mesbooks Chapter 278 The Mad Couple 42
Chapter 278 The Mad Couple 42
After discussing it, the Wu family father and son, without even being fully prepared, took advantage of the chaos to rebel.
Before the Zhao family, the royal family, could react, the men from the western suburbs camp had already stormed the palace.
When Ji Xiaosong learned about this, the Wu family father and son had already clashed with Zhao Yuanjin.
She looked up at the sky speechlessly, and soon guessed why the Wu family father and son had rebelled.
Something was already off when the family was attacked several times before. Sending so many people here gives the impression that they want to kill the entire Wu family.
A rough calculation showed that the number of people the Wu family brought out from the western suburban camp was over 300,000.
This truly shocked Ji Xiaosong.
It should be noted that even if the Zhao family's army were to unite, it wouldn't be nearly that large.
So the Wu family's humble behavior was entirely because they were caught because they couldn't send messages before.
The old emperor summoned Wu Chufeng to the palace in the first place precisely to guard against this.
Although the Wu family now has quite a few members, Ji Xiaosong is still a little worried.
After all, they are her husband and father-in-law.
It's hard to judge my father-in-law, but he's not a bad person either.
Even when Ji Xiaosong bravely stormed the general's mansion, he could have easily eliminated her without making a sound.
But he didn't; instead, he gave her a fair chance.
Rongrong floated over from the palace and slowly asked Ji Xiaosong, "A-Song, your husband and father-in-law are going to rebel. Do you want to help them?"
"It seems they still have a chance of winning."
"But Ah Song, after all, is not legitimate."
"If one gains power, what is the point of legitimacy? The victor is the one who has the right to claim it."
Ji Xiaosong's divine sense was still focused on the movements in the palace, where the Wu family father and son were being scolded one by one by the officials.
Wu Chufeng stood in the center of the hall, the long sword in his hand still dripping blood, the tip of the blade trembling slightly, reflecting his cold and stern face.
His gaze swept over the civil and military officials in the hall like that of a hawk, his voice low and cold: "Is there anyone else who wants to curse?"
The hall was deathly silent. The officials, who had been indignant just moments before, all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, and several corpses lay on the ground—the very same ministers who had been the most vocal in their tirade.
Wu Chufeng's decisiveness and ruthlessness made everyone realize that the situation was completely out of control.
Seeing that no one dared to speak again, Wu Chufeng sneered, casually sheathed his long sword, and strode towards the dragon throne.
His father, Wu Zhenshan, stood to the side, his eyes brimming with pride.
Wu Chufeng walked to the dragon throne, reached out and stroked the magnificent golden armrests, a glint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.
He slowly sat down, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall once more, his voice loud and authoritative: "From this day forward, the world belongs to the Wu family!"
Before he could finish speaking, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall. Immediately afterwards, a group of fully armed soldiers rushed in, led by Wu Chufeng's trusted general.
He knelt on one knee, clasped his hands, and said, "Report! The palace and its surroundings are now completely under control. The remaining forces of the Zhao family have been eliminated, and the 300,000 troops from the western suburbs camp have also entered the capital and are ready to be deployed at any time!"
Wu Chufeng nodded in satisfaction and waved for him to leave.
Then, he looked at the officials in the hall, his tone carrying an undeniable authority: "Gentlemen, today's matter is settled. If anyone is dissatisfied, feel free to step forward; I, Wu Chufeng, will not force anyone. But if you choose to stay, you must wholeheartedly assist the new dynasty; if you have any disloyalty..."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like a knife. "Don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The officials looked at each other in bewilderment. After a moment, someone finally knelt down and shouted, "Your subjects are willing to serve the new emperor, even unto death!"
Immediately afterwards, the others also knelt down and echoed in unison.
Wu Chufeng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.
He turned to look at his father, Wu Zhenshan, and whispered, "Father, this world is finally ours."
Wu Zhenshan nodded, patted his son on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Chu Feng, power is good, but remember not to lose your true self. The way to govern a country lies in the hearts of the people."
Wu Chufeng smiled and said, "Father, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Meanwhile, Ji Xiaosong remained standing on a high place outside the palace, his divine sense covering the entire palace.
She clearly sensed everything that was happening inside the hall, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
She knew that Wu Chufeng had completely taken control of the situation, and the era of the Zhao family was over.
Rongrong floated to her side and asked softly, "Ah Song, are you really not going to get involved? After all, he is your husband."
Ji Xiaosong was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "This is the path he has chosen, and I have no right to interfere. Besides, since he has the ability to conquer this world, he naturally has the ability to govern it well. I only hope that he will not be blinded by power."
Rongrong sighed: "Power is the easiest thing to make people lose their way. I hope he will remember your words."
Ji Xiaosong didn't say anything more, but just quietly looked at the palace in the distance.
The day after Wu Chufeng ascended the throne, he sent a team of elite soldiers to the Wu residence to bring Ji Xiaosong and the rest of the Wu family into the palace.
The Wu family was completely unaware of this until the soldiers knocked on the door and respectfully announced the new emperor's decree, at which point they were jolted awake from their daze.
Wang Cuihua stood in the courtyard, her face ashen.
She originally thought Wu Daniu would become the new emperor, after all, he was the elder of the Wu family and Wu Chufeng's father.
Unexpectedly, the throne fell directly to Wu Chufeng.
She was indignant, but dared not vent her anger in front of everyone. She could only suppress her rage, force a smile, and follow the others into the carriage.
Throughout the journey, Wang Cuihua's thoughts were in turmoil.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Finally, she couldn't help but question Wu Daniu in a low voice inside the carriage: "Daniu, what exactly happened? Didn't you say that our Wu family was going to turn things around? How come in the end, the emperor is your son? Are you just going to be a retired emperor?"
Wu Daniu frowned and lowered his voice, saying, "Cuihua, stop making trouble. Chu Feng is capable, and I'm at ease entrusting the world to him. Our Wu family has already achieved a lot to get to where we are today."
Wang Cuihua sneered, her eyes full of mockery: "Not easy? You're so magnanimous! But have you ever thought about me? I've been married to you for so many years, managing the household for your Wu family, bearing children, and in the end, I can't even get the title of Empress! How can you expect me to accept this?"
Wu Daniu sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Cuihua, this matter is settled, so stop making a fuss. Chu Feng is my son. If he becomes emperor, our Wu family will not lose any glory. Why bother with these empty titles?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Cuihua's anger intensified.
She abruptly shook off Wu Daniu's hand, gritting her teeth as she said, "A hollow title? In your eyes, the position of Empress is just a hollow title? Wu Daniu, you really are a good father and a good husband!"
Seeing that she was emotionally agitated, Wu Daniu was afraid that she would cause trouble, so he quickly comforted her, "Cuihua, calm down first. We can discuss this slowly after we get into the palace, okay?"
Wang Cuihua snorted coldly, turned her head away, and stopped talking.
But a sinister glint flashed in her eyes.
Now that Wu Chufeng has become emperor, what will happen to her two sons?
Especially since Ji Xiaosong is pregnant, it's even less likely that she will have a son in the future.