Chapter 902: A Real Rebellion

No one expected that Min Weizhong would be so impatient as to reveal his ambush.

Liu Zheng, however, understood it very well.

This man, Min Weizhong, had immense ambition. As a veteran official of three reigns, he possessed some ability, but through his recent interactions, it was easy to sense that he was a rather radical person. If Liu Zheng were in his current position, he certainly would not be so anxious; he would definitely proceed step by step, arranging everything perfectly.

Having just arrived at the gate of the Taimiao, he could not help but bare his fangs. If Li Hang and Zhang Xuan had been prepared, he surely would not have succeeded.

But the regret was that Li Hang and his men had not brought out the Duwei early enough; now that they were bound, they realized it was too late.

"Everyone, Min Weizhong is wolf-hearted and ambitious, showing no respect to us meritorious officials. He—"

The two were even more furious, cursing loudly.

Min Weizhong gave a cold laugh: "It is truly because this Taimiao cannot tolerate the likes of you filthy, blasphemous wretches. I have wronged you two officials, so please wait here for now! Take them away!"

"Min Weizhong!"

"What are you bastard trying to do!"

"Let us go!"

:

Min Weizhong just watched the back of Li Tun quietly.

The assembled officials wailed and cried. Even though the factional strife of the Li Dynasty had lasted for hundreds of years, such a situation had never occurred before! A powerful official, forcibly compelling the King to go to the Taimiao!

Crack, crack.

No matter how the two shouted, they were bound and taken away by these Duqi. This suddenly made everyone silent as cicadas, not daring to speak.

"Father!"

Queen Inhyeon's pretty face also changed, but she was quickly restrained by the few palace maids beside her.

Li Tun turned his head and looked deeply at Min Weizhong: "Lord Min, are you certain?"

Min Weizhong laughed heartily: "Your Majesty, things have come to this, what else is there to say? Let us go pay respects to the ancestors first, shall we?"

Once these words were spoken, his ambition was laid bare!

A few more heads rolled to the ground.

Those wailing officials also hurriedly clamped their mouths shut.

An atmosphere of fear began to spread.

Li Tun smiled slightly, turned around, and continued to climb the stairs.

"Young Master."

Li Xuanya was about to cry again, clutching Liu Zheng's hand tightly.

He was going to rebel today!

The others, however, dared to be angry but dared not speak.

"Good!"

Things having reached this point, he and Li Xuanya could only follow the main group, step by step, toward the Taimiao.

Sorrowful.

Despairing.

Liu Zheng looked calm and comforted her: "Observe the changes quietly."

He always felt that things were not that simple. Otherwise, Li Tun, a monarch who had always appeared very mediocre on the surface, was behaving very unusually today. Knowing this was a tiger's den, he insisted on walking into the tiger's mountain. Min Weizhong was already impatient to show his intent to rebel, yet he still remained calm.

Something was wrong.

Liu Zheng sighed deeply in his heart. Things had reached this stage; no matter how hard he tried, there was no possibility for Min Weizhong to survive after failing. But suddenly, Liu Zheng had a change of thought: that's right, why must he be obsessed with saving Min Weizhong?

If he really died.

Wouldn't that be even better?

Anger.

Various emotions filled this group.

Min Weizhong, however, was extremely excited.

However

He wanted to implement a constitutional monarchy in the Li Dynasty!

Then what was the need for Min Weizhong?

According to the historical trajectory of the Li Dynasty, Min Weizhong's rebellion would fail, and the Southern Faction would truly come to power. Later, because the Southern Faction's governing ability was too poor, they would make a mess of the Li Dynasty, and only then would Li Tun, unable to stand it, "invite" the Westerners back to continue governing the Li Dynasty.

Therefore.

Liu Zheng had been holding onto the idea that he must save Min Weizhong for there to be subsequent developments.

The further they went inside, everyone seemed to be able to feel the killing intent from all around. It was very clear that Min Weizhong had already hidden many Duqi within this Taimiao. Yet, such an obvious scheme was very difficult to avoid.

Finally.

Li Tun led the crowd to the main hall of the Taimiao.

It would be better if he died!

Liu Zheng suddenly understood, and everything became clear at once; the relief in his heart was indescribable. He decided he would no longer participate in the struggles of the Li Dynasty and would just let them develop slowly according to the current situation; he would remain a bystander to watch it all.

People continued to walk.

For the sacrificial offering, nothing too luxurious would be prepared; they would simply take the seasonal fruits and vegetables of the time to offer to the ancestors.

As Li Tun arrived at the center of the Xiangdian, the ritual Square Formation also began their performance.

In the center of the Xiangdian was placed a Transoxiana; this large set of chime bells had dedicated people responsible for maintaining and striking them. At this moment, the melodious music began to rise.

The officials responsible for the rituals were already prepared.

When a King comes to the Taimiao to offer sacrifices for a specific event, it is called a sacrificial offering; the formation is not too large, but the necessary procedures must still be followed.

These people responsible for the rituals would take the spirit tablets from various places in the Taimiao and bring them to the Xiangdian for the monarch to worship; this is called the "Four Months Seasonal Offering," abbreviated as the sacrificial offering.

Min Weizhong, at this moment, could no longer be bothered to keep up appearances; while Li Tun, Queen Inhyeon, and the other civil and military officials were all kneeling in worship, he simply stood to one side with a bold and unconstrained air, watching all of this with cold eyes.

The others, recalling the few severed heads outside just moments ago, did not dare to utter a single word.

At this very moment.

The worship began just like that.

For the sacrificial rites, they first paid respects to the ancestors, then to the meritorious officials of the Li Dynasty.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy, filled with a murderous aura.

But he knew.

Today, Min Weizhong could not win.

Sure enough.

Liu Zheng suddenly recalled the television adaptation of *Romance of the Three Kingdoms* he had watched in his past life.

The Min Weizhong at this moment was exactly like Dong Zhuo from that time.

Arrogant and despotic, holding great power, and more importantly, what he held in his hands right now was the life and death of these people before him.

Min Weizhong's eyes, filled with a murderous aura, suddenly looked over.

He had, of course, considered that the Duwei, controlled by the Southern Faction, would arrive under these circumstances, so he gave a cold laugh: "Is this the King's strategy? Hahahaha! Once the Duwei arrive, Hancheng will be empty; isn't the King's scheme a bit too naive?"

The sounds of killing gradually rose outside, and it sounded as if the battle was becoming increasingly white-hot.

Just as Li Tun finished paying respects to the ancestors, the sounds of slaughter erupted outside. Clang, bang—the sound of weapons clashing, the shouts of people killing.

It was the Duwei who had arrived!

The entire hall was in an uproar, yet only Li Tun stood there quietly, continuing his worship.

To Min Weizhong's words, Li Tun gave no response.

"Min Weizhong, you have some nerve!"

"With the heart of a wolf and the ambition of a beast, you actually dare to rebel!"

The people in the hall were in a state of panic.

To Liu Zheng, this atmosphere felt particularly strange.

Knowing full well that the slaughter outside had already become a life-or-death struggle, this group of people was here engaging in a war of words.

Everyone was once again filled with terror.

Min Weizhong gave a cold laugh: "So what if the Duwei have come? If there are five thousand Duwei, Hancheng will be empty! If there are three thousand Duwei, today, they will all die here!"

He shouted angrily: "I have said before, those who are unfaithful as subjects and unfilial as sons are not fit to enter the Taimiao."

"The King trusts you so much."

Riiiip!

Min Weizhong drew his sword himself and chopped off the head of this old official.

Clatter, clatter.

Following that, another group of fully armed soldiers rushed in, surrounding this Xiangdian so tightly that not even water could pass through!

Once these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent.

"Then."

His eyes, like a Falcon, slowly landed on Li Tun's back, and the corners of his mouth pulled into a cold sneer: "Does the King think he is filial?"

He is rebelling!

Min Weizhong is truly going to rebel!