Chapter 688: Revival (1)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Chu Yi!”
Chu You widened his eyes and looked at Chu Yi in the hall, shouting in shock.
The wound on his right palm kept bleeding. The heart-wrenching pain made his facial features almost distorted, and his expression was a little ferocious.
Not only Chu You, but the others outside the hall were also shocked when they saw Chu Yi beside the Emperor.
Various cries of surprise, gasps, and panting sounded around him.
“Your Highness, the Eldest Prince!”
“Didn’t the Eldest Prince go to the State of Yue with the State of Yue envoy?”
“Why is he here?!”
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In the commotion, the expressions of Xiao Shoufu, Wang Kangyin, Pei Wenrui, and the other officials surrounding Chu You were extremely ugly. The others were relieved.
Because of Chu Yi’s sudden appearance, the originally one-sided situation instantly changed drastically, and the atmosphere also produced a subtle change.
Li Yunrong only felt that everyone’s voices were like the buzzing of mosquitoes in her ears.
Chu Yi, it was really Chu Yi!
Li Yunrong looked straight at Chu Yi, and her pupils constricted. She couldn’t believe her eyes.
Her breathing became rapid, and her mood was extremely chaotic. According to the private agreement between Chu You and Baili Yin, Baili Yin would let the envoy of the State of Yue, Dou Zixiang, restrain Chu Yi and definitely not let him return to the capital.
As the saying went, those who weren’t of the same race would definitely have different thoughts.
They had never really trusted Baili Yin and had long imagined the worst possibility. However, even if Baili Yin broke the contract and didn’t assassinate Chu Yi, the people of the State of Yue shouldn’t let Chu Yi return to the capital at this time.
Chu You had the same thought, so his eyes were bloodshot upon seeing Chu Yi.
According to the pigeon letter sent by the courier station in Yuzhou, Chu Yi, Dou Zixiang, and the others had already gone south to Yuzhou the day before yesterday.
How could Chu Yi rush back to the capital from Yuzhou in a day or two?!
It shouldn’t be like this! Chu You almost said this, but he still gritted his teeth tightly, and his eyes darkened again.
Just in case, he even secretly sent people to monitor the movements of the three major camps of the imperial guard, the top 12 guards, and the few guards around the capital. After confirming that no one had mobilized their troops, he resolutely activated today’s forced resignation.
But Chu Yi, who should have been thousands of miles away, actually appeared here with this strange army with a flintlock beside him!
Where did this strange army come from?!
It was impossible for the previous Emperor to leave these strange armies for Chu Qi. Chu Qi had only ascended the throne for a year, and his every move was under the noses of the ministers in the court. The trusted aides he could use were only the Embroidered Uniform Guards and the Divine Arms Battalion.
It was definitely impossible for Chu Qi to raise such a trusted secret guard in a year, unless…
The muscles on Chu You’s cheek twitched twice. He couldn’t help but look at Feng Yang, who was “unconscious” on the futon. His eyelids twitched, and a possibility appeared in his heart.
“She, could it be her…” Chu You muttered almost silently. He happened to see Gu Yanfei walking briskly to Feng Yang’s side.
Gu Yanfei squatted down and patted the back of Feng Yang’s hand gently.
“Slap!”
The pat was very soft, but at this moment, it was abnormally ear-piercing in Chu You’s ears.
“Drip, drip!”
The blood flowing out of the wound on Chu You’s right palm was still dripping down, drop by drop…
Soon, Feng Yang, who was originally motionless like a corpse, moved. The fingers on her right hand moved slightly.
“Your Highness!” The eldest palace maid beside him looked at Feng Yang and exclaimed softly, her voice trembling.
The others around also saw this scene and widened their eyes.
Could it be that Feng Yang wasn’t dead?!
The hall fell into a strange silence.
“She’s not dead…” Chu You’s eyes widened to the extreme, and veins popped up on his forehead.
Yes.
The soldiers Chu Yi brought must be the Shangyang Army, Feng Yang’s personal army.
It was Feng Yang again. Feng Yang was actually not dead!
21 years ago, the previous Emperor lost to Feng Yang. Today, 21 years later, Chu Qi and Feng Yang joined forces to plot against him!
This thought clearly appeared in Chu You’s heart.
At this moment, he felt his entire body turn cold. The coldness simply seeped into his bones.
Gu Yanfei didn’t even look at Chu You. Her attention was all focused on Feng Yang.
The eldest palace maid asked with a trembling voice, “Second Lady Gu, how’s Her Highness?”
The palace maid’s face was as pale as paper, and her face even turned slightly green.
She had tested Feng Yang’s breathing and pulse previously. There was no pulse, and Feng Yang’s skin was even colder. She was clearly a dead person..