My chat group is full of female losers

Chapter 330 Forced into the Palace
"When do we make our move?" Shen Shi'an's voice was hoarse with extreme excitement.

Huo Qi's gaze was calm as he uttered two words: "Tomorrow night."

"it is good!"

Inside the inn, Yun Que pushed open the door and reported to Chang Hong, "Princess, the letter has been delivered as you instructed."

"Very good." Changhong nodded in satisfaction.

She then opened the chat group, which was still filled with meaningless chatter. She spoke directly: "The rebellion is about to begin. I estimate that the group owner will be forced out in the next couple of days. Are you all ready?"

These words immediately caused an uproar in the group.

Consort Li: "Is it finally coming! That's wonderful!"

Li Tian'er: "We've been ready for a long time, just waiting for your command!"

Su Wanqing: "I will follow Senior Changhong's arrangements!"

Seeing the screen full of excited responses, Changhong closed the chat group, a hopeful smile playing on his lips.

Meanwhile, in the desert.

The wind and sand swirled the tent flaps. The Third Princess looked at Changhong's messages in the chat group, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she didn't feel much at ease.

After all, similar situations have happened several times before.

Never mind. She then thought to herself, there's no need to overthink it.

She closed the chat group and looked ahead. There, kneeling, was a middle-aged woman named Tielan, her face filled with hatred.

The woman was roaring angrily: "My father, that coward! He fears the Khan and treats his own daughter like a commodity, sending her to this godforsaken place just to exchange for his laughable peace! I didn't want to marry, so they tied me up with ropes and threw me onto the wedding procession!"

Her eyes practically spit fire as she gritted her teeth and continued, "I was born to never admit defeat! As a woman, why can't I compete with those incompetent brothers? Why can't I aspire to succeed as clan leader? They're afraid of me! Those cowardly and foolish brothers, fearing my abilities, conspired with Father to marry me off to this barren land, and shamelessly held my mother hostage!"

"I hate them! I hate them!"

The Third Princess listened to the accusations filled with resentment and malice, and a look of satisfaction appeared in her eyes.

After all, his own storyline is about to end.

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The next day, late at night.

On the city wall of the imperial city, two figures stood under the moonlight, their shadows stretched extremely long.

Shen Shi'an's official robes billowed in the wind. His old face, usually etched with the shrewdness and worldliness of officialdom, now held only a resolute determination, as if he were risking his life. He turned his head, his voice extremely low: "Make your move?"

Huo Qi didn't look at him, his gaze fixed on the palace in the shadows. After a long silence, he answered with equal firmness: "Make your move!"

Before he finished speaking, his right hand was already raised, and then he swung it down sharply towards the palace in front of him.

At that very moment, on a tall building not far away, Changhong leaned against the railing, watching the grand spectacle unfold with great interest. Yun Que stood behind her, hands at her sides.

Changhong opened the chat group and said, "Huo Qi has started his operation. You should all get ready."

The group chat was instantly flooded with "yes".

Changhong closed the interface and turned his gaze back to the palace.

With Huo Qi forcing Chu Lu to abdicate, Chu Lu is in imminent danger, and the mysterious group leader will inevitably appear to save the day. That will be the perfect opportunity for these opportunists to strike.

Thinking of this, Changhong revealed an excited and expectant smile.

As if in response to her expectations, countless imperial guards clad in black armor surged forth from all directions like a tide, silently engulfing every corner of the palace. Their movements were terrifyingly fast and perfectly coordinated; in the blink of an eye, the palace gates, the armory, and all the vital passages leading to the inner court were completely blocked. The patrolling eunuchs and guards, before they could even process what was happening, had sharp blades pressed against their throats and fell silently to the ground.

In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the vast imperial palace changed hands.

A captain rushed over, the clanging of armor plates particularly jarring in the silence. He knelt on one knee: "General, the palace is in our hands!"

Huo Qi nodded, his voice devoid of any warmth: "Let's go, it's time to see His Majesty."

In the deep of night, in the murderous atmosphere of the palace, a young palace maid carrying a nearly extinguished palace lantern ran desperately down the silent corridor. Her skirt was tripped several times, and she almost scrambled to the door of the bedchamber.

Forget all etiquette, she pushed the door open, stumbled inside, and cried out in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"

Chu Lu was already sitting on the edge of the bed. He had woken up with a start when the palace maid ran to the vicinity of the palace gate. He looked at the flustered maid and asked, "What's wrong? What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"General Huo Qi... he... he's led his troops in! He's rebelled!"

After hearing this, Chu Lu was stunned for a moment, then a look of understanding and anticipation appeared on his face. He muttered to himself, "So they've finally rebelled?"

He slowly rose and began to change, as if everything outside was irrelevant to him. While adjusting the lapel of his dragon robe, he asked seemingly casually, "Do you know Asheng?"

The palace maid was taken aback by his calm demeanor and nodded subconsciously, "I...I do know..."

“That’s enough,” Chu Lu said. “Go find Asheng right now and tell him it’s time to get to work.” The palace maid was full of doubt, but seeing the unwavering look in Chu Lu’s eyes, she nodded in agreement: “Yes…”

Chu Lu straightened his clothes and walked straight outside.

"Your Majesty!" a palace maid exclaimed, "Where are you going?"

"Naturally, I'm going to see General Huo."

The palace maid's eyes widened, and for a moment she thought there was something wrong with her ears.

As soon as Chu Lu stepped out of the palace, Chang Hong, a tall building above, immediately spotted him.

A glint of excitement flashed in her eyes as she said to the lark beside her, "Lark, look! He's here! The show's about to begin!"

Upon hearing this, Lark immediately adopted a look of watching a monkey show and looked down.

Chu Lu walked slowly along the empty palace road, his footsteps sounding exceptionally clear in the deathly still night.

Ahead, Huo Qi and Shen Shi'an stood side by side, their expressions grim. Behind them was a dense mass of civil and military officials, and beyond that, an endless line of Imperial Guards, like a black steel forest. Countless eyes, hidden in the shadows of their helmets, converged into a chilling and immense killing intent.

Chu Lu did not stop, continuing to walk at a leisurely pace, alone, heading straight towards them.

Finally, he stopped ten steps away from Huo Qi and Shen Shi'an.

Inside the palace, only the sound of the wind and the suppressed breathing of thousands of people remained.

Under everyone's gaze, Chu Lu slowly spoke: "What brings you all here so late at night?"

His voice was calm, as if he were simply asking about the weather.

Huo Qi looked at the calm and composed Chu Lu, his eyes filled with complex emotions: anger, determination, confusion, self-blame, and a hint of bewilderment as if in a dream.

He never imagined that the martial arts skills he had honed over half a lifetime would be used against the emperor.

But when she thought about everything that had happened these past few days, and the letter that Hibari had sent, that slight confusion was overshadowed by an even stronger anger.

He gazed at Chu Lu and said softly, "Your Majesty, have you been able to sleep well these days?"

The sound echoed lonely in the cold night air.

Before Chu Lu could answer, he continued, "This humble general can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see the panicked faces of the people in the capital, the soldiers dying tragically on the front lines, and the land falling inch by inch... This humble general simply can't sleep!"

He suddenly reached into his robes, pulled out a letter soaked in blood, and held it high as if it were not a letter but a blood-stained memorial tablet.

"This is the last letter from General Geng Lie, the commander of Black Stone Pass! He and his three thousand soldiers fought a bloody battle for seven days, and the entire army was wiped out! This letter was dug out of a pile of corpses by a chivalrous man and risked his life to deliver it back to the capital!"

He took a step forward, his voice seemingly tinged with bloodlust: "The letter pleads tearfully, saying they are willing to die for their country, only asking that the court take care of their wives and children! Your Majesty, do you dare to read this letter?! Do you still have the face to read it?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a suppressed sigh rose from among the officials, and the expressions of the Imperial Guards soldiers grew even more grief-stricken.

High up on the building, Changhong smiled slightly and said to Yun Que, "Judging from their sorrowful appearance, it seems that my letter was quite well written."

“Of course!” Lark looked at her with eyes full of admiration. “Words are born from the wisdom of us women. When it comes to literary talent, what man can compare to you, Princess? When they see such an exquisite farewell letter for the first time, they will naturally be moved to tears and become your puppets in the end.”

Upon hearing this, Changhong smiled with satisfaction and praised, "Yun Que has become smarter. It seems I haven't taught you in vain."

"Hehe." Yun Que chuckled sheepishly at first, then said, "It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, Princess. And then... no matter how stupid I am, I'm still a woman. I have that much wisdom. Unlike those men down there..."

She looked down, a disdainful expression on her face: "Even now, they still think everything was their own decision. That they wanted to rebel. How laughable."

“That’s right,” Changhong said, looking down. “It’s truly laughable.”

Both of them smiled, their eyes filled with contempt for the crowd below.

Below, Chu Lu stared blankly at the scene and asked indifferently, "Huo Qi, what exactly do you mean?"

Huo Qi's voice suddenly turned cold: "Your Majesty! You are the culprit behind all of this! This humble general begs Your Majesty to immediately stop setting up the blood sacrifice array, issue an edict of self-reproach, and then... abdicate voluntarily! Let us choose another wise ruler!"

No sooner had Huo Qi finished speaking than Shen Shi'an, who was standing to the side, suddenly lifted his official robe and knelt down heavily.

He uttered a loud voice that seemed utterly incongruous with his own image: "Your Majesty, please abdicate!"

Then, behind him, officials led by Jia Ruhui and Wen Yutang knelt down without hesitation. This wave of kneeling quickly spread, from the high-ranking officials in the front row to the junior officials in the back, civil and military officials, hundreds of people knelt down like overturned dominoes, filling the entire palace road.

"Your Majesty, please abdicate!"

The voices of hundreds of people merged into a terrifying torrent, shaking the glazed tiles on the palace walls. That thunderous roar pressed down on Chu Lu, who was all alone.

On the high-rise building, Changhong's spirits lifted, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

"The main event is about to begin!" She licked her lips, staring intently at Chu Lu below, eagerly anticipating his next reaction.

(End of this chapter)