Chapter 210

"Us~ Us~ Us~"

Zhao Huan's face turned pale, his body trembling.

For a moment he was in panic and terror, yet did not know how to speak.

Zhao Ji, wailing at the side, forcibly suppressed the severe pain on his body, his eyes shining.

If the dog thing abdicates, wouldn't I, this Retired Emperor, have to return to the throne again?

"Either go up Xuan De Lou and announce your abdication."

"Or stay here and wait, wait for the people outside to kill their way in, leaving not even chickens or dogs!"

"Which road to take, you choose yourself."

"Wah wah wah~~~"

The terrified Zhao Huan actually threw himself on the ground and wailed, like a child of three hundred-odd months.

Such an irresponsible display, truly makes one look down on him.

All the people around were in utter panic.

Zhao Ji, enduring severe pain, spoke with difficulty: "Immortal Elder."

"If so, who can inherit the great lineage?"

Meeting his hopeful gaze, Lin Dao's gaze swept over the crowd of Great Kings not far away.

All the Princes were deeply shaken in heart and spirit.

'Could it be that good fortune is about to fall on my own head?'

Lin Dao smiled faintly: "The Jin people outside the city demand an Emperor."

"The commoners inside the city want the Emperor to bear responsibility."

"Whoever is willing to be this Emperor, just step forward yourself."

As these words fell, Zhao Ji and all the Great Kings were struck with dread and their hearts turned cold.

As for the Jin people, if one went there, one would likely never have a day of return in this life.

Inside the city is even more terrifying; if the chaotic people clamor, they might just kill you!

Taking the throne at this time, wouldn't that be becoming a scapegoat?

Their petty calculations immediately ceased.

On Zhao Huan's side, the crying also gradually stopped.

If it is truly so, abdicating now is not impossible.

Still better than being captured by the Jin people, or killed by the chaotic people.

"Thought it through?"

Lin Dao glanced at him — he had long known what choice this coward would make — "Since you've thought it through, then go."

"If you wait until the commoners break through Xuan De Lou and rush into the Forbidden Palace, there will be no need to go anymore."

"Find a clean place yourself, end it and be done with it, saving yourself from suffering before death."

Zhao Huan shivered violently, looking at Lin Dao with eyes full of pleading.

Such behavior, in Lin Dao's eyes, only felt disgusting.

He simply leaned against the railing, leisurely scanning the crowd of Empress Dowagers.

Chaos rose in the city; Zhao Fujin and the other married Empress Dowagers also returned to the palace one after another to hide.

The older ones, like Jia De Empress Dowager Zhao Yu Pan, were already ripe like peaches.

The younger ones, like Ning Fu Empress Dowager Zhao Chuan Zhu, were only at the age of green plums.

The even younger ones had not come out.

These Empress Dowagers, their fate is indeed miserable, yet Lin Dao does not feel they are wronged.

They are miserable, but the women of the commoners' families harmed by the Jin people in various places, are they not also miserable?

They don't even have the qualification to be recorded with a stroke in the history books.

They enjoyed the glory and wealth of being Royal family members; when misfortune comes, it is only deserved!

Traversing through multiple time-spaces, Lin Dao has witnessed too many tragedies.

Husband and Wife Lung Slices, Clay Pot Rice, White Meat and such, he has seen them all.

Compared to those, this already counts as a good fate.

"Fifth Sister~~~"

Seeing the Immortal Elder not caring at all, Zhao Huan turned and pleaded: "Help Imperial Elder Brother beg the Immortal Elder for help~"

Lin Dao sneered incessantly.

A piece of trash who only knows how to coerce women!

To beg for life, he even sold all the women of his entire clan to the Jin people.

Speaking of useless waste, this Zhao Huan even surpasses Zhao Ji by a notch.

Once you are squeezed dry, you'll be sent straight under the Dog Head Executioner's Blade, one stroke and cut in two!

Under the watchful eyes of all, how could Zhao Fujin bear this.

Trembling hands covering her face, she squatted and shed tears.

On this side Zhao Ji hurriedly signaled Qin Gui with his eyes.

Qin Gui understood in his heart, stepped forward to persuade: "Your Majesty, cannot delay any longer."

"If the chaotic people enter the Imperial City, then~"

Then it's certain death!

To manipulate Zhao Huan, one only needs to threaten him with life and death.

Anyone with eyes could see it clearly.

Lin Dao beckoned to Qin Gui.

When he jogged over, Lin Dao whispered a few instructions to him, took out the electric megaphone and shoved it into his hand.

Zhao Huan, who neither wanted to abdicate nor die, had no choice but to rise and walk toward Xuan De Lou, looking back every few steps, under the coercion of Qin Gui and the others.

Lin Dao did not follow; instead he took out the walkie-talkie and gave instructions to Chen Dong and the other Taixue students.

Besides daily gold farming, he would gradually withdraw behind the scenes.

The revolutionary flames in the Old District were already burning fiercely; he had no need to keep charging into battle.

Next was simply waiting for Han Yue's arrival.

On this side, Qin Gui and the others propped up Emperor Zhao Huan and brought him up onto Xuan De Lou.

Looking out, the view was already a sea of people.

Countless commoners filled Imperial Street, ten thousand voices shouting "Depose the Emperor! Depose the Emperor!!"

Clamor and roars, the sound like crashing thunder.

Such momentum frightened Zhao Huan until his face turned ashen.

Instinctively he turned to flee.

Qin Gui and the others held him fast, pressing him against the city wall.

Raising the electric megaphone in his hand, Qin Gui shouted outward.

"The Emperor has arrived—silence! Everyone, silence for now~~~"

Seeing the Emperor in red robes appear, the commoners of Bianliang City outside Xuan De Lou gradually quieted down.

He glanced at the Emperor, whose face was pale and who was trembling violently.

Qin Gui simply spoke himself: "The Emperor is here; what do you all demand?"

Down below it quickly grew noisy, all sorts of things being shouted.

In the chaos, not a single sentence could be heard clearly.

Chen Dong and the others exchanged glances, and in unison raised the megaphones in their hands.

"Silence! Everyone silence!"

"Our voices are louder; we'll do the talking!"

Several big men hoisted Chen Dong up.

He was seen holding the megaphone, calling up to Zhao Huan on Xuan De Lou.

"Emperor, you have surrendered sovereignty and humiliated the nation, caring only about surrendering to the Jin."

"You plunder the people's wealth, abduct the people's wives and daughters to serve the Jin."

"We humble commoners dare ask: are you truly the Great Song's Emperor, or the Jin's slave?!"

Facing the accusations, Zhao Huan sweated like rain, yet could not speak a word, only casting pleading eyes toward Qin Gui beside him.

"Everyone~"

Qin Gui sighed: "It is true."

Angry shouts erupted again.

This thing was really done; there is simply no way to whitewash it.

Chen Dong and the others again urged the crowd to calm down.

When the clamor gradually subsided, he shouted once more.

"As the Great Song's Son of Heaven, yet treating your subjects so cruelly—what face do you have to sit facing north and call yourself the solitary ruler?"

"We have come today for one thing only."

He drew a deep breath and finally shouted that utmost disrespect.

"Depose! The Emperor's throne!"

Tens of thousands of commoners shouted in unison: "Depose the Emperor's throne! Depose the Emperor's throne!!"

The sound like crashing thunder, filled with boundless rage.

Facing the terrifying surging crowd before him, Zhao Huan wept like rain, shook like a sieve.

When the shouts gradually died down, Qin Gui responded.

"The Emperor admits his dereliction and is willing to abdicate~"

The moment these words fell, cheers shook heaven and earth.

At this moment, the commoners of Bianliang City deeply felt that they actually possessed such power!

That was the Emperor!

Yet a single word could depose him!

A never-before-felt power and awakening swept through their whole bodies in an instant.

As if some floodgate in the chaotic mind had been thrown open.

When the cheers gradually subsided, Qin Gui shouted again: "The Emperor abdicates; who do you all think can inherit the great lineage?"

The shouts below grew even more chaotic.

Some shouted for the various Great Kings.

Some shouted for the Retired Emperor to resume the throne.

Still others shouted to seek Emperor Emperor Emperor Taizu's descendants.

Even conflicts and brawls broke out because of differing opinions.

Under a thousand years of feudal autocracy, the deeply poisoned commoners found it difficult to change their mindset all at once.

Chen Dong raised the megaphone: "Everyone~ everyone, please listen to me."

When the clamor gradually died down, Chen Dong shouted, "Someone says, I recommend you Great Kings."

"Who can guarantee that the Great King on the throne won't be a good-for-nothing just like the Emperor?"

"Who can guarantee it?!"

"They are all blood brothers!"

"As for the Retired Emperor, when he was Emperor, what kind of days did you all live through? Have you all already forgotten?!"

"The Emperor Emperor Taizu's descendants now mostly survive by farming."

"Do you lot intend to find a farmer who doesn't know a single big character to be the Son of Heaven?"

"A Son of Heaven who can't even understand a memorial — what use is he!"

One round of shouting made the commoners gradually fall into contemplation.

Someone couldn't help but reply, "Then what do you say we should do? We can't have no Son of Heaven, right?"

"So what if there's no Son of Heaven!"

Chen Dong said in a stern voice, "We came today to abolish the Emperor's position! Not to abolish the Emperor!"

"Without a Son of Heaven, this world under heaven is still the world under heaven!"

An uproar rose from all sides.

This was truly hard to imagine — a world under heaven without a Son of Heaven?

"Everyone."

Chen Dong shouted again, "We have read the history books."

"As early as two thousand years ago, during King Li of Zhou's reign, the people of Wanli Mirror once launched a national uprising because King Li of Zhou acted perversely and harmed the people, driving out the Zhou Son of Heaven."

"After that, what Wanli Mirror practiced was the 'Zhou-Shao Gonghe'!"

The Gonghe administration of the Zhou era was essentially still aristocratic deliberative politics.

But right now in Bianliang City, where are there any aristocrats left?

Those who could be killed have already been disposed of; the few fish that slipped through the net fled into the Imperial Palace, and they also gave up their status and opportunity on their own.

Who will take on the role of acting administrator?

First, one must at least be literate; second, have a certain foundation of popular support, have people endorsing and recommending them.

After such screening, in the view of these Taixue students who stood out.

If not me, then who!

The first round of cannon fodder is pretty much undertaken by the Taixue Party composed of these Taixue students.

Right now they are indeed in the limelight.

But when misfortune strikes, they collapse just as fast.

If they cannot resolve internal and external contradictions, they will soon be sent to the Dog Head Executioner's Blade by the angry commoners.

As for seeking an Immortal Elder's assistance~

Unless it's a true Great Power, a true moral gentleman who serves the people wholeheartedly.

Otherwise Lin Dao won't help them, or will only provide limited basic resources.

The candidate Lin Dao truly favors is still on the road to Bianliang City.

Hearing the report transmitted from the walkie-talkie, Lin Dao nodded.

He replied with a "Got it." and ended the call.

He took out two bottles of Six-Ingredient Rehmannia Pills and threw them to Zhao Ji, "This is the antidote for you father and son for this period."

Finished speaking, he turned and walked toward the electric bicycle.

"Immortal Elder, please wait~~~"

Zhao Ji on the couch hurriedly shouted.

Lin Dao, seated on the electric bicycle, paused and looked over, "Anything else?"

Zhao Ji looked at Zhao Fujin, "Fifth Sister, why aren't you quickly going with the Immortal Elder?"

"This is a great opportunity hard to come by; you must serve the Immortal Elder well."

Zhao Fujin's heart was in chaos, fearful and uneasy.

Subconsciously she sought help from her brothers and sisters, the Empress Dowager and imperial sister-in-law.

But everyone just glanced sideways; no one dared to speak or move.

Zhao Ji scolded in a deep voice, "Still not going quickly!"

Zhao Fujin trembled, lowered her head, and took small steps to Lin Dao's side.

"Get on."

Zhao Fujin raised her head, looking at the two-wheeled vehicle before her, her pretty face full of bewilderment.

Get on where?

How to get on?

Lin Dao extended his long arm, and amid a cry of alarm, scooped her up and placed her on the back seat.

The electric bicycle rode off, carrying the panicked Zhao Fujin, heading straight for Donghua Gate.

End of Chapter