Rebirth: The Journey of an Heiress
Chapter 640 - 637: The Military’s Heart is Dispersed_1

Chapter 640: Chapter 637: The Military’s Heart is Dispersed_1

The patrol camp’s blade... was already at Bi Heng’s neck, preventing him from standing up again.

With Fan Yuhuai and the patrol camp in front, and King Xian and the Nandu army behind, they had no way out.

Bi Heng closed his eyes, resigned to his fate, and raised his head. Rain flowed down his eyelashes. Their numbers... had dwindled significantly. Even the imperial guards, seeing the hopeless situation, had laid down their arms and surrendered.

Fan Yuhuai walked up to Bi Heng, gazed deeply at Bi Heng, and the lifeless King Xin, and shouted loudly, "The Emperor has awakened! King Xin is dead! Surrender, and you will not be killed!"

Heaven and earth seemed to fall silent for a brief moment.

Master Tan rushed out of the palace: "Lord Fan! Be careful of King Xian and King Liang!"

Fan Yuhuai turned his head and looked at Master Tan on the upper part of the hall.

King Xian tightened his grip on his sharp blade, hooked the corners of his lips in the heavy rain, lifted his gaze, displaying a confident look, and shouted loudly, "King Xin conspired against the Emperor and the Crown Prince. We were late in protecting the heavens but will kill every rebel to avenge the Emperor and the Crown Prince!"

As soon as King Xian finished speaking, the blood-stained cold blade slashed straight at Fan Yuhuai.

"Be careful, my lord!" A soldier from the patrol camp, with eyes wide open, grabbed the unsuspecting Fan Yuhuai and pulled him back forcefully.

Fan Yuhuai turned back, eyes wide in disbelief, watching the cold blade that was meant to take his head swipe past his eyes. His left eye was instantly covered in crimson. A sharp pain spread from his left eye to half of his face.

Fan Yuhuai covered his eye with one hand and screamed in agony. The clanging of swords and the shouting of battle echoed again in the Imperial Palace.

The Nandu army led by King Xian fought fiercely with Fan Yuhuai’s patrol camp and the imperial guards.

Dragged to the rear by his subordinates, Fan Yuhuai, covering his blood-smeared eye with one hand, pushed his subordinates away with the other hand and gripped his sword. He shouted, "King Xian and King Liang are rebelling! Protect the Emperor!"

Inside the brightly lit, candle-flickering hall, the awakened Emperor’s eyes were bloodshot and filled with anger. He struggled to lift his hand and point outside the hall, breathing heavily. His chest emitted a suffocating wheezing sound, but he was unable to utter a single word.

How could he believe that King Xin, his beloved son, had intended to murder his father and brother to seize the throne?

How could he believe that King Xian, who lost his ability to have descendants for his sake, would rebel?

Yes... yes! Because King Xian’s only daughter was carrying the bloodline of the Imperial Family, he also had ambitions for their Lin family’s throne!

The Emperor’s face turned purple with rage. His sunken cheeks and eye sockets looked somewhat terrifying in the flickering candlelight.

"Father! Father!" The Crown Prince, kneeling at the Emperor’s side, wept continuously. "Father, you must take care of yourself!"

The Eldest Princess glanced outside through the carved flower partition, then leaned on her cane and walked towards the inner chamber. Gao Demao quickly ordered the trembling eunuch to lift the curtains on both sides and hang them on the gold-plated copper hooks, then pulled open the bright yellow gauze curtains.

Seeing the Eldest Princess enter with her cane, the Emperor’s pupils trembled. He wanted to speak, but started coughing while clutching his heart, staring straight at the Eldest Princess.

The Crown Prince hurriedly took the spittoon handed over by Gao Demao and kneeled closer to the Emperor, "Father!"

The Emperor waved his hand, propped himself up on the bed with his elbow, and slowly leaned back against the cushions. His rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

"Your Majesty!" The Eldest Princess nodded slightly to the Emperor.

The Emperor calmed down and sincerely thanked the Eldest Princess, "Aunt... thank you for watching over me these past days!"

"Your Majesty, rest assured. Bai Qingyan has already gone to bring the Anping Camp soldiers to rescue Your Majesty. The Bai family has protected our Jin Kingdom’s throne for generations. Even if only one remains, they will sacrifice their life to protect Your Majesty and the Crown Prince." The Eldest Princess lowered her eyes and bowed slightly to the Emperor again.

The Emperor gazed at the sachet hanging by the curtain and pursed his lips.

The Bai family...

The Bai family that has guarded the Jin Kingdom’s throne for generations.

Unknowingly, the Emperor thought of Bai Weiting and Bai Qishan.

He even thought of Bai Weiting’s father, whom he had seen in his childhood.

At that time, he was only six years old. The Bai family army returned triumphantly from the eastern expedition. That silver-haired, war-clad old man on the tall horse, exuded a majestic and heroic presence, just like the hero his second brother had described to him.

For centuries, the Duke of Zhen’s mansion stood tall and unwavering against the storms, its prestige known throughout the world.

The Emperor’s fist clenched tighter. If this time... Bai Qingyan remained loyal and led troops to save him and the Crown Prince.

Then, the Emperor was willing to ensure a way out for the Bai family, letting Bai Qingyan wholeheartedly serve the Crown Prince.

Outside the hall, the sound of clashing armor and swords, and screams continued to get closer. Inside the hall, it was eerily silent. Everyone was terrified.

Fan Yuhuai fought and retreated. King Xian and King Liang were protected by heavy shields. With the shout of "Hu Ha" from the shield-bearing soldiers, they advanced steadily, step by step in the rain, toward the steps.

Wearing heavy armor, King Xian seemed afraid that King Liang’s cowardly nature would cause his legs to buckle at the sight of the bloodbath. He pulled King Liang by the arm in one hand, held a sword in the other, and walked up the steps, getting closer and closer to the main entrance of the palace. The look in King Xian’s eyes was fixated on victory, almost to the point of madness: "Quick! It’s right in front of us!"

It’s right in front of us...

He would leap to become the state uncle. Once his daughter birthed the Crown Prince, he would kill King Liang. This world would belong to his Liu family.

King Xian’s mind was filled with thoughts of future glory for the Liu family. He didn’t notice stepping on a severed arm, slipping, but was steadied by a strong hand.

King Xian turned back in surprise to look at King Liang beside him.

King Liang, with his eyes downcast, spoke in a calm, steady voice, without fear or panic, "Father-in-law, be careful..."

Before King Xian could ponder the sudden sense of unease, a thunderous shout of battle came from the rear.

King Xian suddenly turned his head.

Bai Qingyan, riding a gallant steed, charged ahead as the vanguard, galloping fast. Her horse leaped through the rain, past the Nandu rebel army. Rainwater splashed down from the horse’s mane.

She gritted her teeth, her eagle-like sharp and calm gaze locked onto the shocked face of King Xian. She steadied herself, tightened her arm, nocked an arrow, drew the bow, and exerted all her strength. The bow creaked.

King Liang only saw a woman in silver armor, riding a gallant horse, leap through the rain. A sudden shiver ran through him. Before he could cry out in alarm, the arrow shot through the rain and air.

The arrow was so fast that King Liang felt only a gust of wind by his ear. King Xian’s entire body was suddenly flung backward by a force.

King Liang turned back to look at King Xian, who had fallen to the ground, eyes wide open. King Xian clutched his throat tightly. Blood poured out in torrents; when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out continuously.

"King Xian!"

"Prince!"

"King Xian!"

The commanders of the Nandu army who had been protecting King Xian cried out in astonishment. Suddenly, losing their leader, they panicked and the army’s morale disintegrated.