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

"Prince, the East Factory has begun to act according to the plan. There will be chaos in the palace tomorrow." The man in black said calmly.

"I know." Zhu Biao's eyes flashed with sharpness, "In this fight, only one side is destined to survive."

He paused and turned his gaze to Zhu Han, "Uncle, can I rely on you to win this game?"

Zhu Han smiled slightly, his eyes steady, "Prince, the real war is won by yourself. If you really want to become emperor, you should create opportunities for yourself instead of relying on others."

Zhu Biao took a deep breath, tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, and looked determined, "Then, tonight, I will begin my journey to become an emperor."

The night was dark in the deep palace. A cold wind blew quietly through the window lattices, causing Zhu Biao's face to tremble slightly.

"Tonight, all the storms will break out," he whispered to himself.

With his firm tone, everything in the palace seemed to change.

The darkness outside the house was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating, and every corridor, every palace, and every door frame seemed to hide countless undercurrents.

"Prince." At this time, a eunuch knocked on the door and came in anxiously, "The prince is waiting in the secret room of the East Factory, and ordered the prince to go there as soon as possible."

Zhu Biao nodded, signaled to the guard, then stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

His steps were still slow, but the firmness in them became more obvious.

After passing through layers of corridors from the East Palace, he finally arrived at a palace gate. When the palace guards at the gate saw him, they immediately saluted and made way.

Zhu Biao walked in without saying anything. After entering, a cold breath hit him in the face, and the dim candlelight illuminated the people in the room. The figure was light and steady, it was Zhu Han.

Zhu Han smiled slightly when he saw Zhu Biao coming, with a look of relief in his eyes. "Prince, tonight's game is related to your future plans."

Zhu Biao walked up to him, with a bit of vigilance in his eyes, "Uncle, the collusion between the White Sparrow Society and the East Factory has been deepening. Is tonight their last stand?"

Zhu Han nodded and said slowly: "Yes, the White Sparrow Society has already figured out your bottom line. They know that if you succeed tonight, you will be able to completely stabilize this land."

He paused, his eyes sharp, "But you must make a choice. Only by standing higher can you see farther."

Zhu Biao frowned, "My father had given me something to worry about, but his rules put me in this situation."

He paused, his eyes becoming firm, "Tonight, any move by the East Factory will become a chess piece in my hand."

Zhu Han smiled slightly, with a bit of appreciation in his eyes, "Not bad, you finally understood." He took out a roll of letter paper from his sleeve and handed it to Zhu Biao, "This is the latest information about the White Sparrow Society and the East Factory. You can find a way to crack it in it."

Zhu Biao took the letter and opened it. There were densely written words on the paper, describing the recent transfers of the East Factory, the capital flow of the White Sparrow Society, and the whereabouts of several key figures.

His eyes gradually became sharp. "They are planning to use the East Factory to cause unrest in the palace and completely eliminate dissidents. Almost all of my father's important officials have been bribed."

Zhu Han looked at him and said in a low voice, "This is the current situation you have to face. No matter how the White Sparrow Society plans and how the East Factory operates, the most important thing is whether you can stabilize the court. You are no longer the prince who was timid because of the pressure from your father, but an emperor who can change the situation with your own strength."

Zhu Biao was silent for a moment, holding the letter tightly in his hand, "I will not back down. I will make these people understand that the prince is not a puppet they can control at will."

A complex emotion flashed across Zhu Han's eyes. He didn't say anything, but just nodded.

"Uncle," Zhu Biao suddenly spoke, his eyes firm, "Tonight, the conspiracy of the East Factory and the conspiracy of the White Sparrow Society are all exposed in broad daylight. I want them to know who holds the real power."

Zhu Han smiled slightly, "You are finally ready."

As he spoke, he walked to the desk on one side of the room, picked up a document, and handed it to Zhu Biao, "This is the list of troop movements I arranged. If there is any unrest tonight, immediately deploy according to the plan."

Zhu Biao took the document and scanned the words on the paper.

His heartbeat quickened slightly, but this heartbeat was for the upcoming power battle. He did not hesitate and immediately put the document in his arms, "I know what to do."

Just as the two were silent for a moment, hurried footsteps were suddenly heard outside the door.

A guard ran in in a panic, "Your Majesty, Crown Prince, the Eastern Depot has already started!"

Zhu Biao's eyes darkened, and then he stood up, his expression becoming even more fierce, "They finally couldn't hold it back anymore." He turned to look at Zhu Han, his eyes full of determination, "Tonight, no one will be spared from the storm in the palace."

Zhu Han nodded, with a sharp gleam in his eyes. "Go, Prince. Only you can decide the outcome of tonight's battle."

Zhu Biao looked determined and waved his hand gently, leading the personal guards to quickly leave the secret room and head towards the most secret gate of the palace.

Outside, the secret guards of the Eastern Depot have begun to wander around the palace, trying to act under the cover of night.

When Zhu Biao and his personal guards passed through the secret passage and came to a secret place outside the palace, a cold wind suddenly blew, and on the palace wall, the figures of several secret guards from the East Factory were vaguely visible.

They were dressed in black, weapons flashing in their hands, and they were aware of the movements around them.

"Action, attack immediately." Zhu Biao ordered in a low voice with a hint of coldness in his voice.

Then, he drew the long sword from his waist and personally led his guards to launch a swift attack. Behind him, Zhu Han's figure was vaguely visible, as if he was secretly monitoring everything.

The battle broke out, swords flashed, and the sound of swords clashing was deafening.

Zhu Biao, as the crown prince, personally led the troops and, along with several elite guards, engaged in a fierce close combat with the Dongchang's secret guards.

Every time he swung his sword, the blade flashed like lightning, quickly forcing the enemy back. Even in the face of numerous enemies, Zhu Biao remained as steady as a rock, his eyes filled with determination to win.

"Crown Prince!" a guard shouted, "The main force of the East Factory has begun to advance into the palace. We must cut off their retreat as soon as possible!"

Zhu Biao nodded, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "We can't let them enter the palace again. Send someone to notify the imperial guards immediately and make sure to block all the passages."

The battle became increasingly fierce, and Zhu Biao took personal command, steadily forcing the enemy into a dead end.

The secret guards of the Eastern Depot obviously underestimated the prince's reaction speed. They watched their formation being broken through by Zhu Biao and were unable to advance any further.

"Retreat! Retreat!" The head of the East Factory's secret guards issued an order, trying to organize a retreat. But Zhu Biao would not give them a chance.

"Blockade!" Zhu Biao ordered in a low voice, waving the sword in his hand with a cold light, "No one can escape tonight."

The night in the palace was terrifyingly deep, as if it had suppressed all breath, and even the wind did not dare to easily pass through the thick palace walls.

Zhu Biao led his personal guards and repelled the spies and secret guards of the Eastern Depot one by one with lightning speed. The atmosphere of the entire palace seemed to be frozen at that moment. Only the crisp sound of each collision of swords and the footsteps echoing in the distance broke the silence of the deep palace.

"Prince, the periphery of the East Factory has been controlled," a guard hurriedly walked up to Zhu Biao, looking nervous, "but there are still many enemies trying to break through the core of the palace." Zhu Biao's eyes darkened, knowing that something was wrong. The details of the East Factory were much more complicated than he had imagined. "Immediately send people to seal all exits inside and outside the harem." He ordered calmly, "Don't let them infiltrate the Imperial Ancestral Temple and the Imperial Palace at any cost."

"Yes, Prince!" The guards took the order and left quickly.

Zhu Biao stood in the shadow of the palace, squinting his eyes slightly, staring at the movements in the depths of the darkness.

In the distance, the gate of the Golden Palace opened quietly, and several secret guards quickly passed through and quickly gathered in a side hall.

Zhu Biao's eyes flashed, and he made up his mind secretly. He walked towards the hall without hesitation, with the long sword in his hand flashing with a cold light.

"Prince." A cold voice sounded, and a candlelight suddenly lit up in the originally dark room.

The figure was reflected on the wall, extremely quiet. "You are finally here."

Zhu Biao stopped, glanced around, and immediately locked onto the man standing in the corner of the room.

He is Feng Zongyao, the representative of the White Sparrow Society and the black hand behind the East Factory.

At this moment, he stood calmly, holding a folding fan in his hand, and seemed to be in no hurry to act. Seeing Zhu Biao's arrival, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Prince, it seems that everything is too late."

"Feng Zongyao," Zhu Biao said in a low voice, "the people behind you will completely collapse tonight. You are just the victims who come one after another."

Feng Zongyao remained calm and said with a smile: "Prince, do you really think you can hold up this country today? You are just a chess piece of your father. If you lose tonight, you will be despised by the world like your father. You can win over the East Factory and the White Sparrow Society, but you can't win over your father who has always treated you as a chess piece."

Zhu Biao's face changed slightly, and a trace of shock flashed through his heart. Feng Zongyao's seemingly impeccable words were like a heavy blow, directly hitting the softest part of Zhu Biao's heart.

The shadow of his father still lurks deep in his heart all the time.

Feng Zongyao continued: "You think that every decision you have made over the years was your choice, but have you ever thought about who pushed you to this position today?"

Zhu Biao's eyes were cold, and his heart was shocked. "If I fail, you will be the next one. You are just a chess piece being played by others."

Feng Zongyao laughed, unable to hide the sarcasm in his eyes, "Failure? Do you think you can control the overall situation? You are just a pawn in this power game. Do you think you can easily defeat us? Prince, you are wrong."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Zongyao suddenly waved his hand, and the White Sparrow Society members lurking in the dark immediately started a storm. Several secret guards from the East Factory jumped out from the corner, forming an encirclement.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. Zhu Biao drew his sword without hesitation, with an imposing manner.

"Come on, Feng Zongyao, tonight, I am no longer the prince who once feared power." Zhu Biao said coldly, swinging his sword at the enemy in front of him.

The battle broke out quickly, the sound of swords clashing was endless, and Zhu Biao knocked down one enemy after another without hesitation.

His movements were decisive and swift, each of his swords was filled with murderous intent, and his eyes were firm and unquestionable.

Feng Zongyao stood aside, observing Zhu Biao's battle, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"Sure enough, Prince, you have grown faster than I expected." He said lightly, waving his folding fan, and did not seem to be in a hurry to confront Zhu Biao personally.

However, just as Zhu Biao was about to launch a fierce attack, suddenly a secret guard pounced on him from behind with deadly speed and strength, trying to capture him from behind.

Zhu Biao's eyes changed, he turned around and swung his sword to block, the sharp blade collided with the enemy's blade, sparks flew.

"Not good!" Zhu Biao's heart was shaken, and he felt the pressure coming from behind. He knew that at this moment, he had to show his true determination and strength.

Just when he was about to be unable to resist, Feng Zongyao suddenly spoke: "Prince, now that you have come this far, you can no longer turn back. The White Sparrow Society's chess game is set, and you can only be the sacrifice of this game."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud shout suddenly came from the darkness: "Stop!"

The sound boomed like thunder, shaking the entire room.

Immediately afterwards, a figure quickly passed by, and Zhu Han appeared in the center of the battle like a ghost, with an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Uncle!" Zhu Biao's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he turned to look at the person who came, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Feng Zongyao's pupils shrank, obviously he had not expected Zhu Han to show up at this time.

"You're here, Zhu Han." A sneer appeared on his face, "Do you think you can stop me?"

"No one can stop us tonight." Zhu Han's voice was like the cold wind, carrying a pressure that could not be ignored.

He raised his hand and waved, and several secret guards quickly rushed forward and tied up Feng Zongyao and the members of the White Sparrow Society.

Zhu Han looked at Zhu Biao, with a gleam of relief in his eyes: "You did a good job, Prince. Tonight, you finally stood up."

Zhu Biao took a deep breath, put down his sword, stood in the storm, and looked at the situation in front of him with a firm gaze.

"Yes, uncle. Tonight, my storm has begun."

The night was dark and there were unusual movements coming from the palace gate in the distance.

Zhu Han curled the corners of his lips slightly and looked at Zhu Biao who was coming not far away. There was no longer the hesitation between the young prince's brows as before, but a hint of desperate sharpness.

"Uncle, Feng Zongyao has escaped." Zhu Biao lowered his voice, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

Zhu Han didn't take it seriously and said calmly, "He had already expected that you and I would take action tonight. Since he had been lying in ambush in the palace for many years, how could he show up so easily?"

Zhu Biao asked in a deep voice: "Then how should we deal with it next? If he joins forces with the remnants of the White Sparrow, it may still be a major hidden danger."

Zhu Han gently stroked the jade pendant at his waist, and a cold reminder emerged in his mind:
[Successful sign-in: East Palace secret meeting place, reward "Dragon Infantry Tactics Outline"]

He felt something in his heart, but he didn't show it at all in his expression.

"Do you know why they must move tonight?" Zhu Han suddenly asked.

Zhu Biao pondered for a moment, "Because my father has praised me a lot recently, and has given me the title of crown prince, and there are rumors that he will confer titles on all the kings after the new year."

"Not really." Zhu Han's eyes were calm. "The real reason is that the people around you have started to be loyal to you."

Zhu Biao was startled, then whispered: "Uncle Emperor, do you mean - there is someone around me who can threaten them?" (End of this chapter)