If the business woman does not help the poor, the villain's dream of prosperity will be shatter

The sound of killing was deafening in the front hall. Tens of thousands of people were crowded in Zhengyuan Palace, with the rebels and government soldiers squeezed together.

They were once comrades, good friends, and brothers...

Now standing on opposite sides of a life-and-death battle, both sides, blinded by killing intent, relied solely on instinct to thrust the swords in their hands into each other's bodies.

Several other palaces were on fire, and thick smoke blocked out the sun.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of burning objects filled the air, filling the palace where even the chirping of cicadas was once not allowed.

Qin Shu quietly hid in the back hall, looking through the window at the trembling rebels in the courtyard.

Suddenly, a barrage of crossbow arrows poured down from the roof of the hall with a series of thumping sounds. The sharp crossbow arrows pierced through the bodies of the rebels in the courtyard with great force.

The few dozen rebels were quickly wiped out.

Several figures floated down from above the rear hall.

As soon as Fu Rong landed, he ran to the side hall.

The door was pushed open with a bang, and Fu Ying's anxious voice came from the door, "Shu'er?"

Qin Shu quickly took off the invisibility talisman and walked out of the inner hall, "Ah'er, I'm here."

Before he finished speaking, he fell into a dry and warm embrace.

Fu Rong hugged Qin Shu tightly and carried her back to the inner hall. He held her shoulders with both hands and looked her up and down quickly, "Are you okay?"

Qin Shu smiled, "It's okay. I happened to run into Prince Ning when he led his troops in. I wonder how the emperor is doing, and where Prince Jin is now?"

Fu Ying avoided answering and held Qin Shu's hand, "Come on, I'll take you away from here first."

Qin Shu paused, "No hurry. Under the current circumstances, this place should be relatively safe. What's the situation with the rebels?"

Fu Ying then took a breath and said, "The soldiers from Ningzhou, Yizhou and the officers and soldiers from the Southern Camp had entered the city in batches a few days ago, and most of the Twelve Guards of the Southern Yamen had also rebelled."

"The rest will be led by General Chu of the City Defense Camp, and General Ren of the North Camp will lead 30,000 troops to engage in close combat with the rebels outside the palace gate."

"I heard that General Shen from Beiguan has long received news that the emperor has ordered him to personally lead a hundred thousand troops back to the capital. Calculating the time, it should be almost time."

After a pause, Fu Ying continued, "Prince Jin has brought people into the palace. Prince Ning has held the emperor hostage, and Prince Jin is confronting him in the front hall."

He hesitated and said, "Prince Ning, one of the conditions is your head."

Qin Shu laughed.

It turned out that in Prince Ning's eyes, she was so important that she was equal to the throne.

Fu Rong's face turned pale, and he held her arm tightly, "I'll take you away first."

"Ah."

Qin Shu looked at him with sparkling eyes and asked with a smile: "Tell me, in the emperor's heart, is Prince Ning more important, or is his throne and country more important?"

Fu Rong was slightly stunned: Is there any need to say this?

Naturally, the throne and the country are important.

Therefore, unless the emperor's life has reached the last moment, he will never give up the throne.

As soon as General Shen's army arrives and suppresses the rebels in the city, Prince Ning will be doomed.

Until now, the emperor has not sent anyone to take Qin Shu to the front hall, which means that the situation is still under the emperor's control.

Soon, the sound of horse hooves could be heard faintly in the distance.

Even in the back hall, one could still feel the ground beneath one's feet shaking slightly.

The Beiguan army has arrived!

The 50,000 provincial rebels were like toddlers facing strong adults in front of 100,000 border cavalry.

As soon as they met, they threw down their weapons and surrendered.

The palace gate was wide open, and an old general with gray hair, led thousands of soldiers on horseback and rushed into Zhengyuan Palace.

The Beiguan Army quickly swept through the rebels with overwhelming force.

After just an incense stick of time, Zhengyuan Palace finally became quiet.

Qin Shu gently pulled Fu Yu and said, "I'll go to the front hall to take a look. You haven't received the imperial edict yet, so it's not appropriate for you to appear in front of others. Wait for my news here first."

Fu Ying raised his finger and pointed at her clothes, "Are we going like this?"

Qin Shu lowered her head, her face slightly reddened, and said angrily: "Go wait outside first."

After Fu Ying left the inner hall, Qin Shu quickly changed her clothes.

Just as he was about to go out, Fu Ying suddenly said, "I'll go with you."

If the emperor really wanted to sacrifice Qin Shu in order to quell Prince Ning's rebellion, he could just use his musket to negotiate with the emperor.

Qin Shu understood, nodded and said, "Let's go."

The two of them left the back hall one after the other.

As soon as I arrived at the front hall, the strong smell of blood in the air was nauseating.

The corpses were piled up layer upon layer on the ground, and the blood on the ground gathered into deep red puddles.

The soldiers stepped on it, splashing scarlet blood.

Qin Shu saw Li Youlin and Xiao Cheng covered in blood, and also saw General Shen, who looked majestic with his sword at his waist.

Someone whispered something in his ear. General Shen turned to look at Qin Shu and nodded slightly to her.

Qin Shu quickly knelt down and bowed.

In the corridor outside the palace, several rebel leaders were kneeling on the ground with swords on their bodies.

The hall was quiet, with almost no sound.

Qin Shu stood at the entrance of the hall, and Fu Ying stood behind her.

As they got closer, King Ning's cold voice could be heard clearly, "I have already been defeated. You can kill me or chop me up, it is all up to you. I still say the same thing. If I were given another chance, I would still rebel."

The emperor's voice trembled, with sobs and disappointment that could not be concealed, "Okay, okay, you are really my good son! It's in vain that I have loved you for so many years!"

He shouted angrily, "Someone come! Cough cough cough..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he started coughing violently.

Prince Jin quickly stepped forward and said softly, "Father, please don't be angry. It's important to take care of your health."

The emperor raised his hand to stop him, breathing hard, and said word by word: "The second prince Zhou Yu is a traitor, usurping the throne... and seeking power. From today, he will be stripped of his title, demoted to a commoner, and imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice."

His eyes gradually filled with tears, and his voice trembled more and more, "My biological mother, Imperial Concubine Yuan, was stripped of her title, demoted to a commoner, and sent to... the cold palace... puff..."

A mouthful of blood spurted out of the emperor's mouth and spilled onto the imperial bricks under his feet.

Prince Jin and Li Dexian rushed forward, supported the emperor and shouted, "Father? Call the imperial physician!"

The emperor fainted.

Prince Ning was escorted out of the hall.

Before leaving, Prince Ning looked back at the unconscious emperor, and tears seemed to flash in his eyes.

Soon, he lowered his gaze, held his head high and walked out of the hall.

When passing by Qin Shu, King Ning stopped and sneered, "Qin? I lost, do you think you won?"

Qin Shu knelt down slightly and bowed, "I respectfully send off His Royal Highness Prince Ning."

Zhou Yu looked up to the sky and sighed, saying: "Perhaps this king..."

He paused, then changed his words: "Perhaps I should indeed regret how I could have gotten involved with a crazy woman like you."

Qin Shu chuckled and said, "To this day, Your Highness still doesn't know where he lost. So, Your Highness's loss is not unfair."

Zhou Yu smiled silently and sighed faintly: "Really?"

Now that things have come to this, what's the point of arguing about these things?

Wrong is wrong, losing is losing.

At worst, I’ll just die!