Chapter 493: Fang Heng Arrival

Chapter 493

Zhu Changyu unexpectedly burst into loud laughter when he heard this.

"Although both princes, both born in the imperial palace, one grew up pampered every day, while the other barely survived with beatings and humiliations."

"Did you hear about today's prince conferment? The favored ones got rich and fertile fiefs, while the out-of-favor ones have to go to remote poor places. Why? What on earth is the reason?"

"My mother did something wrong, but why should it implicate me? What did I do wrong? Did I willingly come into this world? Did I willingly get born in this imperial city? Did I willingly live humbly suffering insults?"

"That man, we all call him the Emperor Father, but our fates are worlds apart. I don't envy Zhu Changhong for having a loving mother, but what about Father? What has he done?"

Dereliction of duty, ignoring, no love.

Perhaps there is no justice that can be spoken of, but the pain that falls on the child is real and tangible.

And it cannot prevent that child from giving birth to dissatisfaction and hatred in endless pain day after day.

"Consort Ju's high-sounding moral principles may be able to fool you, but they cannot fool me." Zhu Changyu's expression turned indifferent again. "She did me no harm, but she took away all of Father's love. She could have chosen not to be a concubine, yet she insisted on having an everlasting love in the depths of the palace. She enjoyed it for twenty years before meeting this outcome. I even think she got off easy."

"No matter how tragic the ending, there was passion and joy once, wasn't there?"

The teenage prince asked softly, with sadness in his unremarkable eyebrows and eyes.

The commander of the Imperial Guards was at a loss for words.

Perhaps a child who grew up in humiliation only had hatred and resentment left in his heart, only wanting to stand on the highest position to comfort himself for the tears he shed in solitude.

But imperial power was solid, ancestral precepts were upright, and no matter how much discontent, it was hard to shake them.

He could only look at this prince who might have been quite outstanding but was stifled by his birth, and lightly waved to signal.

The restless Imperial Guards rushed forward and seized Zhu Changyu.

"Your Highness, there's no use being unwilling, the Crown Prince has already been invested, and the dynasty needs someone who can abide by the rules." The commander of the Imperial Guards said softly.

With Li Qiang also arrested, the Imperial Guards with blood dripping from their swords captured everyone, and the sensational struggle for imperial power seemed to come to an end.

"I really didn't expect this, one wave after another, too many unwilling people."

"I'm just unwilling about not making money, everything else is fine if it goes smoothly."

Zheng Ruqian added with a silly laugh.

Wen Zhiyun smiled with pursed lips next to him, still taciturn as usual.

Zhu Changyu glanced at the sun. Although he regretted that the civil and military officials had all left, he could still reinvest the Crown Prince.

Or he didn't even need to invest him, as long as the Emperor's other sons all died, the imperial power could only fall into his hands.

"Commander, you were right about one thing." Zhu Changyu glanced at Chang Yan who had just arrived. "It's useless to be unwilling, ruthlessness is needed to get what you want."

A few dozen Imperial Guards were just the most superficial means, the thousands of city guards were the real trump card.

Even surrendering obediently was just an act. He broke free of his restraints the moment he left the palace and got on the horse.

Fang Yuan, who had not appeared in Feng Tian Hall during the long lively time, turned out to be making the final preparations.

Even the commander of the Imperial Guards sighed in admiration, feeling that even without the Crown Prince, the Eldest Prince and his mother could not defeat this Second Prince.

To control power, to sit in that position, civil officials only served the public, while military generals were the key.

The First Emperor who conquered the world had several war gods by his side, and invincible troops.

And today, Zhu Changyu brought three thousand city guards straight to the imperial city.

"Commander, if you don't want blood flowing in the city, surrender quickly." His eyes grew colder and colder, forcing back all the reluctance. "Fifth Brother, only one of us can live in the end."

Kindness does not control the military, righteousness does not operate business.

If a person is not ruthless, he cannot stand firmly.

The rebels would die, and after the rebels succeeded, the orthodoxy would die.

From the moment when they fought for power, it was destined that it would be a fight to the death between them.

The Imperial Guards all turned around, and their eyes, along with the city guards, Zhu Changyu, Fang Yuan, the fluttering sunlight, all fell on Chang Yan.

It was up to the decision of this Crown Prince whether it would be war or surrender, bringing everyone to death together, or bravely going to death alone.

In the crowd, Jiang Sheng moistened his palms, Wen Zhiyun put away his smile, and Zheng Ruqian bared his teeth.

Only Xu Mo exchanged a look with Chang Yan, then gazed in the direction of the city gate.

There, the waves were surging, dust was flying, horses were galloping.

Who would fear who, who would surrender to whom.

Chang Yan cracked open the corners of his mouth, not sure if it was heartache or gratification. "Second Brother, now it's your turn to make a choice."