Chapter 587 - 382: The Fall of Dongchang, Everything Should End Now

Chapter 587: Chapter 382: The Fall of Dongchang, Everything Should End Now

Inside the main hall of the Eastern Palace, the golden silk nanmu beams hung with scarlet gauze palace lanterns cast a dim and ambiguous red glow throughout the room.

The Crown Prince reclined against the peony bed with entwined branches, his fingers deeply sunk into the snowy skin of the beauty beside him.

The woman, pained to the point of tears at the corners of her eyes, dared only let out a low "hmm," nestling closer, even more submissively.

"Crown Prince, please enjoy....."

Twelve dancers clad only in gauze held Qingyu cups, their slender jade fingers appearing like crystal sculptures beneath the glassy light.

They took turns kneeling to offer wine; as the liquid slipped down from the Crown Prince’s lips, a fragrant tongue immediately swept it away.

The golden leak clock in the corner ticked, and amid the sweet and powdery fragrance, the Crown Prince narrowed his drunken eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to see Lin Qinghan among the dancers — but how could she be wearing such revealing gauze attire?

This Crown Prince must be drunk..... hahaha.

He laughed loudly, hurling a wine cup towards the gold-painted pillar, the sound of its shattering startling the birds in the hall.

No one dared remind the Crown Prince that at this moment outside the palace city, Dongchang’s spies had quietly encircled the area.

"Ah—!"

Suddenly, a series of shrill screams erupted outside the hall, followed by chaotic, urgent footsteps.

The Crown Prince, resting on the beauty’s jade legs, was suddenly startled awake in his drunken stupor.

"A bunch of unworthy bastards!"

He angrily pushed aside the woman next to him, staggeringly supporting himself, his golden crown crooked, caught in his disheveled hair.

"Which reckless dog slave dares to disturb my peace?"

The Crown Prince fiercely grabbed the golden wine jug from the table, hurling it violently in the direction of the hall door.

He shouted angrily: "Come! Catch these worthless things for me..."

The candle flames inside the hall flickered wildly, casting twelve white shadows onto the lacquered red door like twelve death banners.

The brocade robes of these Dongchang’s officials were glaringly white, the marten patterns embroidered with gold threads on their cuffs faintly visible amidst the bloody mist.

Behind them, hundreds of executioners stood silent as iron towers.

The blood-stained Brocade Spring Saber still dripped blood, blooming one after another with enchanting blood flowers on the golden jade floor.

"Hahaha..... it’s you..... Dongchang’s dog slaves?"

The Crown Prince suddenly erupted in hysterical laughter, staggering out from the heap of beauties.

His golden crown was askew, his hair bun disheveled, the dark yellow marten robe belt had long come undone, revealing the snow-white undershirt stained with wine.

The Crown Prince angrily kicked over the golden wine table, the rare treasure "Nightlight Cup" smashing to the ground, shattering into countless pieces.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly!"

"I am the Crown Prince of Great Yu Country! The future supreme ruler!"

The Crown Prince’s drunkenly red eyes were bloodshot, his mouth twisting into a sinister curve.

"Even if that old dog of Dongchang comes in person, he still has to kneel and speak to me!"

At this moment, the clattering of armor sounded again outside the hall, hundreds more executioners arriving, sealing off the hall door tightly.

Through the open hall door, it was visible that all the guards of the Eastern Palace had fallen into pools of blood.

The Crown Prince’s pupils suddenly contracted, staggering back and knocking over a beauty, yet he remained oblivious.

For it was at this moment he finally saw, the man in the lead wearing a white robe, holding a scroll of bright yellow paper.

"No..... this cannot be....."

The Crown Prince’s voice suddenly became hoarse, his Adam’s apple rolling violently: "How could Father..... how could he let you Dongchang’s dog slaves....."

Cao Er’s mouth twisted into a sinister curve, slowly unfolding the scroll of bright yellow edict in his hand.

The sound of the scroll unfolding was tooth-achingly sharp, exceptionally piercing in the deathly silent hall.

"By the Emperor’s order, it is decreed—"

Cao Er’s voice suddenly became extraordinarily loud, each word scraping like a dull knife against the Crown Prince’s eardrums.

"The Crown Prince is inherently fierce and unruly, becoming even more so recently, not only forming factions and pursuing private interests in the court, but also raising assassins within the palace...

Furthermore, harboring sinister intentions to assassinate the Emperor....."

Upon hearing this, the Crown Prince suddenly erupted, yet was firmly pressed against the dragon-patterned pillar by Cao Jin and Cao Haosheng.

He could only watch, his eyes about to burst, at the end of the edict bearing the bright red seal of the Jade Seal.

It was precisely the Heirloom Seal of the Realm he had dreamed of day and night.

"..... immediately deposed from the Crown Prince position, granted a cup of poison wine."

As Cao Er slowly closed the edict, the Crown Prince was thunderstruck, his face ashen.

A foul liquid seeped from the hem of his marten robe, staining the white jade floor with a blotch.

"Father...Father..... no, I was wrong...I really know I was wrong!"

The Crown Prince suddenly erupted in gut-wrenching wails, his tear-streaked face twisted beyond human shape.

He writhed like a dying maggot, his golden crown falling to the ground, trampled deformed by his own desperate steps.

"I won’t dare anymore..... begging you to spare my life..... spare my life!"

But no matter how the Crown Prince struggled, Cao Jin and Cao Haosheng’s hands remained unwavering.

The once-high Crown Prince, at this moment, was like a fish pinned to a chopping board, all struggles in vain.

His piercing cries echoed in the desolate hall of the Eastern Palace, mingling with the approaching footsteps outside the hall.

That was the eunuch carrying the poison wine, slowly coming forth.

"Crown Prince, we are acting by decree, wishing you a safe journey....."

Cao Er slowly stepped forward, his boots grinding over the scattered Eastern Palace seals on the ground.

He looked down at the former Crown Prince, cruelty flickering in his eyes.

The once prestigious Crown Prince, now slumped helplessly on the ground like a stray dog, his tear-streaked face a far cry from its previous majesty.

"What are you two waiting for?"

Cao Er’s cold voice echoed in the hall, "Send the Crown Prince on his way."