Chapter 205 - Palace Coup (3) (2/2)

With Lan You Nian’s words, some of the neutral ministers glared at Prime Minister An with fury. They were previously afraid of implicating their family, but now they heard Lan You Nian’s words, knowing their family was either saved by Ming army or were already killed, how can they stay still?

Prime Minister An knew he had nothing to use against them. To the guards by him, he commanded, “Kill!” The soldiers charged over to the other side, but not to mention there wasn’t many soldiers left, just with so many of Ming army Lan You Nian brought back, dealing with these soldiers required no effort at all.

Prime Minister An, under the protection of some soldiers and ministers subordinate to him, was prepared to charge out of the encirclement and escape, but would Feng Yi Xuan give him this chance? Of course not.

Feng Yi Xuan still stood beside Lan You Nian, passing orders to An Yi, “Bow!”

An Yi presented the bow he always carried with him to Feng Yi Xuan. Feng Yi Xuan accepted the bow and offered Lan You Nian a smile and reluctantly let go of the big hand holding Lan You Nian; then, raising the bow, his mien changed suddenly, as if a king standing towering over the vault of heaven.

Feng Yi Xuan’s arms widened, easily drawing back the black bow. Lan You Nian handed an arrow to Feng Yi Xuan. Feng Yi Xuan smiled. The arrow attached to the bow. The sharp arrow aimed at Prime Minister An who was running away.

Feng Shao Chu watched Feng Yi Xuan’s every move, but he couldn’t do anything to anything to stop him. The hand in his sleeves were bloody from self-inflicted clawing, but he could only watch…

Feng Yi Xuan’s arm shifted slightly and the arrow broke through the air as it whipped through the wind. In a blink, it appeared in front of Prime Minister An. Before Prime Minister An could react, the arrow perfectly pierced through Prime Minister An’s chest. The entire arrow passed through Prime Minister An’s chest. One can imagine the power of the force behind this arrow.

Prime Minister An stared disbelievingly at his punctured chest, bright red blood spilling out the corner of his lips. He stared, unresigned, at Feng Yi Xuan, wanting to say something, but helpless he was to say anything. He could only glare with eyes wide-open as he toppled over, dying with grievances.

Many soldiers who were still resisting, seeing Prime Minister An dead, were in disarray.

“Father!” An Gong Jing watched as his father fell at his side, painfully wailing. Seeing there weren’t many soldiers left by his side, he knew he has already lost. There was no future for their An clan.

Feng Shao Chu suddenly stood out, “Uncle, you people dare to transgress against your superiors! Surrender yourself now!”

Looking at Feng Shao Chu, An Gong Jing knew he was being abandoned by this nephew. Seeing Feng Shao Chu disregarded their An clan’s well-being, An Gong Jing was filled with disappointment. They revolted today for who? Wasn’t it so they can push Feng Shao Chu up the throne? But Feng Shao Chu stood by Emperor Feng Xuan’s side, not affected at all. An Gong Jing was unresigned. Why? They will have nothing; they’ll even lose their lives, but Feng Shao Chu could sleep in comfort. He wanted to drag this nephew down with him!

Feng Shao Chu could tell An Gong Jing wanted to drag him down in an instant. He couldn’t let his uncle expose his ambitions, so…

Feng Shao Chu picked up a guard’s sword, his mouth shouting, “Since you aren’t willing to repent, then don’t blame benwang for upholding righteousness above family!” Feng Shao Chu came over to An Gong Jing. How were the already exhausted An Gong Jing and his soldiers Feng Shao Chu’s opponent? Not giving An Gong Jing a chance to speak, Feng Shao Chu ended An Gong Jing’s life with a strike of his sword.

Seeing Feng Shao Chu’s move, Feng Xia Qi’s eyes flashed. Jing Wu An’s lips curled up in a sneer. They knew this palace coup can’t get away from being linked to Feng Shao Chu. Most likely, Feng Shao Chu was the one to plan this palace coup. But seeing Feng Shao Chu’s straightforward actions, they knew they couldn’t drag Feng Shao Chu down.

“Father, subject-son is guilty!” Feng Shao Chu put down the sword, kneeling at Emperor Feng Xuan’s feet.

Did Emperor Feng Xuan really not know this matter was connected to Feng Shao Chu? No, of course Feng Xuan knew, but as an Emperor, under the current circumstances, without any evidence, he couldn’t do anything like killing his own child. So Emperor Feng Xuan solemnly asked his son, “What are you guilty of?”

Hearing Feng Xuan’s words, Feng Shao Chu knew his Imperial Father suspected him, but Feng Shao Chu wasn’t afraid, “Imperial Father, subject-son wasn’t able to uncover these traitors’ scheme. It’s subject-son’s fault. And these rebels are subject-son’s grandfather and uncle, thus subject-son can’t be absolved of blame!”

“Enough!” Emperor Feng Shao broke off Feng Shao Chu’s words and looked at Feng Xia Qi, “The following matters will dealt with by fourth wangye. None of the rebels are allowed to get away! Ministers, you got a scare today. Lan Jian Jun, take the guards and send all the ministers out of the palace!”

“Yes!” Feng Xia Qi and Lan Jian Jun received the imperial orders.

Those ministers whose legs have turned into jelly from fright were eager to flee from the palace. One after the other left the palace after salutations.

Feng Yi Xuan glanced at the traces of blood on Lan You Nian’s clothes. Without bidding farewell, he took Lan You Nian and left the palace, leaving An Yi to head Ming army to handle the remaining matters.

Leaving only the piles of corpses and blood everywhere, as well as the lingering gloomy haze…