Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Changle had originally lowered her head slightly, but now she looked back and smiled as if the breeze was fine. The sound of the wind brushed past her ears, mixed with the dragon roar of Chu Ze's departure.

Chu Ze's footsteps were steady and fierce. The palace gates were pushed open before his eyes, and it seemed that even the air was trembling with his rapid steps. The commander-in-chief of the Jinwu Guards was scheming to rebel? Suddenly, the palace was under the thunder of thunder, and all the palace gates were urgently locked. The night completely enveloped the entire imperial city, and even the moonlight was obscured.

The guards followed behind Chu Ze, and they could already feel the murderous aura of the Ming emperor reaching its peak just by walking along the road. Although he did not say a word, his long robe fluttered in the wind, and his invisible pressure made people breathless.

"How dare you, a mere Jinwu commander! How dare you!" Chu Ze's voice was as deep as thunder, almost covering the surrounding guards who were running towards him. "Pass the order down, order all the inner court guards to press forward to the southeast corner of the city wall. I want to see this traitor's head fall to the ground."

He was always domineering, with a temperament as sharp as a knife. At this moment, there was a hint of coldness and ruthlessness between his eyebrows, as if he had no warmth at all. Before the messenger could fully react, Chu Ze had already grasped a knife in his hand, with a cold blade and a piercing cold light.

"Are the Jinwu Guards useless?" He paused, gnashing his teeth in contempt, and then casually threw a marble, "A mere group of rebels can hold back five hundred guards, and civil strife broke out before the fire in the west corner of Fengcheng was even reported? This is such an audacious plan, I want to see where the rat behind the scenes is hiding."

"Your Majesty, in my opinion, this rebellion is not a simple mistake. There may be deeper internal plots." The cavalry commander spoke carefully, his tone was full of fear, but also sobriety. "The northern city outposts of the Jinwu Guard have all been lost. It is estimated that the situation has spread far and wide."

Chu Ze actually stopped and looked at him fiercely, with an unknown thought in his eyes: "Expand? In my Ming Dynasty, anyone who dares to use the word 'expand' will not be alive."

Chu Ze walked quickly to the outside of the Imperial Palace, his eyes as cold as frost. The palace lanterns flickered with dark red light, reflecting on his dragon robe, like a flame in the abyss licking, exerting invisible majesty on the imperial city that was tightly wrapped in the night. The commander-in-chief, Qin Qing, of the Jinwu Guard, was always a loyal tiger, but now he had offended the imperial power. The conspiracy behind this was like a sharp needle piercing Chu Ze's brain, making his anger and disdain rise even more.

"I want all of you traitors of the Jinwu Guard to be annihilated tonight!" Chu Ze shouted in a low voice, like the roar of a dragon. The powerful pressure instantly crushed the slightest clues of coldness in the night. The sharp blade in his hand shone with cold light, as if it was bloodthirsty and murderous.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed and rushed towards the dragon chariot at a speed as fast as a gust of wind and lightning. He actually dared to show his murderous intentions in front of Chu Ze! The guards nearby could not stop this meteor-like speed. They only heard a cold laugh in a low voice: "Chu Ze - are you helpless tonight?" This person is one of the rebels' confidants. He dared to risk his life and try to capture and kill the Supreme of the Ming Dynasty!

Chu Ze's eyes narrowed, and the sharp blade flew out of his hand like a wave of a sleeve. Everyone only heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and in an instant, the assassin's throat was pierced by the whistling dragon-patterned short blade. His body instantly collapsed to the ground, twitching weakly like dry grass for a few times, and then there was no sound. Chu Ze's shocking attack seemed to cover the night with a layer of blood, cold and fierce.

"A piece of trash is worthy of competing?" He sneered, his strength and fierceness made people dare not look directly at him. He slowly pulled out the bloody short blade and casually shook off the blood on the blade, as indifferent as the breeze blowing his sleeves. It seemed that he didn't take the slightest threat seriously at all.

The palace guards were shocked by Chu Ze's tyranny, and none of them dared to breathe. It made everyone understand that anyone who dared to challenge the power of the Ming Dynasty seemed to have been doomed to a catastrophe.

However, just as Chu Ze was doing his best, an even more unsatisfactory urgent report came.

"Your Majesty! The rebels have passed the east gate and are heading straight for the inner city!" The leader of the city guards kowtowed three times with a green face. "The Jinwu Guard rebels are holding rockets and burning the houses of the people in the East Street neighborhood. It has become a chaotic and miserable place!" "East City Street?" Chu Ze narrowed his eyes, and a cold light suddenly condensed in his eyes. "Great, they even dare to burn my territory. The true face behind this scene makes me want to see it even more."

"Pass the order," Chu Ze said in a deep voice, full of anger, "The lives of the people in East City are as valuable as a thousand acres of gold grain. Dispatch three thousand archers from the Imperial Army. In addition to putting out fires and repelling enemies, no more than 30% of the bows can be broken. Do not leave alone without permission! Also, secretly order the Jinyiwei to patrol the palace and guard it thoroughly. I want no rat to hide in any shadow in the city!"

The dragon robe fluttered in the wind, Chu Ze slightly tilted his face, and his familiar sharp momentum made the surrounding courtiers all feel submissive. He approached the central palace coldly and calmly. Since he became emperor, he has used world-shaking methods to break the game of life and death several times, and tonight's situation is another opportunity for him to show his edge. Jinwu Guard? After the chaos in the palace, we still have to create a dragon head or clean up the quagmire. As for rebellion...both enemies and friends should remember that the long night of the Ming Dynasty will never cover the glory of the emperor!

At this moment, in the dark, on a high pavilion not far away, Princess Changle watched all this, with her eyes revealing the truth. She pursed her red lips, and her smile was like melting ice, but it did not dispel the chill in her heart, as if it was some kind of useless mystery that could not be solved or explained.

"This great emperor of the Ming Dynasty is indeed capable of unexpectedly shrinking from his humiliation, using the power of the country to avenge his enemies and using madness to survive." She lowered her eyes and whispered, "But this game of chess..." Between her eyes, she was still thinking about the reaction on the other side that no one was allowed to understand, as if a spider was weaving a deadly web in the breeze, and the web was wide and thick, and it was still spinning and pulling at the edge of life and death.

The flames in the inner city shot up into the sky, illuminating half of the night sky. Chu Ze stood on the high tower, overlooking the chaotic scene below, with a sneer on his face.

"How dare you set fire to my territory?" He said this with contempt, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

The commander of the imperial guards beside him knelt on one knee, his face pale: "Your Majesty, the rebels are coming fiercely, and the Jinwu Guards... seem to have planned it in advance..."

"Premeditated?" Chu Ze raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, "I want to see who is so bold as to play tricks under my nose."

He waved his hand and said in a grim tone: "Pass the order, archers, get ready, shoot!"

"Whoosh whoosh—"

A dense rain of arrows cut through the night sky, like the god of death descending, reaping the lives of the rebels. Screams and wails rose and fell, interweaving into a symphony of death.

Chu Ze watched coldly, not moved at all. In his opinion, these rebels were just ants, not worth mentioning.

"Your Majesty, the fire on East Street is getting bigger and bigger!" the commander of the imperial guards shouted anxiously. (End of this chapter)