My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! - Chapter 1520
Chapter 1520: Intercepted
Northern Mo’s royal palace.
Underneath the Gate of Health’s decorated archway.
Dressed in black armor, the stern-faced Vassal Prince of An’nan, Chou Fu, looked coldly at the youth in front of him with a frown.
Cloaked in a purple and blue cape, the youth wielded a sword as he blocked his way with his horse. There was a huge mass of heads behind him.
They hollered as they encircled the Red Turbans behind the Vassal Prince of An’nan with their spears at the ready.
“Vassal Prince of An’nan, are you plotting to revolt today?” Twelfth Mo’s eyes did not have that carelessness, instead containing an imposing air.
“Your Twelfth Highness, a piece of advice. It is still not too late to leave right now.”
“I truly wonder where the vassal prince’s immense confidence comes from?” Mo Yu scoffed. “The old Vassal King of An’nan accompanied my late grandfather to conquer the kingdom, but his progeny intend to dash his loyal and righteous reputation.”
“There is probably not much meaning in letting unworthy descendants like you exist.” Mo Yu raised his sword up high as he shouted frostily, “Everyone heed my order, Vassal Prince of An’nan Chou Fu harbors seditious intentions by bringing troops into the palace. Now, by the king’s order, kill all rebels on the spot!”
Soldiers swarmed out from behind him towards the Vassal Prince of An’nan’s Red Turbans.
The two sides clashed together all of a sudden like the surging tide.
At the same time, the king was pacing back and forth inside his bedchamber.
Seeing that he had already paced back and forth more than 30 times, the queen dowager reprimanded her son uncontrollably. “Sit down!”
“Royal Mother, this son truly does not understand. Why would the Vassal Prince of An’nan bring troops into the palace and plot treason without rhyme or reason?”
Even though the elderly queen dowager was rolling her eyes inwardly, she still maintained a straight face. “There’s plenty of things that you don’t understand. Sit down!”
This Vassal King of An’nan and his family had long been making various unnoticeable little maneuvers. It’s only that the king had solely been engrossed in this beauty and that beauty. He was too busy composing poetry and painting pictures with his royal concubines, with no leisure to pay attention to them…
The old king of the Mo Kingdom gathered up his robe and abashedly sat down in front of his mother.
At this time, besides the queen dowager and Queen Zhao, he had also summoned Zhaoyi He, Noble Lady Ying, and several other beauties he favored to his bedchamber.
The royal concubines were a bit terrified as they sat there, gazing at each other in consternation.
From the sounds outside, they could make out the turmoil and chaos of battle.
Soon, Gong Chang’an jogged inside with his stubby legs and panted, “My king, my king, Your Majesty the Queen Dowager!”
“How is it outside!” The king bounced up from his chair.
“Chou Fu has reached the Gate of Health with two thousand Red Turbans but has been intercepted by His Twelfth Highness.”
“What!” The king smacked the hundred treasures rack beside him as he roared furiously, “This unloyal, unrighteous, and unfilial fellow really dares to risk universal condemnation to force my abdication?”
“Sit down!” The queen dowager chastised him irritably.
This was the consequence of not disciplining him from young: having to worry about him even in her old age!
The queen dowager was so terribly regretful right now. She gave the king a furious glare.
Sitting back in his chair in frustration, the king beckoned with his gaze for Gong Chang’an to quickly continue his report.
Being a shrewd person, Gong Chang’an immediately continued in understanding when he caught the king’s gaze. “Your Majesty the Queen Dowager, my king! There is no need to worry too much.”
