After transmigrating into the villain's daughter, I lie down and win

Changan.

The news of the emperor's assassination first spread in the city of Chang'an. People didn't believe it at first. He was an extremely noble emperor. How could anyone be so bold as to assassinate him?

How could the emperor be stabbed by a lowly palace maid?
They didn't dare to believe it, but had to believe that the "rumor" was the truth, because the emperor was seriously injured, and the alchemists and the people in the imperial hospital were helpless, so His Majesty's guards were like mad dogs, searching for "miracle doctors" among the people, and almost any doctor who had some medical skills and cured difficult and complicated diseases was brought to the palace.

However, when the people could not help but run to the nearby doctor's home to inquire about the situation out of curiosity, what they saw was his family members in mourning clothes and crying bitterly.

After asking the neighbors, I found out that the doctor had died.

The person died, but the body was nowhere to be found.

If they had inquired about the news of a few more doctors, they would have known that almost all the doctors who entered the palace at that time had died in the palace, and even their bodies were left behind as sacrifices for the alchemists to perform rituals and pray to the gods.

There are no impervious walls in the world.

The news of the doctor's murder eventually spread like wildfire.

For a time, not only did all those who had studied medicine fall into infinite terror and fear, but even ordinary people began to worry, fearing that they would become the "sacrifice" of the sorcerers to worship the gods at any time.

The common people were extremely panicked, and the aristocratic families were not much better off.

It was true that the emperor was seriously injured, but he was awake and conscious most of the time. He knew very well that he was in a dangerous environment, and his already suspicious nature became even more suspicious at this moment.

He doesn't trust anyone.

Even the man who lost an arm protecting him when he was assassinated could not escape his suspicion.

The people serving inside and outside the palace had to be rotated several times a day. No one knew where those who were replaced went, but they only knew that they would never appear in the palace again.

But who doesn’t have the heart to sympathize with those who disappeared.

Because no one knows when they will suddenly disappear.

The fate of some aristocratic families who hoped to stay in Chang'an by chance was like that of these palace ladies. Their life and death were controlled by the emperor. With just one word from the emperor, their entire family and everything accumulated by their ancestors would vanish into thin air.

A thousand-year-old family was wiped out overnight.

All there was was the emperor's contempt and intimidation.

You see, even if the emperor is seriously injured and unable to move, the emperor is the emperor, the emperor's orders are destiny, and whoever the emperor orders to die must die.

Under such circumstances, everyone in Chang'an felt insecure.

But there are exceptions.

It is late spring again, and the weather is still cold.

After dusk fell, in the deserted streets of Chang'an, a young man dressed as a scholar strolled to the outside of a tall mansion.

The moonlight appeared and disappeared from time to time, and you could vaguely see a big word "Zhou" on the plaque.

"Greetings, Uncle Zhou!"

After a rough greeting, without waiting for the elder to speak, the young man quickly stood up and walked to the other side, looking at him with concern, "Uncle, are you feeling well?"

Zhou Jin's face was pale, without a trace of blood, but his eyes were always so sharp. He stared at the newcomer, as if blaming him but also sighing, "Ah Xing, the situation in Chang'an is complicated. I remember I wrote a letter asking you to evacuate Chang'an as soon as possible."

Zhong Xing tucked the cloak he was wearing for him and said, "His Majesty was angry and all the ministers in the court were punished. I heard that Uncle Zhou was among them. My father and I were worried, so we had to come here to find out what happened." Without waiting for Zhou Ju to say anything else, he said, "Today, we can see that Uncle Zhou is safe and sound, so we can rest assured."

After saying that, he looked at Zhou Jin again and told him his real purpose.

"Uncle, how is His Majesty's injury?"

Naturally, he also had spies in the palace, but due to the emperor's anger, almost everyone who was able to enter the palace to see the emperor suffered an unexpected disaster and died in the palace.

Although other informants replaced the previous persons, His Majesty became more suspicious after being assassinated and would kill people at the slightest suspicion. In order to reduce unnecessary casualties, he ordered those people to stay away from the emperor temporarily. Although this preserved their strength, they could not obtain much useful information.

The emperor is seriously injured, how serious is his injury? Can he hold on until he can eradicate all those aristocratic families that are like cancer?

From the first moment he saw Zhong Xing, Zhou Jin knew that he was a rebellious person.

If Zhong Xing, who was bent on rebellion, did not come to gather intelligence when such a big thing as the emperor was attacked happened, he would not be Zhong Xing.

However, Zhou Jin himself was extremely disappointed with the incompetent emperor, and he already had a wise ruler in his mind, so he told Zhong Xing everything that happened in the palace without hiding anything.

Zhong Xing didn't react at first, but when he heard that the palace servant had first attacked the emperor with a sleeve arrow, and then took advantage of the chaos to hit the emperor on the head with a jar, he couldn't help but reveal a guilty expression.

Zhou Jin noticed it at a glance, "You mean, how can a lowly palace servant have such a sophisticated weapon as the sleeve arrow?"

Zhong Xing was speechless and dared not speak.

Zhou Jin understood and said, "You have to ask yourself."

Zhong Xing: “…”

Although he did plan many assassination plots, the timing was wrong and his plans were not implemented at all. But judging from Zhou Jin's reaction, he obviously believed that all of this was his work.

Is he taking the blame again?
But he was really wronged!

The biggest suspect is Yan'er.

Xiao Yan'er went in and out of the palace quite often, and was forced by the emperor to live in the palace for such a long time. She was accompanied by Zhao Ying, a guard who was also a descendant of the Jin State like Princess Wancheng. She also helped others out of danger many times...

Putting all the details together, it is hard to say that the assassination had nothing to do with Yan'er.

Seeing that he seemed to be hiding something, Zhou Jin couldn't help but reflect, "Could it be that I have wronged you?"

However, Zhong Xing said nothing and did not refute. He just continued to ask about the emperor's physical condition. Zhou Jin fell silent for a while.

Your Majesty spent his early years on the march and in battles. After ascending the throne, he worked hard to govern the country. Later, he immersed himself in the harem. In recent years, he has favored alchemists and taken elixirs. Your Majesty's body has long been hollowed out.

In this assassination attempt, His Majesty was not only injured but also poisoned. The alchemists, the Imperial Hospital, and folk doctors tried every possible means but could only delay the spread of the poison and buy His Majesty a little time.

Zhong Xing already had the answer in his mind as to what silence meant.

After a long silence, Zhou Jin sighed heavily, "The chaos in the world today cannot be solved by the death of Your Majesty. The real problem has never been caused by the emperor alone, but is deeply buried in the land under our feet. It has been like this since ancient times."

Zhong Xing was not as pessimistic as him. "The problem of aristocratic families has existed since ancient times. It is indeed very difficult to solve it fundamentally, but that is because there has never been a wise ruler in the past."

With just one sentence, he directly denied the kings of all dynasties.

Then, he stood up, bowed deeply to the north, and said with a firm look: "If a wise ruler is in the north, the chaos in the world can be resolved!" (End of this chapter)