Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

Chapter 420: Special Invitation to Enter the City
On the day when Prince Yuanjin led his troops to attack Shangjing, the sky in Daliang was so low that it seemed to be hanging down. The plum rain season in the south of the Yangtze River would affect the Central Plains to some extent, dyeing it with a hazy gray.

The East China Sea bandits were divided into four groups, and they marched towards the city gates in the east, west, south and north with their swords drawn, with great momentum.

Yin Luo and Chi Linjing and their group entered the capital last night. Although Yu Ruyi did not come with them, she sent a letter to Yu Feng and Yan Jia, asking them to protect Yin Luo well, so that she would not be carried back to the mansion in a mess like she was last time in Bei Liao...

Standing on the wall of the main city gate of Shangjing, the girl in black skirt saw from afar a large number of people and horses galloping and making a lot of noise, forming a circle and rushing towards them.

She looked at the East Gate, where a tiny white dot sat outside the moat, as if petrified, and did not move for a long time. She came to Beijing in a hurry this time, and before she had time to say a few words to Si Ziqi, she was sent by Ming Fanlan to the main city gate to delay the bandit army.

It is said that the palace is now in chaos. The old favorite Changde Gonggong who guards Emperor Chongwen is actually an aide to Prince Yuanjin! For so many years, he has been secretly informing Donghai of the situation in the palace.

If it weren't for this time, when he attempted to poison Emperor Chongwen while decocting medicine for him and was discovered by Mei Chengting who was inspecting the imperial kitchen, Emperor Chongwen would probably have died by now.

Ming Fanlan said that she would come to guard the city gate after she had dealt with Eunuch Changde.

The woman in purple was not panicked at all, and Yin Luo felt inexplicably at ease watching her.

"Yan Jia, Yu Feng, you two take two teams of imperial guards down to the west gate. If the bandits attack the city, help stop them." Yin Luo crossed his arms, "Si Ziqi will guard the east gate by himself, you two go to the west gate, my second brother and A Fang should be at the north gate, and leave the south gate to us two."

Yan Jia and Yu Feng both bowed and went to the west gate according to Yin Luo's instructions.

"I never thought that I would be able to stand on the city wall of Daliang's capital one day. Seeing that they were about to attack Shangjing, you didn't seem panicked at all. Are you sure that Ming Zhidu can't usurp the throne?"

Yin Luo stared at the troops approaching, "What's the point of panicking? We can't lose our composure now. This morning, we received a victory message from Wuzhou. Song Jingping, the general manager of the garrison, led the local army to drive out the Donghai bandits and regained control of Wuzhou. This greatly boosted the morale of the Imperial Guards. At this moment, there are nearly 10,000 Imperial Guards ready to go in Shangjing City. What's the problem with killing Ming Zhidu? Just like my aunt said, the orthodoxy cannot be changed by thieves, not to mention that he is a vicious thief."

Chi Linjing lowered his eyes and warned: "No matter what, you still have to be careful and wait and see what happens. You must not go down to join the battle."

Yin Luo tilted his head and glanced at him, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Mingzhidu's army is at the gate of the city, can she just stand here and watch the battle?

The wind blew the clouds into shape, forming mushroom clouds in the sky, as if a sudden rainstorm was brewing.

The golden chariot pulled by fine horses slowly stopped, and the gauze curtain was opened from the inside.

Yin Luo's brows narrowed, and he subconsciously clenched his fingertips to move the needle.

The man in green robe noticed the change in her aura and walked to her left front, half blocking her view of Ming Zhidu.

"Regent Prince Chi, long time no see." Ming Zhidu smiled gently, "Why? Shangjing City is now under your Nanxia? Where are the other members of the Ming royal family? Could it be that Ming He died and everyone went to pay their respects, so they had no time to welcome me to the capital?"

"Prince Yuanjin, you really know how to joke."

East of Shangjing City.

When eight thousand elite bandits surrounded the moat on the east side of the city, they saw a young man in a black robe standing against the wind. The pure white cloak rustled behind him, like a hoisted sail or a mourning cloth.

Si Ziqi was in deep sorrow. He had difficulty falling asleep since Ah He's death. Once he fell asleep, his dreams were filled with the scene at the mouth of the Cuizhou River that day. If he hadn't been ambushed, he could have quelled the flood.

He always remembered the appearance of Ah He before his death, the missing horns, the torn skin and flesh, the broken bones, the bloody canal, and the flying gold powder...

Si Ziqi looked up at the sky. He grew up in Baqing Mountain. These days he sat outside the moat of Shangjing and thought deeply, reviewing everything he had learned in the past.

Are there immortals in the world? He doesn't know. Where will A-ha go after he dies? He doesn't know.

Eight thousand long swords and sharp knives gathered cold light, and the bandits marched in unison, shouting: "Kill—"

There was a glimmer in the corners of Si Ziqi's eyes. He clenched his hands into a palm and circled them. The moat turned into a towering water column that formed an indestructible high wall made of true energy behind him.

"It is said that there are immortals in the world. The disciples of my Zhiyu Palace have practiced hard for generations in order to become immortals! It is said that there are no immortals in the world, because there is no justice in this world!
An army of tens of millions slaughters tens of millions of people...

If you were tigers, leopards, jackals, and wolves, today I, Si Ziqi, would be the immortal who has landed in Daliang!"

West of Shangjing City.

Yan Jia's three-sound sword was unsheathed. She wanted to take on the first wave of bandits, but was stopped by Yu Feng.

"Let me go first!" The maple leaf silver dart spun and cut towards the bandit's neck, blood splattered. The young man in the amber robe dealt with the fight while cursing: "A bunch of robbers! Do you really think you are soldiers? Although your grandfather and my family opened an escort agency in the underworld, our ancestors also had generals! When your stinky master did not rebel, Daliang was peaceful! Since your master started the army, my family's escort agency has almost closed down! The Sixth Young Master is right, I came to the capital this time to kill the bandits and bring honor to my ancestors!"

Yan Jia dodged and swung his sword. She suddenly felt close to him and even her tone was softer than before: "Stop joking!"

The unique woody scent on her body inhaled into her nose, and Yu Feng chuckled, "Yan Jia, we must fight well." "You say?" Yan Jia smiled slightly. She vaguely remembered that a few years ago, they fought side by side against the enemy in Yuzidu. "Show the spirit of revenge for the second young master. There are no useless people in Changlin Cliff! If you let a thief into the city today, I, Yan Jia, will die!"

"Don't say such unlucky words! When this chaos is over and the epidemic in Jiangnan is gone, I want to ask the leader for a life." Yu Feng waved the dart. He was always by Yan Jia's side, helping her deal with the bandits that rushed from behind.

"We'll talk about what happened then. The most urgent task now is to guard Shangjing!" Yan Jia answered seriously.

"What if I say that the person I want to offend is you?"

The sword in Yan Jia's hand paused for a moment, and the next second, she came back to her senses and joined the battle, but Yu Feng understood her words with a smile.

"That depends on whether you, Protector Yuzuo, can fight well today."

North of Shangjing City.

Ming Fang sat on a tall horse, with a heart-piercing arrow wrapped around her fingertips. The man she loved most in her life was beside her, as bright as the moonlight.

Zhang Yuan, the deputy envoy of the Antai Division, was still persuading her, "Princess! Please return to the palace as soon as possible! Leave this battlefield to the Imperial Guards and the Antai Division! Why do you have to guard the city without caring about your own safety? If His Majesty knew that you sneaked out, I'm afraid he would faint again! Just think of it as for His Majesty's health and go back to the palace! This humble minister is enough!"

He did not forget to wink at Meng Qingyue, "Master Meng, please try to persuade the princess!"

However, Meng Qingyue seemed not to hear it. There was affection in his eyes as he gazed at Ming Fang, as if to say: I support you.

The rough bandit army attacked swiftly, shooting three arrows through the heart. Ming Fang stood on his horse and said to Meng Qingyue, "If Miss Ting'er was here at this moment, it would be easy to deal with. I may not be able to take care of you later, so you should avoid the swords and don't get hurt."

"You too," Meng Qingyue's voice was still gentle, but full of hatred, "We all stay alive to seek justice for her."

Ming Fang nodded, and the three heart-piercing arrows merged into a short halberd in her hand. She looked heroic in her bright yellow battle uniform, pointing directly at the enemy army, "Now that my father is ill, I should share his worries. You bastards are not allowed to set foot in Daliang Shangjing! The Ming royal family has lasted for hundreds of years, and not everyone can become a king if they want to!"

And here, the main city gate.

"Bang... Bang..." Dozens of bandits surrounded a wooden pillar as thick as a man and continuously hit the tightly closed city gate.

The city gate was almost knocked down. Through the crack in the door, Ming Zhidu did not see any royal guards behind the gate.

He felt it was very strange and couldn't help squinting his eyes. When he looked up again, he saw a bright and noble purple color moving up the city wall.

Ming Fanlan, who had arrived at some point, walked slowly between Yin Luo and Chi Linjing. Her expression was still calm and arrogant, and she lowered her eyes to look at Ming Zhidu with obvious disdain and mockery.

Ming Zhidu raised his head and met her eyes. He was stunned for half a minute, then he suddenly raised his hand and called to Xin Jusong, "Let them stop."

Xin Jusong didn't understand but did as he was told, shouting, "Retreat——"

Dozens of bandits received the order and retreated ten steps while holding the wooden pillars.

Ming Fanlan raised his eyebrows, not surprised by Ming Zhidu's behavior, "Yuanjin, you know what's good for you."

"Second sister, I know that as long as you stand on this city gate, I can't enter the city." Ming Zhidu said with a hint of meaning, "It's a pity that you are too busy to do anything. When Taizu founded the country, he established the capital in Shangjing and built four city gates. Today, you are paving the way for me."

Ming Fanlan laughed twice when she heard that, "You misunderstood." Her face was extremely calm, and it was hard to tell what she wanted to do. "I didn't come here to stop you. I brought you good news. Ming He passed away just now. I have ordered all troops to withdraw from the main city gates, and I specially invite King Yuanjin Mingzhi to cross the city and ascend the throne." She emphasized the word "specially invite".

Ming Zhidu didn't expect that she would do this. Ming Fanlan has always stood on Ming He's camp, so this must be a lie.

Not only Ming Zhidu, Yin Luo also stayed where she was. She stared at Ming Fanlan's face in disbelief, but could not see any clues.

Chi Linjing lowered his brows as if realizing something, interest flashing in his eyes.

"Royal sister, haven't you always supported Minghe?" Ming Zhidu didn't expose her, but just played Tai Chi with her.

Ming Fanlan just smiled without saying anything and clapped his hands twice fluently and naturally.

The tightly closed city gate burst open.

Looking from Mingzhidu's perspective, the streets of Shangjing were empty, with only the wind-blown fallen leaves sweeping through the dust, rustling into the corners.

It's the eerie silence.

(End of this chapter)