Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

"Xu Yi, surrender!" Zhu Biao shouted coldly, the long sword in his hand flashing with cold light, pointing directly at Xu Yi.

Xu Yi was shocked, but soon calmed down and sneered, "Your Highness, you led the troops to attack so late, did you do something wrong?"

Zhu Biao's eyes were like blades, and he approached step by step: "Are you mistaken? Your conspiracy with the King of Yan has been exposed, and you still want to play dumb here?"

A ruthless look flashed in Xu Yi's eyes. He suddenly drew out the dagger from his waist and shouted, "Go!"

Before he finished speaking, the people behind him immediately fled in all directions, while Xu Yi rushed towards Zhu Biao waving a dagger, trying to create chaos.

Zhu Biao snorted coldly, and swung the long sword in his hand lightly, accurately knocking down Xu Yi's dagger. Then, he kicked Xu Yi to the ground and said coldly: "You can't escape."

The elite soldiers around quickly stepped forward and pinned Xu Yi to the ground, and the rest of those who tried to escape were also captured one by one.

Zhu Biao looked down at Xu Yi with a cold tone: "Zhu Di's chess game ends here. Xu Yi, you'd better confess obediently, otherwise I have plenty of ways to make you speak!"

Xu Yi clenched his teeth and said nothing.

Lin Chuan stepped forward and whispered, "Your Highness, we found a lot of documents and maps on these people, which may directly point to the next plan of the King of Yan."

When Xu Yi was taken back to the secret room of the East Palace, he still tried to remain calm, but the cold sweat on his forehead revealed his inner anxiety. His hands were tied and there was a fresh bloodstain on his face, and he looked miserable.

Zhu Biao stood in the center of the secret room, dressed in black, with a gaze as sharp as a knife. With his hands behind his back, he exuded an aura of pressure that could not be ignored.

"Xu Yi," Zhu Biao said coldly, his voice was not loud, but it made people shudder, "Do you know why you are standing here alive instead of dying in that house?"

Xu Yi gritted his teeth and tried to avoid Zhu Biao's gaze, but was eventually suppressed by the invisible aura. He raised his head and said with all his might, "Your Highness, I am just an insignificant person. Why do you care so much about me?"

Zhu Biao smiled slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "A small figure? You can stir up the situation in the capital, secretly dispatch supplies, and command Zhu Di's informants. You don't look like a small figure."

He took a step closer to Xu Yi and looked down at him: "Do you think I don't know what you did behind my back? Do you think I can't figure out the order Zhu Di gave you?"

Xu Yi's expression changed slightly, but he still kept his mouth tightly shut and did not speak.

Seeing this, Zhu Biao turned to Lin Chuan with a sneer and said, "It seems that Xu Yi wants to test the methods of our Eastern Palace. In this case, let's teach him a lesson and let him know the price of being stubborn."

Lin Chuan stepped forward and said in a cold voice: "I understand, Your Highness, please wait a moment." He winked at the guards behind him, and the guards immediately dragged Xu Yi aside. One of them took out a small bottle of medicine powder from his sleeve, and the other took out a bucket of water.

Seeing this, Xu Yi's face finally changed completely. He knew that the Eastern Palace had its own interrogation methods, and once used, no one would be able to bear it easily.

"Your Highness!" Xu Yi suddenly shouted, his voice trembling, "I am only following orders, why are you so aggressive!"

Zhu Biao looked at him coldly and said nothing.

Lin Chuan walked up to Zhu Biao and whispered, "Your Highness, his psychological defenses are about to collapse."

Zhu Biao nodded, his eyes cold: "Open his mouth, but if he tells a lie, let him suffer."

Lin Chuan waved his hand, and the guard stopped what he was doing. Xu Yi was released a little, and he was panting, looking at Zhu Biao in front of him, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

"Your Highness, I am really just following the orders of the King of Yan." He whispered, "All of this is arranged by the prince, I am just an errand boy."

Zhu Biao raised his lips in a sarcastic arc: "Oh? Then tell me, what exactly is Zhu Di's deployment?"

Xu Yi gritted his teeth, as if struggling. After a moment, he whispered, "Zhu Di's goal is not just supplies. He asked us to secretly transport a batch of weapons into the capital in an attempt to disrupt the palace patrols."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao's eyes shone, and his tone suddenly became cold: "How dare he transport weapons into the capital? How bold! How many have you transported and where are they hidden?"

Xu Yi pursed his lips and whispered, "Part of it has been delivered to the abandoned post station in the west of the city, and the other part is still in the secret vault of Prince Yan's Mansion waiting for dispatch."

Zhu Biao snorted coldly, turned to Lin Chuan and said, "Lin Chuan, immediately send people to seal off the West City Post Station and bring back all the weapons. At the same time, arrange for people to continue to monitor the Prince of Yan's Mansion. I want to know what is happening on every inch of land there."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Lin Chuan bowed and accepted the order, then quickly turned around and left.

Zhu Biao turned his head and looked at Xu Yi again, his eyes full of coldness: "Xu Yi, this is just the beginning. You'd better tell me everything you know, otherwise, your fate will be worse than you think."

Xu Yi was sweating and pale, and whispered: "Your Highness, I am willing to cooperate, but you must guarantee my life."

Zhu Biao smiled slightly, but his tone was as cold as ice: "Life? As long as your life is still useful, I will not let you die. But if you dare to lie to me, I will let you know what it means to live a life worse than death."

At midnight, the wind was cold and the moonlight was blocked by thick clouds, making the surroundings dark. In the abandoned post station in the west of the city, a few lonely lanterns swayed in the wind, and the light and shadows flickered, looking eerie and strange.

Lin Chuan stood on a secluded high ground, holding a long sword in his hand, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, watching the movements in the post station. Behind him was a team of elite soldiers in night clothes, each holding their breath, holding their weapons, waiting for orders.

"Lord Lin," a sturdy guard crawled over and reported in a low voice, "We have checked carefully. The lights in three warehouses are still on. There are at least a dozen people patrolling."

Lin Chuan nodded, his expression grim: "These people appear to be just guards on the perimeter, but the more so, the more it indicates that something important is hidden here. We must act quickly and don't give them any chance to react."

The guard nodded: "I understand."

Lin Chuan turned around and looked at the soldiers behind him. His voice was very low, but it was full of unquestionable majesty: "Everyone listen! Divide into three teams. One team will attack from the main gate to create chaos. Another team will outflank from the side door. The rest will follow me to break into the backyard. We must control all these people. Remember, do not let go of anything suspicious, especially weapons."

The soldiers clasped their fists together and whispered, "Yes!"

Inside the post station, a guard was leaning on his spear, drowsy, when he suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps outside. He opened his eyes, frowned and looked out: "Who's there?" Before he finished speaking, a dark shadow rushed out from the corner, and the sharp blade instantly pressed against his throat. He was quickly restrained before he could even scream.

At the same time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps at the main gate. Several guards immediately rushed out with weapons in hand to check, but were suppressed by a group of men in black. Before they could even shout for help, they fell to the ground one after another.

Inside the warehouse, a leading guard heard the noise outside and his face suddenly changed. He drew the long sword from his waist and shouted, "Enemy attack! Quickly defend the warehouse!"

Several guards rushed to the door quickly, but Lin Chuan's team had already rushed in from the backyard like a gust of wind. He swung his knife to block the attack of a guard, his movements were clean and neat, and then he kicked the other person to the ground.

"Put down your weapons!" Lin Chuan shouted coldly, his eyes sweeping across the guards around him like a knife, "If you dare to resist again, I will kill you immediately!"

The guards looked at each other in bewilderment. Several tried to fight back desperately, but the elite soldiers worked well together and quickly subdued them one by one. In less than a moment, the shouting and killing in the post station gradually subsided, and the remaining guards were all pinned to the ground.

"Master Lin, the warehouse has been cleared." A soldier stepped forward and said with a fist, "We found a large number of wooden boxes, each of which was sealed tightly. They are suspected to be weapons."

Lin Chuan raised his hand and waved: "Take me to see it."

He stepped into one of the warehouses and was immediately attracted by the neatly stacked wooden boxes. These boxes were engraved with some unique marks, which clearly showed that they were not ordinary goods.

"Open it." Lin Chuan said coldly.

The soldiers quickly pried open one of the wooden boxes, revealing dozens of brand new long swords neatly arranged inside, their blades flashing coldly under the dim light.

Lin Chuan reached out and picked up a long sword, examining it carefully, his expression becoming more solemn: "It turns out that they are from the Prince of Yan's Mansion. The craftsmanship of these weapons cannot be made by ordinary craftsmen."

He walked to another wooden box and motioned the soldiers to open it. Inside the box were arrows and bowstrings, clearly weapons prepared to equip the entire team.

"Check all the boxes!" Lin Chuan ordered in a deep voice, "Don't leave any suspicious items behind."

Soon after, the soldiers finished the inventory and reported: "Lord Lin, we found more than 30 boxes in total, all filled with weapons and military supplies. In addition, we captured several guards who were in charge of guarding the boxes. They seemed to know something about the inside story."

Lin Chuan nodded and said coldly: "Take these people back to the East Palace, His Highness will interrogate them personally."

He took one last look at the weapons in the warehouse, his eyes showing a hint of coldness: "Zhu Di, your chess game cannot be hidden from His Highness. We will take all these weapons."

Lin Chuan stood aside and reported in a low voice: "Your Highness, the number of these weapons is enough to equip hundreds of people, and their craftsmanship is unique, obviously made by a sophisticated workshop. One of the guards has already said that these weapons should have been secretly transported to a designated location."

Zhu Biao frowned slightly, looked up and asked, "Where is the location?"

"A private residence in the northern suburbs of the capital, said to be a secret base of Prince Yan." Lin Chuan replied.

Zhu Biao sneered, his tone full of disdain: "Zhu Di really doesn't want to be lonely. He thought that hiding the weapons in the suburbs would avoid my eyes. He really underestimated the ability of the East Palace."

He paused, turned his head and looked at Lin Chuan: "Send the order, have the patrol battalion block all the roads in the northern suburbs, and at the same time mobilize people to surround that house. I want Zhu Di to understand that he will not be tolerated to act recklessly in the capital."

Lin Chuan cupped his hands and said, "I'll arrange it right away."

"Your Highness, the patrol battalion has blocked the main roads in the northern suburbs, and the secret guards are lurking around, waiting for your orders." Lin Chuan stood aside and reported in a low voice.

Zhu Biao nodded slightly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Zhu Di took great pains to hide the weapons in that private residence, just to wait for an opportunity to strike. In this case, we will use the same strategy against him and let him know what it means to be a mantis stalking a cicada, while the oriole is waiting behind."

He turned to look at Lin Chuan and said decisively: "Pass on my order and have someone prepare for an ambush. Once the target appears, don't hesitate, just take him down!"

Lin Chuan was about to leave when Zhu Biao suddenly added, "Also, be careful not to alert the enemy. The more covert Zhu Di's actions are, the more back-up plans he has. We must root out his plans step by step."

Outside the private house, in the seemingly quiet and deserted courtyard, several men in plain clothes were nervously moving boxes. Their movements were skillful, and it was obvious that they were already accustomed to such work.

"Hurry up!" the leading man shouted in a low voice, "We must move all these weapons tonight, otherwise when the patrol camp notices us, none of us will be able to escape!"

The other man put down the box in his hand, frowned and asked, "Boss, are these things really going to be sent to Prince Yan's Mansion? I heard that there has been a lot of movement in the East Palace recently. Will there be any problems?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" The leading man glared at him fiercely, "Do you have the guts to question what the prince asked us to do?"

While they were talking in low voices, dozens of elite soldiers had quietly lurked in the darkness around them and surrounded the entire house.

Lin Chuan hid in a bush not far away and whispered to his assistant, "Everyone, listen up. Wait until they move the weapons to the designated carriage before taking any action. Make sure the evidence is solid."

The deputy nodded: "Yes, Lord Lin."

After a while, several men carrying weapons moved the last wooden box onto the carriage. The leading man looked around and confirmed that there was nothing unusual. Then he whispered, "Let's go!"

However, just as the carriage started, a cold shout pierced the night sky: "Put down your weapons! You are surrounded!"

The private house was in chaos. Countless soldiers rushed out from the darkness and surrounded the carriage and the house. The leading man drew the dagger from his waist and shouted, "Brothers, fight!"

But their resistance was in vain. Lin Chuan held a long knife in his hand and knocked down the two guards cleanly and neatly, and shouted coldly: "If you don't want to die, surrender immediately!"

After a while, all the people in the private house were subdued, and the weapons on the carriage were seized on the spot. Lin Chuan walked forward, used a knife to pick open the lid of a wooden box, and saw the neatly arranged crossbows and swords inside, and sneered: "It seems that these things are indeed prepared for King Yan."

He turned to his deputy and said, "Take these people back to the East Palace, count all the weapons one by one, and take away all the other supplies in the private residence."

Late at night, the lights in the secret room of the East Palace were on, and the air was filled with a depressing atmosphere. The leading man was tied up and brought to Zhu Biao, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were full of fear. (End of this chapter)