Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

The nights in Prince Jin's Mansion were always quiet and peaceful.

The watery moonlight sprinkled on the vermilion palace walls, the scattered pavilions and the exquisite courtyards.

It seems as if this piece of world is covered with a veil of tranquility.

But tonight this peace was shattered to pieces by a sudden melee, like a piece of fine porcelain falling to the ground.

The guards in the palace were all doing their own jobs, some patrolling, some standing guard.

Who could have imagined that in the blink of an eye, we would be caught up in such a brutal fight.

At this moment, they were fighting desperately in front of the stable with the people from the evil cult who appeared out of nowhere.

The scene was like a tragic painting, slowly unfolding before everyone's eyes.

The moonlight tried hard to spread in the courtyard, but was cut into pieces by the swords and sabers that were flying back and forth, like broken silver pieces scattered on the ground.

The ping-pong sound of weapons colliding was endless, and each hit seemed to hit people's hearts hard.

The maids and servants hiding in the corners were all terrified. They covered their ears and trembled.

The screams of the wounded, the cries of killing, and the whistling of the wind intertwined together and echoed over the palace.

The sound grew louder and louder, as if it was going to break through the sky and tear the darkness apart.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, which went straight into people's noses and made people almost nauseous.

Mixed in with the salty smell of sweat emitted by everyone due to tension and exertion, it makes people feel that all this is so real and cruel, as if they were in the Avici Hell.

The ground beneath their feet also began to restless, trembling slightly due to the running and fighting of the guards, as if the earth was afraid of this sudden disaster.

From time to time, warm blood would splash onto the face and body, with a sticky touch, making people feel even more bloody and cruel.

Looking at the surrounding environment, the vermilion gate of the palace was crumbling in the melee.

The copper nails on the door, which had originally been extremely majestic, now reflected the cold light of a knife.

It seemed as if it was trembling with fear at this sudden change, making a slight buzzing sound, as if it was sobbing.

Several rockeries in the courtyard were knocked down.

The originally well-arranged shape became messy, and the surrounding flowers and plants were trampled into pieces.

Dead branches and leaves were scattered all over the ground, mixed with mud and blood.

It was a mess, and it made people feel sad.

Tiles fell from the surrounding pavilions from time to time.

It hit the fighting crowd, making crackling sounds, adding a bit of chaos and danger.

Someone was unable to dodge and was hit on the head by the tiles. Blood immediately gushed out and he fell to the ground screaming.

Zhu Gang was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe and a golden crown on his head.

He stood in the center of the chaos, his thick brows furrowed tightly.

Those sharp eyes were filled with anger and determination, and that gaze was like a sharp arrow that seemed to pierce through all the members of the Demon Cult.

At this time, Zhu Gang tightly grasped the long sword in his hand, and the delicate patterns on the hilt were almost embedded in his palm.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, showing the tension and solemnity in the heart of His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin, as well as his determination to repel the enemy at all costs.

Zhu Gang gnashed his teeth and roared, "Humph, these evil cult villains actually dared to run wild in my palace. They must be tired of living!"

Then without saying a word, he rushed into the battle group at the first step.

Zhu Gang was as agile as a dragon, and every time he swung his sword, he did so with an unstoppable momentum.

The blade cut through the air, making a humming sound, as if playing a sad song for this fierce battle. His sword moves were fierce, sometimes slashing horizontally to cut off the enemy's attacking weapons.

The broken weapon fell to the ground with a clang.

Sometimes he would stab straight ahead, accurately aiming at the vital points of the demon cult members, causing a trail of blood.

It splashed on Zhu Gang's brocade robe, but he ignored it.

Zhang Long, the head guard of the palace, waved his long sword and shouted at Zhu Gang, "Your Highness, be careful, these evil cult members are very ruthless!"

Zhu Gang did not even turn his head and shouted back: "What are you afraid of? Today we will make sure they never return!"

But the members of the Demon Cult were also extremely ferocious, and they were holding all kinds of strange weapons.

There are those things that look like maces but are covered with barbs, and there are also those soft swords that twist and turn like long snakes.

Each move was ruthless and neither side was at a disadvantage. For a while, the two sides were in a stalemate.

Zhu Gang's forehead was gradually covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks.

Some of it dripped into his eyes, stinging them and causing pain.

However, Zhu Gang just blinked slightly, which did not affect his concentration on the battle at all.

His clenched teeth further highlighted his determination to never retreat at this moment.

It was unknown how much time had passed, but after finally repelling the evil forces, Zhu Gang stood next to a messy stable.

His chest heaved violently and he gasped heavily, as if he wanted to let out all the tension he had just breathed.

I saw that Zhu Gang's brocade robe had already been soaked with sweat and was tightly stuck to his back.

Several places were still stained with the blood of the enemy, making it look a bit disheveled.

He looked at the blood and broken weapons on the ground, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

There was a burning anger in his eyes, mixed with a hint of worry.

Zhu Gang stomped his feet so hard that the stones on the ground jumped up.

He gnashed his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "Humph, these evil cult villains dared to run wild in my palace!

I will investigate this matter thoroughly, find out who is behind this, and make them pay a heavy price!"

After saying that, Zhu Gang slightly raised his head and looked at the night sky. There seemed to be a storm surging in his deep eyes, as if he was thinking about the conspiracy hidden behind this.

However, after this incident, various rumors began to spread among the people.

It was like a poisonous vine growing in the dark, spreading rapidly and could not be contained.

On the streets, in teahouses and taverns, people were talking everywhere.

An old man in coarse linen clothes was sitting in the teahouse, shaking his head, and said mysteriously, "Hey, have you heard that the Jin Palace was attacked by the Demon Cult? I'm afraid that Jin Prince Zhu Gang offended some underworld forces outside, and this is revenge."

A young man shook his head and said seriously, "Oh, you may not be right. I heard that the King of Jin intended to expand his military and had evil intentions, which led to the Demon Cult coming to destroy him."

These "conspiracy theories" became very popular and spread widely.

When Zhu Gang heard these rumors in the study of the palace, he was so angry that he trembled all over.

With a "bang", he slammed the teacup in his hand heavily on the table, and the tea splashed all over the floor.

Zhu Gang's hands unconsciously clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger that was about to erupt in his heart.

At this time, Zhu Gang's face turned red, the blue veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his eyes were full of anger and helplessness.

He paced back and forth in the study, stopping from time to time, muttering: "This bunch of unruly people only believe in such nonsense, it really makes me angry!" (End of this chapter)