The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 215

The Crown Prince led his men to bloodily cleanse the Marquis of Chinan’s residence, crushing the last hope in the Great General’s heart. With a mouthful of blood, the Great General’s eyes widened in rage before he died.

Having dealt with the Great General, Song Jin and the Crown Prince headed straight for the palace. At the palace gates, the heir of the Duke of Ning commanded his troops.

Standing atop the city gate tower, the heir of the Duke of Ning watched the approaching group. His gaze passed over the Crown Prince and finally settled on Song Jin’s face. Clenching his fist, his eyes filled with murderous intent. If not for her, how would Noble Consort De have publicly dropped the golden box? Had it not been for that incident, the Emperor would not have grown suspicious, and Noble Consort De would not have panicked and taken the wrong path, leading to her death.

“Fire arrows!” Without further words, the heir of the Duke of Ning raised his hand to give the order. But before he could, a commotion broke out among his soldiers.

Turning back, he saw their bows and crossbows falling to the ground, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, and the soldiers couldn’t lift them.

“General, what do we do?”

The soldiers, bewildered and alarmed, looked to the heir of the Duke of Ning. They had fought many battles but had never seen anything like this.

Amidst the crowd, some veteran soldiers began to shout, “It’s spiritual power, spiritual power! Back then, the late Empress used this power when leading her troops into battle!”

“How could it be the late Empress? She’s been dead for years.”

“I heard that the late Empress gave birth to a Princess before she died.”

“How could there be a Princess? If there were, why haven’t we seen her all these years?”

“I heard…”

As the chatter grew louder, the heir of the Duke of Ning, his face turning pale, shouted, “Silence!”

However, someone in the crowd called out, “General, what’s going on? This is the late Empress’s spiritual power. Only her lineage can wield it. Are we supposed to attack someone from the late Empress’s family?”

“Yes, isn’t this the Princess the late Empress gave birth to? General, are you ordering us to attack the Princess? We fought alongside the late Empress!”

“General…”

The growing unrest among the troops unsettled the heir of the Duke of Ning. Frustrated, he waved his hand, “Shut up! There’s no Princess, this is witchcraft!”

As soon as he spoke, the sword at his waist unsheathed itself, rising slowly and moving toward his neck in full view of everyone.

“Heavens!”

“It’s really the late Empress’s spiritual power!”

“The late Empress! The late Empress!”

“Long live the Empress!”

Someone in the crowd started, and soon countless soldiers knelt down in unison.

Song Jin turned to the Crown Prince, “Did you arrange this?”

The Crown Prince smiled, “Do you like it?”

Song Jin sighed inwardly. This man truly embodied the romantic hero from a storybook!

The heir of the Duke of Ning, his sword threatening his life, clenched his fist and knocked the sword away. He leaped into the air, his soldiers following suit, loyal to him and the Great General. They dropped their weapons and leaped from the city walls, heading straight for Song Jin.

Seeing them approach, Song Jin prepared to use her spiritual power again. But just as she exerted herself, a sudden pain blocked her chest, her throat tasted metallic, and she spat out blood.

The sudden turn of events boosted the morale of the heir of the Duke of Ning’s soldiers. Those who hadn’t jumped initially grabbed their swords and charged forward.

Seeing Song Jin vomit blood, the Crown Prince, terrified, quickly picked her up. “Kill them!”

At his command, his men engaged in battle. Meanwhile, those soldiers he had previously placed within the heir of the Duke of Ning’s camp also drew their swords.

Without Song Jin’s spiritual power, the battlefield was a noise of fighting, with blood flowing like rivers. The air was thick with the stench of blood.

In the Imperial Hall, the Third Prince, as acting regent, had many matters to address, and he was executing personnel decisions swiftly.

During the morning court, a panicked eunuch rushed in.

“Your Highness, there’s trouble!”

The ministers, having endured last night’s siege and threats, this morning’s news of the Emperor’s critical condition, and the Second Prince’s regicide, were already on edge. Hearing this new alarm, they broke into cold sweats, anxiously looking at the eunuch.

The eunuch stumbled into the hall, forgetting all decorum in his panic.

“The Crown Prince has entered with his men, and he has the Princess born to the late Empress!”

His words stunned everyone.

What? The late Empress’s daughter? When did the late Empress give birth to a daughter?

Wasn’t it declared that both mother and child died?

Where did this Princess come from?

The Third Prince glared fiercely at the eunuch. This person wasn’t one of his men.

“Outrageous! How dare you spout nonsense in the Imperial Hall! Take him away and beat him to death!”

The ministers were stunned.

The eunuch, terrified, pleaded, “Your Highness, please spare me! It’s true, they’re fighting outside. Weapons are flying everywhere! Only the late Empress could do this!”

The Third Prince clenched his fists tightly.

“Take him away immediately!”

Guards stepped forward and dragged the screaming eunuch out.

As he left, the ministers began to murmur among themselves.

The Third Prince, face darkening, scanned the room. “The Crown Prince is disrupting the court. He must be executed. I have already sent men to apprehend him at the city gate. There’s no need for panic.”

His words made it clear to the ministers what was happening. The Second Prince had committed regicide, but the Third Prince was no saint either. It was a case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. The Crown Prince, who usually stayed out of politics, had now emerged. Was he really here to save the Emperor?

But what did the eunuch mean by the late Empress’s daughter appearing? The official declaration was that both mother and child had died. If a daughter had survived…

As this thought dawned, the ministers broke into a cold sweat, unable to focus on what the Third Prince was saying.

At that moment, Minister Zhao entered with Song Dingzhong.

No one knew Song Dingzhong, assuming he was a subordinate of Minister Zhao.

The Minister of Justice stepped forward. “Your Highness, I have something to report.”

Everyone turned to him.

The Third Prince felt a foreboding sense of doom.