Climbing to the Top: A Reborn Queen's Journey-Chapter 592: Chaos (Part 3)

In the eyes of everyone, Jiang Shaohua seemed as imposing as a deity descending from the heavens. In truth, Jiang Shaohua had endured unprecedented peril within the previous short hour.

Originally, under the protection of her personal soldiers, she intended to avoid the rebel support and swiftly rush into Zhaohai Palace. However, once she joined the fray, everything spiraled out of control.

General Ma, loyal to the Imperial Family, upon catching sight of her, immediately led a group of Imperial Guards to cover her. The rebel Gao Shan was not easy to deal with and immediately led a group of experts to surround them. After seizing a long spear, the spear danced like a dragon, and countless rebels were struck down. Even Gao Shan, the rebel leader, was speared to death by her.

With Gao Shan’s death, the rebel’s morale collapsed instantly and they were quickly defeated.

General Ma and the Imperial Guards rammed the hall doors which, after a brief moment akin to boiling tea, quickly gave way. She used the spear to lift Gao Shan’s corpse as a shield and was the first to rush into Zhaohai Palace, swiftly arriving in front of Jiang Yi. It posed a significant threat to Jiang Yi.

At this moment, she indeed appeared invincible.

However, her physical and martial strength was severely depleted, sustained solely by sheer bravery and courage.

In short, she needed to subdue Jiang Yi in the shortest time possible. Once her strength drained or she showed weakness, she would be injured by the frenzied Death Warriors before her.

"Jiang Shaohua! How did you arrive so quickly!"

Jiang Yi’s eyes burned with rage, his voice full of resentment and reluctance: "Jiang Song is dead, and someone must sit on the Da Liang throne. I, Jiang Yi, am much better than that fool who only knows how to cry and whine!"

Jiang Shaohua seemed not to hear, as the spear in her hand continued to rain down like a wild storm, killing two more Death Warriors. The blood splattered, reddening the spear’s tassel and dripping down the shaft, leaving her palm sticky and bloodied.

She advanced two steps and continued to wield her spear, slaying her foes.

Jiang Yi had only five men left in front of him.

"Jiang Shaohua, stop now. After I ascend the throne, I will give you Jingzhou and Pingzhou." Jiang Yi, thinking himself calm and composed, was actually desperate and clearly at the end of his rope: "Even Luozhou, I’ll give it all to you. The entire North, you can have it. We will rule the Da Liang together by dividing it between the river."

Jiang Shaohua paid no mind, continuing to advance.

A tall military general rushed over, shielding her from an opponent. This military general was General Ma, who had fought desperately outside Zhaohai Palace all day.

Bleeding profusely on the side, General Bao cried out with excitement, suddenly shouting: "Ma Ji, kill all the rebels!"

General Ma responded loudly, disregarding his wounds, fighting the Death Warriors with fearless recklessness.

Following closely, another figure rushed over; it was Song Yuan.

Zheng Chen, insidious and cunning, used Prince Ping Jiang Hao as a shield, which left Song Yuan tied up, unable to deal with Zheng Chen for the moment. He simply threw aside Zheng Chen to rush over and assist the Commandery Princess.

As for Zheng Chen, at this point, he dared not and could not stand alongside Jiang Yi. He clung to Prince Ping, retreating several steps back to his father Duke An.

Prince Ping cried loudly, the sound piercing the ears of the civil servants.

Zheng Chen, having neither time nor patience to soothe a foolish Prince Ping, whispered urgently to Duke An: "Father! What should we do next?"

Duke An, almost driven to fury by his rebellious son today, glared fiercely at Zheng Chen, thinking that you were bold enough to conspire such rebellion without discussing anything with your father, and now you come asking me for advice. How would I know what to do? Dammit, I’ve never faced such a thing in my decades of life!

Yet, after all, he was his own son. No matter how angry he was, Duke An did not show it at that moment. After glaring at him, he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Wait here. After the Commandery Princess subdues the rebels, everything will be restored, then go to welcome the Grand Empress Dowager."

Indeed, as long as the Grand Empress Dowager and Prince Ping are present, no matter how brave and skilled Jiang Shaohua is, she will still end up serving others.

Convincing himself with all his might, Zheng Chen’s eyes unwillingly followed Jiang Shaohua’s figure.

The gallant figure wielding a long spear, unrivaled by anyone, etched deeply into his gaze.

A continuous rush of personal soldiers poured in, engulfing Prince Gaoliang’s Heir Jiang Yi, eliminating all the Death Warriors around him one by one.

Finally, nothing stood between Jiang Shaohua and Jiang Yi, only three feet separated them, their gazes meeting.

Jiang Yi, like a snail whose hard shell was shattered, finally revealed fear and panic: "Do not kill me! I am your cousin, a blood of the Jiang family..."

Poof!

The blood-soaked spear pierced through his chest.

His words came to an abrupt halt.

What exactly went through Jiang Yi’s mind in his last moments, no one knew.

This terrifying and chaotic palace coup had utterly failed at that moment when Jiang Yi died with unclosed eyes.

...

"The rebel is dead!"

"The rebel was killed by Nanyang County Princess! We are all saved!"

The civil servants appeared as if in a dream. What was a nightmarish disbelief before, now seemed like a sudden, unexpected dream.

Had everything ended just like that?

Of course not.

After stabbing Jiang Yi to death, Jiang Shaohua withdrew her spear, turning around to face the cry-laden civil and military officials, her face as still as water, her voice cold: "There are still many rebels in the palace who have not submitted. The state of the harem is even more unknown."

"You are only temporarily saved; whether the rebellion within the palace can be completely suppressed is still uncertain."

Prime Minister Wang, left with a breath, strained to open his mouth, yet unable to utter a word.

Duke An, guilty at heart, dared not make a sound, repeatedly signaling Zheng Chen to lower his head, not to make a stand at this moment. Barely scrape through this hurdle, the rest could be deferred for later explanation.

Jiang Shaohua, however, did not intend to let Zheng Chen off, immediately saying: "Zheng Sheren, bring Prince Ping to me."

With Jiang Yi’s death, the palace coup was essentially declared a failure, and Prince Ping Jiang Hao suddenly became important again, arguably the biggest chip for the Zheng Family’s comeback. Naturally, Zheng Chen was unwilling to hand over Prince Ping just like that.

Yet Jiang Shaohua exuded an air of dominance, surrounded by dozens of sharp-eyed, fiercely glaring personal soldiers. Just waiting for their master’s command to rush over and kill him.

Not only him, but all the civil and military officials in the hall now were merely fish on a chopping board.

Zheng Chen secretly gritted his teeth, suppressing the flood of resentment within, and stood up.

The continuously crying Prince Ping Jiang Hao suddenly lowered his head and bit down hard. Coincidentally, he bit at the same spot as before.

Zheng Chen loosened his grip due to pain.

Jiang Hao ran crying toward Jiang Shaohua, stumbling over a corpse due to his haste and falling to the ground with a thud. Filled with fear and pain, he lacked the strength to get up, sitting by the corpse as he cried, his face covered in tears and snot.

The civil servants silently watched this scene, each with a sigh in their heart.

Will the future of the Da Liang be handed over to such a foolish child?

Jiang Shaohua stepped forward, bending down to pick up Jiang Hao: "Don’t cry anymore."