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Chapter 8 Mutiny

Baiyan City Ruins.

In the center of the ruins, a ten-year-old boy squatted beside a pile of corpses, holding a heart in his hands, slowly gnawing on it.

His eyes were calm.

It was as calm as a stagnant pool.

"Three thousand people's blood energy barely reached the fourth level of Body Refinement?"

He stood up and licked the blood off his fingers.

"Which city should we choose next?"

……

Three years later.

The capital city of the Great Yan Dynasty, the imperial palace.

Inside the imperial study, the emperor looked at the mountain of memorials piled on his desk, his temples already streaked with gray.

Three years.

In just three years.

Half of his hair had turned white.

"His Majesty."

The head eunuch carefully served ginseng tea, saying, "Please rest, you haven't slept a wink all night..."

The emperor waved his hand, refusing the tea.

His gaze fell on the topmost memorial—

[Urgent report from Jiangnan: The Tiangong Army has captured Lin'an Prefecture. The prefect has died defending the city, and the casualties exceed ten thousand. The bandit forces are growing stronger, now numbering 150,000, and are well-equipped with firearms; the government troops are no match for them.]

The second letter—

[Urgent report from the Northern Frontier: White Rock City, Cloud City, and Yanmen City have fallen in succession. A total of over 23,000 people from these three cities have perished. The perpetrator's identity is unknown, but the methods were brutal, suggesting the work of a single individual. To date, 41 cities have been massacred, with over 270,000 dead.]

The third letter—

[Urgent report from the grasslands: The Heavenly Wolf Khan has unified the forty-eight tribes of the grasslands, boasting an army of 400,000 iron cavalry. His vanguard has reached the borders of Yunzhou, and the border is in dire need of attention!]

Fourth letter—

Fifth letter—

……

The emperor closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Is the Great Yan Dynasty truly doomed?

Can't he still do it?

The "bandits" in Jiangnan have now become a separatist force controlling half of the region.

The demons of the North slaughtered forty-one cities in three years. The imperial court sent troops to besiege them five times, and each time the army was wiped out.

The cavalry of the grasslands numbered 400,000, more than the entire army of the Great Yan Dynasty.

But he, the emperor, could do nothing.

Is the Great Yan Dynasty truly destined to perish in his generation?

"His Majesty."

A eunuch's voice came from outside the door, "His Highness the Crown Prince requests an audience."

The emperor opened his eyes, a complex expression flashing across them.

Prince.

His eldest son, who is twenty-six years old this year, was made crown prince at a young age. He is gentle and refined, and treats scholars with respect. He is praised by everyone in the court and the country.

But the more he thought about it, the more he hesitated.

Three years have passed, and the world is in such chaos. What has the Crown Prince done?

Nothing was done.

He spent his days reading in the Imperial Study, admiring flowers in the Imperial Garden, and engaging in refined conversations with his retainers in the Eastern Palace.

Urgent reports from the border arrived like snowflakes, and he would only say, "Father is wise and will make his decision."

With half of Jiangnan fallen, he could only say, "Your subject is burning with worry, but my voice carries little weight."

When 400,000 iron cavalry from the grasslands pressed in, he would only say, "My father is the true Son of Heaven, and he will surely turn danger into safety."

Destiny?

The emperor looked at his graying temples and gave a bitter smile.

This so-called emperor is about to lose even his own empire.

"Announce."

The crown prince walked in.

At twenty-six, he had a handsome face, was impeccably dressed, and exuded nobility in every move he made.

"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty."

Get up.

The emperor looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked:

"My lord, to whom do you think I should pass this empire?"

The crown prince was stunned.

"Father...you are in the prime of your life, why do you say such a thing?"

The emperor shook his head.

"I ask you a question, and you answer it."

The crown prince opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

He lowered his head, carefully considering his words:

"Your Majesty has already made his own decision, and I dare not presume to comment."

The emperor stared at him for a long time.

Then he laughed.

That smile contained disappointment, relief, and a hint of indescribable bitterness.

"Alright, you can go now."

"Yes."

The crown prince withdrew.

The emperor was the only one left in the imperial study.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the gray sky.

Three years.

The emperor suddenly recalled that night three years ago, when the tenth prince stood before him and said earnestly:

"Because someone wants to destroy the Great Yan. Your subject does not want the Great Yan to be destroyed."

"Boss..."

The emperor muttered to himself, "If you had even half the heart of the eleventh prince, why would I be in this situation..."

He didn't continue.

But he had already made up his mind.

……

Three days later, the morning court session began.

The emperor sat on the dragon throne, looking at the assembled civil and military officials, and slowly began to speak:

"I have been on the throne for twenty-three years, working day and night. Now I am old and frail, and my energy is waning."

"The position of crown prince has been vacant for a long time, and it is time to decide it now."

The courtiers held their breath.

The prince stood at the front of the procession, head bowed, but his hands trembled slightly in his sleeves.

The emperor's gaze swept over the assembled officials, finally settling on the crown prince.

"Crown Prince—"

The crown prince raised his head, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

"Gentle and refined, kind and benevolent, however..."

The emperor paused.

"However, in this chaotic world, a resolute and decisive ruler is needed."

"The Crown Prince is kind-hearted but lacks fortitude, making him unsuitable for great responsibilities."

The crown prince's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Therefore, I have made my decision—"

"Father!"

A voice suddenly interrupted him.

He is not the crown prince.

It is the second prince.

He strode out of the procession, stood below the steps, looked up at the man on the dragon throne, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Father, I'm afraid your decree won't be able to be issued."

The emperor frowned.

"What do you mean?"

The second prince did not answer.

He simply raised his hand and patted it gently.

Snapped.

Suddenly, a series of orderly footsteps sounded outside the Imperial Study.

A dense mass of armored soldiers surged in from all directions, swords drawn and arrows nocked, instantly surrounding the entire hall.

The courtiers were in uproar.

"This is—a mutiny!"

"The Second Prince has rebelled!"

"Protect the Emperor! Quickly, protect the Emperor!"