The court officials were extremely obsequious, while the generals were all hesitant to fight.
The once powerful Jin Kingdom, which had dominated many nations, relied heavily on the Duke of Zhen!
When Father was alive, he used to say... the Duke of Zhen’s household was the backbone of Jin Kingdom!
The title "Zhen" was not something an ordinary aristocratic family could bear.
Now... the Jin Kingdom no longer has the Duke of Zhen. There are no more Bai family generals and Bai family army willing to sacrifice their lives to guard the Jin Kingdom.
The Southern Frontier and Northern Frontier have reached a point where even her granddaughter has to rush back and forth to manage them.
If her granddaughter were no longer there, the Jin Kingdom would surely decline. A hundred years later, it might even perish.
The Eldest Princess suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of desolation.
But what could she do? Was she going to force her granddaughter to become the next Duke of Zhen and the next target of the king’s suspicion and the court officials’ attacks, just for the sake of the Lin family’s royal power?
She was already buried up to her neck in yellow earth. She could only do her best to protect this Jin Kingdom for her father and brother before she closed her eyes. After she closes her eyes... at least she would have the face to meet her father and brother!
As for what happens after her, how the Jin Kingdom would change... she could no longer manage, even if... her granddaughter were to revolt against the Lin family’s royal power.
The Eldest Princess closed her eyes, her hands fingering the Buddha Beads, listening to the intense sound of rain striking the high steps of the palace and the mixed sounds of shouting and killing in the wind and rain.
Suddenly, an imperial guard rushed up the high steps and knelt outside the hall, cupping his fists and saying, "Eldest Princess, Patrol Camp’s Fan Yuhuai is protecting the Crown Prince and entering the palace to guard! The Patrol Camp is fighting to the death with the forbidden guards brought by King Xin!"
The Eldest Princess stood up at the news. Soon, more imperial guards hurried up the steps, knelt before the Eldest Princess, and said, "Reporting to the Eldest Princess, Commander Min Zhongxin of the forbidden guards at Wude Gate claims that the Crown Prince leads the Patrol Camp to force the palace to kill His Majesty. They have opened the palace gates and are coming towards His Majesty’s bedchamber together with the rebel army!"
The Eldest Princess clutched the dragon head cane in her hand tightly and hurriedly walked a few steps outside, her blurry vision looking into the distance... She saw Fan Yuhuai climbing the high steps with the Crown Prince, whose face was pale and eyes unable to open due to the rain. Quan Yu was carrying the Crown Princess Consort, and they were all charging up the high steps under the protection of the Patrol Camp.
The aged Master Tan was also being carried by a strong soldier. Even that old Fang was being bounced around, his arms tightly wrapped around the soldier’s neck, shouting, "Hurry!"
"Have the archers ready to respond to the Crown Prince and let him into the hall!" the Eldest Princess shouted.
Suddenly, a sharp cry of joy came from inside the hall. "His Majesty is awake! His Majesty is awake!"
The Imperial Physician hurriedly knelt before the Emperor’s couch, taking the Emperor’s pulse.
The Eldest Princess turned back, looking toward the swaying shadows in the curtained canopy, her eyes cold... Waking up at this time is worse than not waking up! When the Emperor hears that King Liang, with his legitimate son and the Empress, conspired to make him fall from his horse, and that they incited King Xin and the Empress to rebel, all for the sake of being the bird that catches the cicada... he would probably wish to never wake up again!
The Crown Prince, soaked like a drowned rat, was barely able to stand as Fan Yuhuai carried him up the high steps. When set down, he nearly collapsed.
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