What was the royal family? From this perspective, it was not difficult to understand why the Tianhai Divine Empress was able to awaken the Imperial Design.
But Zhu Luo had been friends with the Chen Imperial clan for several centuries, so he knew many secrets. He knew that in order to use the Imperial Design, one had to possess true imperial blood.
The Tianhai Divine Empress had ruled for more than two hundred years, but she had only been on the throne for twenty years. She simply did not have the time to have the Imperial Design admit that her blood was imperial blood.
From the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, she gazed at the world, gazed at the great array in the capital. Her beautiful face was devoid of emotion, indifferent to the extreme.
Yes, she was not surnamed Chen, and what flowed through her body was the true blood of the Heavenly Phoenix, not the Imperial blood. She also did not have enough time to make the Imperial Design surrender, but this did not mean that she had no other methods.
Daoist Ji was also very clear that she definitely had a way, so he did not question her like Zhu Luo.
In fact, in the next moment, many people, including Zhu Luo, thought of that.
The great array of the Imperial Design had been constructed many years ago and had an incomparably long history. At the very least, it was even older than the history of the Chen Imperial clan.
The capital was now the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but before the Great Zhou Dynasty, this was already the capital.
Before the Chen Imperial Clan, there was another Imperial Clan with an extremely pure bloodline on this continent, and it had continued to exist until now.
Zhu Luo looked in the direction of the Imperial Palace and harshly said, "Liang Wangsun, you actually dare to commit such a treasonous act!"
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There are three tallest places in the capital.
The Mausoleum of Books and the Dew Platform, as well as the Lingyan Pavilion.
The Lingyan Pavilion was located in the depths of the Imperial Palace. It was a tall building.
The most important modification the Great Zhou Imperial clan had made to the array of the Imperial Design was the construction of the Lingyan Pavilion. Chen Shu was also in this pavilion.
Liang Wangsun sat in the middle of the Ascending Mist Pavilion.
Tonight, he did not hold the Vajra Pestle in his hand. Instead, he held a torch.
The material of the torch was neither gold nor jade. It was sparkling and translucent, with a white flame burning at the top.
This was the Divine Artifact of the Demon Race — White Sun Flame.
Liang Wangsun's eyes were tightly shut and his face was pale. The hand that held the torch was bleeding profusely.
The blood that flowed onto the White Sun Flame did not continue to drip to the ground. Instead, it was absorbed.
The rays of light released by the White Sun Flames were not dyed blood-red. They were still pure and holy, as if they contained boundless energy.
Those rays of light were so intense that the Lingyan Pavilion, which was always so gloomy and gloomy, also became bright tonight.
As for the interior of the Pavilion of Ascending Mist, it was even more brightly illuminated, as if it was daytime, or perhaps it was more like the imagined Divine Kingdom.
The portraits on the wall were very clearly illuminated. The portraits of the founding ministers seemed to be quietly looking at Liang Wangsun.
If they knew that this young prince was the descendant of the Liang Imperial Family that they had worked so hard to overthrow, it was unknown how emotional they would be.
Who would the legends in these portraits be willing to bless?
Over the past several hundred years, the Lingyan Pavilion had always remained silent in the depths of the Imperial Palace. It was like the darkness of the night, never letting people easily see it.
Tonight, it became brighter and brighter.
In the past several hundred years, the stone steps and plaza in front of the Lingyan Pavilion had never been visited.
Tonight, however, these places were filled with people.
The Imperial Guards looked around warily.
Xue Xing Chuan sat on the Red Cloud Qilin, his expression indifferent as he looked forward.
It was pitch black in front of them. That was the main gate of the Imperial City.
Tonight, the gate of the Imperial City was not closed, as if preparing to welcome guests.
At this moment, the Frost God Spear was exuding an incomparably tyrannical and powerful Qi within the Imperial Palace.
He was here.
Then, who dared to enter?
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On this rainy night of early autumn, those who opposed the Tianhai Divine Empress came from all over the continent to the capital, intending to overthrow her rule in one fell swoop.
But there were also many people who were willing to swear loyalty to the Tianhai Divine Empress.
Besides important generals of the Great Zhou Army like Xue Xing Chuan, there were also a few people hidden in the darkness. Perhaps it was as the Tang Second Master had said, after the battle of Mount Han, the Elder of Heavenly Secrets was truly unable to resist the wear of time and was on the verge of death. However, the Tianhai Divine Empress, who possessed the friendship of the Elder of Heavenly Secrets, naturally also possessed the assistance of the entire Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
In the first half of the night, Chen Changsheng had broken into the alley of the Northern Military Department and directly destroyed the crabapple tree courtyard, but the operations of the Department for Purging Officials had not been too affected. The moment Zhou Tong woke up, he forcefully endured his injuries and ordered his subordinates to join forces with the assassins of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets. They began to move stealthily through the darkness, ready to attack their targets at any moment.
Borrowing the guidance and concealment of the Imperial Design, several hundred elite assassins had already arrived outside the mansions of the nobles, approaching the carriages of the fifteen princes from the various provinces. With a single order, the assassins would cleanse the Divine Empress of those ministers and descendants that dared to be disloyal to her …
The person that could give the order was naturally the Tianhai Divine Empress herself.
Right now, she only needed a word, or even a glance, for the capital to welcome a bloodbath. The process might be rather difficult, but it seemed like the conclusion was already decided.
In terms of cause and effect, the fruit that was Chen Changsheng was actually the cause in this matter.
Her opponents were waiting for her to suffer the backlash of the Heavenly Dao or fall into a trap, all of them coming to the capital.
Those enemies that had hidden in the darkness for two hundred years, those old friends that had endured for so many years … she had long since wanted to see them again.
After tonight, all her enemies would be killed by her, and then she could be free to do her own things.
This was the result she wanted. Besides this, everything that happened tonight had no meaning to her, nor did it affect her in any way.
Even her borrowing the majestic power of the world and the ancient Qi of the Mausoleum of Books to help Chen Changsheng defy the heavens and change his fate seemed like a trivial matter.
The drizzle of the night fell without sound, and it also seemed like it had no substance, only an extremely faint wetness.
She held her hands behind her and gazed at the capital in the darkness, her expression calm.
Only Chen Changsheng behind her could faintly see that her hands were faintly trembling.
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On a certain street in the capital, a heart-wrenching wail suddenly resounded.
"Mother, you can do so much for your little brother, your son … your son is also your son!"
Of the fifteen royal carriages that had entered the capital in the darkness, a man flipped out from one of them. This man was dressed in a light yellow robe, his face ugly, his expression abnormally sincere. He incessantly kowtowed in the direction of the Mausoleum of Books, tears streaming down his face as he said, "Mother, please spare me, your child was deceived by someone … no, your child was tricked into coming here!"
In this short sentence, this man's attitude towards the Tianhai Divine Empress was completely different, and he had even changed the way he addressed himself three times, making those who heard him want to cover their ears.
This man was the Prince of Louyang, famed for his mediocrity and incompetence. One could say that this prince had no sense of honor, but there was truly no one who believed that he was lying.
Ever since he was a child, he had been timid and afraid of trouble. Given his usual habits, he would never have dared to participate in a major event like ten-some rebellious princes entering the capital. He truly had been tricked into coming to the capital. Only upon entering the capital did the Prince of Louyang realize what he had to do tonight. His entire body trembled in fear, and when he saw the Tianhai Divine Empress easily control the situation, he was so frightened that his legs went soft. He did not dare to remain, but he could not leave. In his terror, he hurriedly climbed out of the carriage and kneeled on the ground to beg for mercy.
Soon after, two or three princes recalled the Divine Empress's former dignified bearing and also walked out of their carriages and endlessly kowtowed in the direction of the Mausoleum of Books. But even more princes were loudly cursing at the Mausoleum of Books. Coming to the capital tonight, they had long ago cast aside their lives. For a moment, phrases like 'Demon Empress' and 'Die' resounded everywhere.
The Tianhai Divine Empress stood at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, gazing at her nominal sons and slightly arching her brows. In truth, she no longer had a very deep impression of the Prince of Louyang. She only remembered that this son was very stupid, and as for the other sons, she was extremely displeased. She rebuked, "When I see trash like you, I feel sorry for the late Emperor. He gave birth to so many, but not a single one of them has any prospects!"
She was lecturing these princes of the Chen clan, so all the princes of the Chen clan could hear her voice, whether it was in the capital or on the official road from Luoyang to the capital.
On that official road flanked by weeds, the Prince of Xiang propped up the fat on his waist and panted for breath as he walked to the front of the carriage. Looking in the direction of the capital, he yelled, "Mother, I can do it, I have prospects. Your son was so filial to Mother back then. I picked all the wild flowers in the Hundred Herb Garden and placed them in vases for Mother, washed all the fruits and sent them to Mother's bed. Whatever Mother wanted to play, I played with Mother …"
The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he felt. Clutching his chest, he resentfully said, "Even now, Chen Changsheng is probably not even willing to call me Mother. If Mother is willing to bestow so much benevolence to such an unfilial son, why can't Mother treat your son a little better? I'm also Mother's son, so Mother should just let me be the Crown Prince. "
When this extremely shameless statement fell into the ears of the attendants of the princely estates on the official road, they all felt very embarrassed and didn't know how to react.
Far away at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, the Tianhai Divine Empress's fiendish look on her face somewhat lessened. She said, "You can be considered the most promising."
Hearing this voice in the night sky, the Prince of Xiang's face brimmed with joy and found it difficult to restrain himself.
The Tianhai Divine Empress replied, "But you're too fat, too ugly, like a pig."
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The sincere and affectionate conversation between the Tianhai Divine Empress and the Prince of Xiang after twenty years made many of the princes that had already arrived in the capital laugh, and then fall absolutely silent.
The Prince of Louyang paid no attention to these things. Taking his attendants and companions with him, he took advantage of the darkness to circle around a side alley that he had been familiar with since his childhood. He did not follow the plan they had agreed upon and go directly to the observation platform, but instead headed in a certain direction.
"Your Highness, where are we going?"
"To the Orange Garden," the Prince of Louyang replied, his face pale.
He was one of the last Chen princes to be driven out of the capital. He had the opportunity to get to know Mo Yu, and their relationship could be considered pretty good.
In such a dangerous moment, the first thing he thought of was to find her and beg her to save his life.
He had never imagined that Mo Yu would not be in the capital at this time.
At such an important moment, as the Divine Empress's most trusted and trusted right-hand woman, there was no reason for Grand Lady Mo not to be present.
Yet she really was not here. The gate to the Orange Garden was closed and the little orange lantern in front of the gate was not lit.
The Prince of Louyang's face paled even more as he thought, What to do?
"Your Highness, where do we go next?"
The Prince of Louyang clenched his teeth and said, "To the Imperial Palace. Grand Lady Mo should be there."
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(The Prince of Louyang is going to ask for mooncakes to eat. Everyone should also eat some. I very much like this person. I wish everyone a happy holiday.)
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