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The 161st chapter "My Honor!"
In the 960th year of the Roland Empire's Summer Festival, the Imperial Capital was in chaos. The Eldest Prince Aven Augustine launched a coup against the Imperial Capital and besieged the Imperial Palace. This time, the Eldest Prince Aven Augustine borrowed the aid of the Shrines to lead the Imperial Army and the remnants of the Security Bureau to resist the Imperial Army. Amidst the chaos, Prince Son stood in front of the Imperial Palace and displayed his divine weapon, the Spear of Longinus. Thousands of Knight knelt in front of the Imperial Capital regardless of friend or foe. The morale of the rebel army collapsed.
The Eldest Prince cried out: "My defeat was not due to battle, it was not my destiny." Then he pointed at Prince Son and said: "May I be buried under the banner!"
With that, the Eldest Prince pulled out his sword and committed suicide on the horse. His subordinates mourned as dozens of them died while the rest surrendered.
As for the rest of the rebels, those under the rank of Marquis from the Romen Clan surrendered. The Rollin Clan's Earl Raymond was captured while the rest were captured. The Imperial Army suppressed the rebel army, beheading more than 4,000 and capturing more than 6,000. The chaos in the Imperial Capital lasted for three days.
– "Imperial Chronicles 15, Chapter 6: The Life of the Prince Regent"
This was the official record of the coup d 'état that year. Throughout the entire text, there was no mention of the Rollin Clan's eldest son, Du Wei. In fact, not a single word was mentioned. Such a person who played a subtle role in the coup d 'état, but under the instructions of the relevant authorities, the historian had no choice but to erase his name from the record.
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Buckets after buckets of water were poured down. After thousands of people were busy, the bloodstains in the central square below the imperial city had been washed clean. The soldiers who were walking back and forth with serious faces were all wearing the uniform of the Security Bureau. Their expressions were stern, as if they were facing a great enemy.
The city was in chaos for three days straight. When Prince Son revealed the Spear of Longinus that day, not only Du Wei, but even the Crown Prince himself could see that he had no chance of winning.
The kneeling Knight was like a sharp needle that easily pierced the Crown Prince's confidence. Looking at the kneeling Knight, the Crown Prince suddenly made the right decision in his life.
Continue to fight? Looking at the kneeling knight, the Crown Prince's heart was as cold as ice. Trembling, he raised his sword, and then unexpectedly turned around to look at Earl Raymond.
"Raymond, we've lost."
With that, the Crown Prince suddenly puffed out his chest and shouted: "I am the Royal Family, I will not surrender!" Then he pointed his sword at Prince Son: "It's not that I'm not as good as you, it's just that the heavens … … You! He's just luckier than me! "
After saying that, he swept his sword across his neck. Blood spurted out, and his body softly fell off the horse.
Earl Raymond Earl Raymond's's's's Prince was Prince was Prince, the Prince's Earl Prince Prince Regent.
Prince Son took this opportunity to order the guards to charge out of the palace. With the palace gates wide open, the rest of the palace guards also took the opportunity to rush out.
After Marquis Solomon surrendered, Earl Raymond, under the protection of Alpha, was prepared to charge out of the battlefield and escape. But at the last moment, the Earl of the Rowling family gave up.
He pushed aside the blood-stained bodyguard Alpha and threw away his long sword. With an arrogant look on his face, Earl Raymond at this moment fully displayed the aura of a true aristocrat.
"How can a Rollin Family member run away like a stray dog!"
After saying that, the noble general looked at the guards who were rushing towards him. He stood upright and was quickly caught. With a rope tied to his body, he sneered without saying a word. Instead, he looked at the palace in the distance. There was a black figure there, it was his son Du Wei. There was a hint of deep meaning in the Earl's eyes. Even a complicated smile flashed across his face. Then he looked at the direction where the Crown Prince died and sighed: "That brat is not worthy to be plotted against."
And with the capture of Earl Raymond, the outcome of the coup has been set.
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"Actually, he didn't have to commit suicide." Du Wei looked at the Crown Prince's body.
Below his feet, the Crown Prince's body was covered with a Thorned Flower Flag. This is the tradition of the Rollin Empire's royal family. No matter what, no matter what crime they committed, they must be buried with the Thorned Flower Flag. This is the royal family's "Flag Burial".
Even if he was a rebel, the Thorned Flower Flag cannot be taken down until he is officially convicted.
The blood from the corpse soaked into the Thorned Flower Flag, making it look like the Thorned Flower Flag was dyed red with blood.
Standing beside Du Wei, Prince Son's expression didn't reveal what he was thinking. But after hearing Du Wei's words, Prince Son turned his head to look at Du Wei: "Oh? What did you say? "
"I said, he shouldn't have committed suicide." Du Wei bitterly smiled: "Unfortunately, he didn't understand the Knight's spirit … … Seeing so many people kneeling before the Knight's Spear in your hand, he was scared out of his wits."
Pausing for a moment, Du Wei continued: "The Knight values loyalty the most. Although the Holy Spear in your hand is a holy weapon, the kneeling of those Knights doesn't mean they surrendered or rebelled against the Crown Prince. On the contrary, the moment you take out the Holy Spear, those Knights will be inspired by the Knight's spirit and pledge their loyalty to the Crown Prince … … When the time comes for a big battle, even if he is at a disadvantage, he still has a 30% chance of winning. It's just a pity … … He saw his men kneeling before you, but he didn't understand that they were only kneeling for the Holy Spear and not you. He thought the situation was hopeless, so he gave up. "
Du Wei deeply looked at Prince Son: "I really don't understand … … How did your brain calculate all these things? Did you already calculate that by taking out the Holy Spear and forcing the Knight to kneel, you can scare the Crown Prince into giving up? "
Prince Son evaded the question with a smile: "When it comes down to it, no one can say with absolute certainty. But of course, I know my brother's personality better than anyone else. "
Du Wei went silent for a moment before saying: "You first pulled the Shrines into the water, then the Magician's Guild, and then you took out the Spear of Longinus. You have so many chips in your hand, one after another. Now that I think about it, your strength is far greater than the Crown Prince's. But if that's the case, why didn't you stop him before he started the coup?"
As Du Wei spoke, his eyes were like lightning as he stared at Prince Son. Prince Son's expression was calm as he deeply looked back at Du Wei. Leaving behind a few words, he slowly turned around and left.
"Since you've already guessed it, why ask me?"
Standing in place, Du Wei was speechless as he stared at Prince Son's back. Out of all the people he's met in his life, whether it's his own father or any other powerhouse on the continent, none of them had a mind as profound as this Prince Son!
Letting out a sigh, he whispered to himself: "You didn't stop him and purposely allowed him to start the coup just to make him jump out. If he doesn't jump out, how can you get rid of him openly? If you don't get rid of him, how can you legitimately take over the throne … … "
After whispering these words to himself, Du Wei bitterly smiled: "It seems I'm not cut out for politics."
After taking a few steps forward, Prince Son suddenly stopped and turned around to face Du Wei: "Aren't you going to follow?"
Du Wei smiled and the two looked at each other. For a moment, each had their own thoughts, so Du Wei decided to follow.
Inside the palace, the royal guards have already changed out of the gorgeous equipment they wore on the day of the celebration. Armed to the teeth with shields, swords, axes, and spears, teams of royal guards were rushing around the palace. The attendants of the palace were also temporarily restrained. Prince Son had a lot of ideas in his mind. Following Du Wei, he issued one order after another to his subordinates.
Du Wei knows that at this moment, the guards outside should have already begun to take over the city's defense.
After following Prince Son for a while, Prince Son and Du Wei came to a tall palace guarded by a team of golden armored warriors. Stopping in front of the palace, Prince Son and Du Wei stopped: "I want to see father."
The leader of the golden armored warriors hurriedly saluted: "Your Highness, His Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time. He said to invite you in as soon as you arrive."
Prince Son faintly smiled and looked at Du Wei: "Let's go."
The leader of the golden armored warriors stepped forward to stop Prince Son with a difficult expression: "This … … His Majesty seems to have only summoned you."
Prince Son's complexion changed as he stared at the leader of the golden armored warriors. His originally gentle face suddenly showed a trace of majesty. The coldness in his eyes caused the warrior to involuntarily take a step back and quickly lower his head, not daring to make eye contact with Prince Son.
Retracting his gaze, Prince Son didn't even say a word. Instead, he grabbed Du Wei's hand and walked into the palace without even looking at the golden armored warrior in front of him.
The golden armored warrior's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Watching Prince Son disobey His Majesty's order and bring people into the palace, how could he dare to stop him?
He is an officer of the royal guards, but he also knows that after today's events, I'm afraid … … the palace will have to change hands. This Prince Son is still "Your Highness" right now, but I'm afraid after going in to see the Emperor, he will become "His Majesty" when he comes out!
If that's the case, why should I go against his will?
Who doesn't understand this logic? They all stepped back to make way. As soon as Prince Son brought Du Wei into the palace, the inner court warriors under his command immediately surrounded them and took over the defense of the palace. Not daring to resist, the golden armored warriors could only obediently walk to the side.
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In such a large and spacious palace, the surrounding tall pillars were all encased in gold. However, the candlesticks that were as tall as a person were not lit, causing the originally splendid golden palace to become lifeless.
The golden jade walls emitted an aura of wealth from afar, but it was filled with a sense of oppression. Du Wei only took a deep breath, but it was as if he smelled a rotten smell that made him uncomfortable.
Hmm, it's all in the mind. Du Wei carefully reminded himself as he expressionlessly followed behind Prince Son.
Walking further ahead, a timid attendant hurriedly pushed open a door and lifted the gauze curtain. In the middle of this room was a large square bed. The four pillars at the foot of the bed pierced the ceiling. The ceiling was densely covered in exquisite carvings. Behind the moon-white beaded curtains, the old Emperor Augustine the Sixth could be vaguely seen half-lying on the bed. His heavy breathing sounded like bellows.
"Chen, you're here …" A soft voice was heard, followed by a series of coughs. The old emperor seemed to be struggling to get up. He waved his hand forcefully, and a trembling eunuch beside him lifted the curtain and hurriedly left the room.
"Father." Prince Son kneeled down on one knee and lowered his head without looking at the old emperor: "Big brother is already dead."
"You … … did very well." The old emperor's complexion was sallow, a color full of withering smell. There was no longer any trace of light in his eyes, only the turbid look of old age.
However, after such a simple conversation between father and son, both of them seemed to have a tacit understanding and shut their mouths.
For a long time, the only sound that could be heard in the room was the old emperor's heavy breathing.
Du Wei quietly followed behind Prince Son and kneeled down on one knee. He quietly looked up to size up the old emperor. This once mighty ruler of the continent is now nothing more than an old man at death's door. The robe on his body is crooked, the wrinkles on his face are like tree bark, and there's no trace of the spirit of an emperor left in his face. Most importantly, the turbid look in his eyes … …
Hmm? That's clearly vigilance!
That's right, the old emperor looked at his son and Prince Son in front of him. There's no joy in his eyes at all, only vigilance and vigilance.
Time seemed to have frozen as both the emperor and the prince seemed to be testing each other's patience. Suddenly, Du Wei's heart skipped a beat. He clearly saw that under the old emperor's crooked robe, a sword hilt was vaguely revealed. That withered hand of the old emperor was using all his strength to hold onto the hilt.
Finally, after a long time, the old emperor sighed. His voice carried a trace of complexity and bitterness:
"You are here to ask me to abdicate, right?"
Prince Son didn't answer.
The old Emperor's face suddenly flushed red. He struggled to sit up, but his hand was still on the hilt of his sword. He carefully looked at his son and slowly said, "This time, you single-handedly settled the matter. Now, everything in the Imperial Capital is under your control. You are young and courageous. You have a meticulous mind. The way you do things is not revealed. You also have a persevering nature … To be able to get to where you are today is mostly due to your own efforts. Moreover, according to the current situation, it seems I should be announcing my abdication and passing the throne to you, right? "
Prince Son still didn't answer.
Du Wei sighed in his heart – there is no familial love in the imperial family!
Although the old emperor likes this youngest son of his and has always been inclined to make him his successor … … But … … there is a premise.
If I want to pass the throne to you, you must wait until I am willing to do so!
In the face of the throne, who would be willing to give it up? The old Emperor's original intention was to sit on the throne for a few more years, until he died, and then give up his position! No one is willing to give up the power in their hands.
Even if it's his own son! Even if it's his own successor!
If you want to inherit, you must wait until my death!
At this moment, Du Wei clearly grasped the thoughts of Augustine the 6th.
Prince Son still didn't speak. Bit by bit, the old emperor's hazy eyes began to reveal itself. His breathing quickened as he gritted his teeth: "You … … want to be like him and want me to abdicate now?"
Finally, Prince Son raised his head. At this moment, this prince had a gentle smile on his face: "Father, you think too much."
With that, the prince casually stood up and walked to the side of the bed with a gentle smile on his face. Like an old lion being approached by an enemy, the old emperor tensed up. The veins on his hand that was gripping the hilt of his sword suddenly popped out. But when Prince Son came to the side of the bed, he only reached out his hand and gently straightened his father's robe. Then he lowered his eyelids and softly said: "Father, I am not the same as brother."
In Du Wei's eyes, Augustine the 6th's decline and predicament were all in Du Wei's eyes. At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Du Wei's mind:
This is politics!
"Father, you are still the emperor. The coup is brother's, not mine. " Prince Son smiled. His eyes were bright, half confident and half cold: "But father, you are indeed old. The state affairs are complicated and your energy is lacking. This time, Earl Raymond helped brother mobilize the troops and you didn't even notice … … In the future, I'm afraid father will have to spend more effort on this. As your son, I can protect you once, but I may not be able to help you every time. "
Although his voice was soft, the meaning behind his words was unspeakably hard!
With that, Prince Son took a step back and bowed: "Your illness has not yet healed, so leave the outside matters to me for now."
With that, Prince Son walked to Du Wei's side and gently pulled him up. Smiling at Du Wei, he then led Du Wei away.
Before leaving, Du Wei looked back and saw the complicated expression on the old emperor's face. Those cloudy old eyes were full of emptiness … …
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After coming out of the palace, Prince Son didn't immediately leave. Instead, he pulled Du Wei to the door and waited. His eyes were full of confidence and the corner of his mouth curved into a confident smile.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for a servant to come out of the palace. This servant had a look of panic on his face as he held something in his hand. Trotting all the way to Prince Son, the servant kneeled on the ground and held the thing over his head with both hands.
Prince Son gently took it and opened it.
"Prince Son will be appointed as the Regent. All matters of the country will be handed over to the Regent to act as the Emperor!"
This sentence was scribbled on the white cloth. The handwriting was somewhat crooked. It was clear that the old emperor's heart was extremely weak when he personally wrote it. The signature below was even more sloppy, and the seal stamped on top was also somewhat blurred due to the lack of strength.
Prince Son showed a satisfied smile on his face. He then beckoned to one of his subordinates and handed over the white cloth.
"Spread this to all departments."
Du Wei looked at Prince Son and smiled: "Should I call you Your Majesty now? Or Your Highness? "
"Your Highness." Prince Son gave Du Wei a look: "I am the Regent, not the Emperor. This cannot be confused. "
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The news of the Regent's appointment was immediately passed down by Augustine the 6th. The various departments in the capital weren't too surprised by this news. In this coup, the old emperor's old age was undoubtedly revealed. With the death of the Crown Prince, it was only natural for Prince Son to ascend the throne. The only slight surprise was that the old emperor didn't immediately abdicate the throne, nor did Prince Son immediately request to ascend the throne. Instead, he became the Regent.
Prince Son acted decisively and immediately dispatched a thousand palace guards to guard the old emperor's palace. The original subordinates of the palace guards were also changed beyond recognition under his purposeful arrangement.
Because the palace guards lost three thousand men in the coup, Prince Son added another five thousand men from the security forces of the capital into the palace guards.
Subsequently, the Regent's orders were passed down one after another like flowing water.
Marquis Solomon will be stripped of his title. All the royal businesses under his control will be cut off. The territory will be taken back, and the family's private army will be disbanded.
General Jean Claude (who died in battle) will be stripped of his title as a Baron and be buried as a civilian.
As for the rest of the nobles and officials involved in the coup, they will be locked up in the prison of the Imperial Censorate to await trial. At the same time, three thousand guards will be deployed to monitor the prisoners' residences.
All the soldiers who participated in the coup will be stripped of their military positions on the spot. The dead will be buried as a civilian. The living will be locked up for trial.
To everyone's relief, Prince Son, the newly appointed Regent, didn't seem to have any intention of starting a massacre. Among all the orders, he only ordered them to be locked up, but he didn't order them to be killed. Even General Jean Claude, who was the leader of the rebel army, was only stripped of his title and buried as a commoner.
This is already extraordinarily lenient. Just think about all the coups in the history of the Imperial Censorate. Every time, the victors would wield the butcher's knife and slaughter the losers. The scenes of rivers of blood flowing in the capital are still vivid in everyone's mind!
For Prince Son to only lock them up without killing them is already a rare kindness. It's just that no one was able to grasp the intentions of this victor. Aside from a few nobles who were eager to curry favor, they were all ignored by Prince Son. Only then did they realize that their attempt to curry favor had landed on the horse's leg.
After another three days, the magic array around the capital has long been removed. Prince Son then mobilized two divisions of the royal guards from the surrounding citadels to take control of the city's defenses. The original second division of the city guards under Jean Claude's command has been stripped of its designation. Instead, thousands of rebel prisoners have been locked up in the barracks outside the city.
Prince Son once again issued a series of orders, but this time it's a reward. After all, a coup is like a bandit convention.
After it's over, it's naturally time for the victors to divide the spoils.
To everyone's surprise, the name listed at the top of the list of rewards is actually the name of the eldest son of the Rollin Family, Du Wei!
Du Wei, given the surname "Rudolph" (It's said to be the surname of one of the Knights of the Holy Roland Regiment by Aragon's side in history.) Granted the title of Duke, the title of Court Magic Advisor, Court Grand Scholar, Court Astrologer, and Magic Instructor of the Prince.
What made the eyes of all the nobles pop out of their sockets the most is that Du Wei's title of "Duke" was actually written very clearly in the order given by the Prince Regent … …
Hereditary!!!
This news almost immediately blew up a storm within the circle of nobles in the capital!
During the day of the coup, Prince Son promised Du Wei the title of Duke. Many people had heard it. However, everyone naturally thought that Prince Son's dukedom was something similar to a title in the palace.
The titles in the Roland Empire are divided into two types, hereditary and lifelong. Lifelong titles are only bestowed to the person and not hereditary. There's also no territory and no ability to form a private army. And once the person dies, the title will naturally be cancelled.
Generally speaking, such titles are often bestowed by the royal family. Because the capital spent is small, although it's glorious, it doesn't have much real power.
But hereditary titles are absolutely not something that can be easily bestowed! A hereditary title means that the person can get their own territory, collect taxes, and form their own private army that can be passed down from generation to generation! It's equivalent to having a country within a country within a country. The emperors of the past are not fools. Of course, they understand that the fewer hereditary titles there are, the more stable their empire will be. Therefore, unless it's a great contribution, there's absolutely no hereditary title!
Otherwise, as more and more hereditary titles were conferred, more and more territories would be awarded. No matter how vast the empire's territory was, there would be a day when all the titles would be conferred!
Back then, the ancestor of the Rollin family, the Rollin family who assisted the Augustine family in unifying the continent, only received a hereditary title. And this guy Du Wei, although he stood on the side of Prince Son during the coup … … But as for his contribution, it's hard to say. It can be said to be big or small, but it's hard to evaluate. It's just that to be bestowed a title of Duke, and hereditary at that, it's too shocking!
And what's even more shocking happened in the palace, the original residence of Prince Son, which is now the Regent's Palace.
In front of several of Prince Son's trusted subordinates, including Camisiro, who played a key role in the coup d 'état, Baron Sack, and several of Prince Son's direct subordinates, Camisiro, who played a key role in the coup d' état.
The Regent casually threw a map of the empire in front of Du Wei with a smile on his face:
"My Duke, take a look at the map! Where do you want to be your territory? You can pick it from the map! "
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked and their faces changed color!
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