zhixue's words were like cold water poured over his head, and the emperor's heart was churning in struggle and despair.
He knew very well that once he died, the future of the country would be in jeopardy.
Xiliang's covetous eyes made Dongchu's situation even more precarious.
Finally, the emperor compromised in helplessness and pain, and with trembling hands, he wrote down the humiliating peace treaty, stamped it with the imperial seal representing imperial power, and handed it to Fan Yanmu.
At this moment, all the strength seemed to be drained from his body, and he collapsed powerlessly on the seat.