I have Immortality In The Cultivation World-Chapter 593 - 432: The Gate-Seizing Coup

Chapter 593 -432: The Gate-Seizing Coup

The imperial palace is the heart of Daqing’s power.

No matter who it is, or how high their status, once they leave for a long time, it becomes difficult to return.

Eunuchs, who depend on imperial power, are especially so!

Eunuch Yuan would rather burn midnight incense, scrub toilets, than leave to guard the Imperial Mausoleum. As long as he still serves in the palace, he hasn’t lost.

Zhou Yi hid in the shadows, watching Eunuch Yuan earnestly and meticulously scrub the toilet, his expression unchanged even with Zhou Yi’s arrival.

Truly, a calm surface over a heart of pounding thunder.

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He then transmitted with his voice, “Little Yuanzi, I have always thought you were not as good as Xiao Zhengzi, but now I realize I was mistaken.”

Eunuch Yuan’s hand paused slightly, a touch of sorrow flashing in his eyes.

“Why mention him? I’ve already forgotten.”

“Hehehe…”

Zhou Yi let out several strange laughs, as if in reminiscence, yet also seemingly mocking, before saying, “I have come today to discuss an important matter with Eunuch Yuan.”

He then revealed that Zhao Mu intended to initiate a rebellion in the palace to cleanse the source.

Eunuch Yuan replied, “A mere few thousand men, how can that constitute a palace rebellion?”

The palace walls are manned by Grandmaster guards of the Internal Service, who need only hold out for a moment before the nearby pacification forces and royal guards rush to their aid at high speed.

“Who can be certain of victory or defeat?”

Zhou Yi transmitted, “The late emperor’s governance and military achievements were formidable, revitalizing the National Dynasty with his own strength, thinking himself secure in his fishing haven, easily eradicating troubles within the palace.”

“Yet he met with an untimely death, and I was reduced to a homeless cur!”

Eunuch Yuan fell silent for a long while, then nodded slightly, “If the crown prince can breach the palace gates, I am willing to lend a helping hand, securing the top and bottom of the Ceremony and Protocol Service.”

“That is how it should be.”

Zhou Yi had the same plan, not intending to risk his life to help Zhao Mu, but rather to aid whoever wins.

After all, there was a second path to take: to endure.

To abandon the identity of Supervisor Zhou, to completely become Little Shanzi, to slowly exhibit his martial prowess within the palace, and to ascend to the top of the Internal Service once more.

Zhou Yi didn’t care who became emperor, as they all needed the support of a “strong” individual!

Eunuch Yuan asked, “When will it happen?”

“The sooner the better.”

Zhou Yi did not specify an exact date, as he was a sworn enemy of the Empress Dowager’s faction, and Eunuch Yuan was not necessarily reliable.

“Understood.”

Eunuch Yuan placed the cleaned toilet down and put a few fragrant leaves inside, so that when the nobles used it, it would mask the smell of their waste.

Picking up another, he continued scrubbing, regardless of what the future held, he focused on the task at hand.

At this moment.

A group of five or six eunuchs, sauntering along, each holding a toilet in hand.

The leading eunuch covered his nose and mouth and said in a singing manner.

“I’ve said Eunuch Yuan is good at scrubbing toilets, they didn’t believe me, they all wanted to come and see for themselves, may I trouble Eunuch Yuan to give us a demonstration!”

The eunuchs placed the toilets in front of Eunuch Yuan, different from those used by the nobles, these toilets were filled with yellow and green filth.

Eunuch Yuan bowed and said, “As Supervisor Su commands, I will certainly clean them.”

As he spoke, he picked up a toilet, ignoring the offensive stench, and began to clean it bit by bit with a rag.

Supervisor Su watched as the former head of the Ceremony and Protocol Service, a figure of legend, scrubbed toilets for him, and couldn’t help but let out a self-satisfied, strange laugh.

“Hehehe…”

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Eunuch Zhou watches the gate, Eunuch Yuan scrubs toilets.

Two once renowned eunuchs of the Orthodox Dynasty, having failed in palace intrigues, had fallen to the lowest rungs within the palace, at the mercy of even the pettiest eunuchs.

Both maintained steady mindsets, indifferent to temporary honor or disgrace, performing their respective duties well.

On this day.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The Lantern Festival.

The night was starry, the city ablaze with lights.

As was customary in the capital, there was no curfew and no closing of the city gates.

It was a rare entertainment opportunity for the common people, with the streets and alleys packed full, admiring lanterns, listening to the clanging of gongs and drums, and watching dragon and lion dances.

All kinds of acrobatic troupes gathered at street corners, performing feats like bowl balancing, fire breathing, spear swallowing, and stone smashing with bare chests…

The common people, delighted by the performances, scattered copper coins as tips.

At this moment, if someone looked down from high above, they would certainly notice that the liveliest marketplaces in the capital were the Xiu De, Yong Chang, Tai Ping, and Xing Dao areas.

There were many troupes performing on the streets, and the onlookers were even more generous.

All these marketplaces were located adjacent to the imperial city, either near the Imperial Court’s government offices or the residences of the nobility.

On regular days, gatherings of common people were prohibited, but on festival days like Lantern Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, the Imperial Court would share in the joy with the people, and the patrolling officers would not drive them away.

The eastern gate of the imperial palace.

Zhou Yi was on duty, looking across the moat at the bustling scene.

“Today is an excellent opportunity!”

If he were Zhou Yi, he would definitely take advantage of the Lantern Festival to blend his soldiers among the crowd, then set fires to create chaos and seize the opportunity to attack the imperial palace.

Attacks in the past needed to go through the marketplace, but today it was only a river away.

“However, the palace is heavily guarded today, with the Zhen Fu Office and the Imperial Guard standing by nearby. In fact, it’s more difficult to breach the palace than on regular days.”

“With all my strength, I might be able to break through the eastern gate…”

As Zhou Yi pondered this, he slightly shook his head.

Even an Innate Grandmaster caught in the midst of an army could be in mortal danger. Years ago, a few thousand strong men managed to kill the Sword God Nameless, not to mention the elite Zhen Fu Office and Imperial Guard.

“I have a long life ahead of me, it’s not worth the risk.”

“If Zhao Mu can’t even break through the palace gates, let alone control the imperial palace, he doesn’t deserve my support!”

Just then.

Bang, bang, bang noises came from the other side of the river, as one by one, fireworks soared into the sky, blossoming into colorful characters.

Daqing Orthodox!

Upon seeing the fireworks’ message, Zhou Yi couldn’t help but frown deeply.

“Are they really making a move? Such blatant actions, without any cover or causing chaos, what is he relying on…”

Boom!

A thunderous sound came from the other side of the river, followed by a sight of a huge black ball soaring through the night sky towards the eastern gate of the imperial palace.

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“What is that?”

Zhou Yi’s hairs stood on end in an instant, not understanding what the black ball was, he instinctively circulated his True Qi, using his Nine Layers of True Gang to protect himself.

At the same time, he used his Qinggong to flee from the eastern gate of the imperial palace.

The black ball, as fast as lightning, slammed into the gate in a flash and then exploded.

Boom, boom, boom!

Fire blazed up to the sky, the earth shook, and the impact was like a volcanic eruption, sweeping iron balls in all directions.

The eastern gate of the imperial palace was shattered with a huge hole, and the palace guards on the walls suffered heavy casualties.

Zhou Yi tumbled awkwardly to the ground, six of his Nine Layers of True Gang shattered; the explosive force was even greater than that of the Sword God Nameless.

He had no time to curse as he used his Qinggong to flee frantically.

Because other black balls, even larger than the first, were flying from across the river, and the deafening explosions that followed resonated all around.

When the smoke cleared, the eastern gate of the imperial palace was demolished, with a breach of over ten zhang wide in the wall.

The surviving palace guards, buzzing in their ears and disoriented, some even knelt and prayed to heaven, thinking it was a divine punishment.

At the same time.

The acrobatic troupes across the river flipped open the chests they used for their performances, which held swords and armor.

Performers and onlookers alike rolled up their sleeves, and with Yellow Turbans wrapped around their shoulders, armored and armed, they formed an army and headed towards the imperial palace, a group at least three or four thousand strong.

“Kill!”

“Avenge His Majesty!”

“Purge and set straight!”

“Charge, charge, charge…”

The palace guards barely put up a fight, allowing the thousands of soldiers to rush into the imperial palace.

The Zhen Fu Office and the Imperial Guard, alerted by the noise and intending to pursue and protect His Majesty, walked into the breaches of the city walls only to be greeted by several more explosions.

The Zhen Fu Office’s commander and the Imperial Guard’s general died on the spot, and the remaining forces, leaderless, scattered in all directions.

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