PFC Chapter 353 The Luo Family's Treasonous Act: Immediate Execution
Chapter 353 The Luo Family's Treasonous Act: Immediate Execution
Instead of answering, Luo Qianyou laughed loudly a few times.
"Hahaha, what do you mean? What does the Crown Prince think I mean?"
"Your humble servant has come to Your Majesty's rescue today. What do you think of this?"
The crown prince stepped forward, blocking the old emperor's path, and shouted sternly, "Guards! Save the emperor!"
Luo Qianyou completely ignored the Crown Prince's cries. He knew that once the Crown Prince was tired of shouting, he would know what kind of hardship they would face today.
Just as Luo Qianyou had predicted, after the Crown Prince finished speaking, a group of men entered and reported to Luo Qianyou: "Reporting to the General, the third squad of the guard battalion has taken down the palace guards."
After a while, another group of men came in and reported the same thing: "Reporting to the general, the second detachment of the guard battalion has captured the capital's garrison."
Then, several generals entered and surrounded Luo Qianyou.
Luo Qianyou revealed a smug look on his face.
He walked up to the old emperor and the crown prince and said without any pretense, "Your Majesty, I have a request to make. I wonder if Your Majesty would be so kind as to grant it?"
The old emperor's face darkened. "What is it?"
"I'd like to sit in this seat," Luo Qianyou said. "The Yao family's empire can now be renamed Luo's, hahaha."
"What if I disagree?" the old emperor retorted defiantly.
The crown prince clearly could not accept this and shouted, "You old scoundrel, this is treason, a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of your family! Do you really intend to do this?"
Luo Qianyou spread his hands, pointing to a circle of people outside and then to a circle of people in the main hall, extremely arrogant, "Open your eyes and look, these are all my people, and so are the people outside. The entire palace is controlled by my people, the capital, the suburbs, and even the front lines. Do you think all those years on the battlefield were for nothing?"
"Do you think I'm joking?" Luo Qianyou brandished his sword, threatening directly, "Don't be stubborn, hand over the imperial seal now."
Luo Qianyou became increasingly agitated as he spoke, wishing he could immediately oust the old emperor from his throne, and even ascend the throne himself...
"Is my mind made up, my dear minister?" the old emperor asked.
"Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. Besides, Zhongzhao Kingdom is already under my control."
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Qianyou thrust his sword straight at the old emperor.
"Father, be careful—"
In the blink of an eye, the crown prince stepped in front of the old emperor.
boom!
Bang!
The lieutenant beside Luo Qianyou reacted quickly, using his knife to block the sword and slashing it down halfway.
At the same time, the soldiers who had been facing each other turned their swords around and launched a direct attack on Luo Qianyou and his group inside the hall.
The unexpected turn of events left Luo Qianyou speechless.
He probably has three questions running through his mind right now.
Who is he? Where is he? What is he doing?
What was originally a thrilling scene took an instant turn, and Luo Qianyou, even on the verge of death, had no idea where he had gone wrong.
He believed his scheme was meticulous and covert; he thought he had completely won over officials of all ranks; he believed his trap on the border was insurmountable; he believed...
He believed it all, which always gave people the impression of being arrogant and ignorant.
Just as Luo Qianyou was in shock, all the doors of the main hall opened.
Outside the palace square stood the civil and military officials of the capital.
Luo Qianyou was completely baffled as to when these people entered the palace and when they gathered outside the hall.
Without a doubt, everyone standing in the square witnessed Luo Qianyou's treasonous rebellion.
The evidence is irrefutable and plain for all to see.
Subsequently, all sorts of witness testimonies and physical evidence were thrown at Luo Qianyou. Big and small, every single piece of evidence, as long as it could add charges against the Luo family, regardless of whether the officials had any personal relationship with the Luo family, everyone racked their brains to bring it up and find it.
The saying "when a wall falls, everyone pushes it down" was perfectly exemplified at this moment.
Human nature is embodied in this moment.
Treason and rebellion, plotting to seize power, are serious crimes that will result in the extermination of nine generations of one's family.
On the spot, the old emperor sentenced the Luo family and all their relatives to immediate execution, to be carried out at noon!
Madam Luo was still nestled in the basement, the whole family was having a sweet dream, but halfway through the dream, before they could even understand it, they were suddenly arrested by the soldiers.
On that day, despite their cries of injustice and their attempts to escape, none of the nine generations of the Luo family managed to escape; they all ended up in the imperial prison.
The Luo family collapsed in an instant, catching everyone off guard.
When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact!
Consort Luo, holding her frail son, was banished to the Cold Palace.
At this time, the imperial court acted with exceptional speed, demonstrating a level of efficiency, accuracy, and timeliness never seen before.
At noon, Luo's immediate family members were all beheaded on the spot.
This massacre left the people of Beijing deeply saddened.
Yesterday, the Luo family was still swaggering around, but today their heads have rolled and their bodies are left exposed in the wilderness. It's all fate.
The Luo family suddenly disappeared from the capital, as if they had never existed.
After a period of rectification, the capital city quickly returned to its former prosperity.
One afternoon, a cavalryman, holding a battle report in his hand, galloped into the capital, shouting as he went.
"Good news! Good news from the border! Good news from the border!"
Pedestrians on the street stopped to watch.
The cavalryman galloped along, covered in dust, the dust trailing behind him like a tail, heading straight for the palace.
Among the lingering crowd, a few students watched the departing figures and began to whisper among themselves.
"Good news? Did I hear that right?"
"Good news, isn't it?"
"Yes, definitely, we won a victory on the border."
"We'll not only win battles, we might even expand our territory!"
I really appreciate your kind words.
Wenwen and her siblings were strolling around the capital under the guise of the Hao family when they heard the scholar's remarks. They all paid close attention to him.
My friend, I wish you success in your exams next year!
The good news immediately stirred up the capital, especially the officially confirmed news.
As time went by, more and more good news came from the border. There was good news today, and more good news a few days later.
When the capital entered the depths of winter, great news arrived from the border.
All the tribes outside the border were subdued and from then on had to pay tribute every year. The territory of Zhongzhao Kingdom finally expanded outwards.
The entire court was celebrating.
In a dilapidated room in the Cold Palace, Consort Luo sat on the threshold, holding her dying child, gazing at the sky.
She muttered to herself.
"My son, are you also going to abandon your mother?"
In the dead of winter, the children were dressed thinly, and Consort Luo was dressed just as thinly.
The two, one big and one small, sat quietly at the door all night.
In the early hours of the morning, the Grandmaster appeared in a corner of the Cold Palace, with Ye Jingchuan and the three siblings Wenwen standing beside him.
At the end of the Yin hour, a small shadow floated out over the Cold Palace.
Consort Luo's child, the Ninth Prince Yao Tianze, died young.
The master's lips moved, and if you listened closely, it sounded like a chant or a mantra, guiding the little child's soul. "Child, come, come to your master."