The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story

Chapter 684 - 684: Trap (3)



Chapter 684: Trap (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Chu You squeezed his legs around the horse’s stomach and leaned forward. The black horse under him flew out.

He took the lead and galloped to the front in high spirits. A cold and arrogant smile appeared on his lips, as if the shackles that had been on him for more than a year were about to be completely broken.

Thousands of soldiers followed aggressively, sweeping all the way in the direction of the imperial mausoleum, stepping on the ground until it rumbled, and dust flew into the sky.

“Slap!”

Chu You swung his whip on the horse’s buttocks, and the strong horse galloped even faster. Its four hooves turned, and its long mane fluttered.

Chu You rushed forward for two miles and saw the glazed roof and red wall of the imperial mausoleum appear in front of him. The solemn and majestic imperial mausoleum was very eye-catching in the green mountains and rivers.

“Huff!””

Chu You stopped his horse at the dismounting tablet.

The soldiers of the Tiger Army following behind also stopped in their tracks. Chu You’s long follower jogged forward and knocked on the new red door at the entrance of the imperial mausoleum.

Chu You looked at the vermillion new red door in front of him. His eyes were a little absent-minded, and his eyes were sore.

The coffin of the previous Emperor was buried in this imperial mausoleum, and he had seen the previous Emperor buried with his own eyes.

At this moment, Chu You heard the previous Emperor’s reminder to him before he died.

“Ning Zhi, if your eldest brother is heartless, you don’t have to be afraid of any brotherly feelings. Don’t suffer for nothing! If it weren’t for your Aunt Feng Yang, this throne would have belonged to you in the first place.”

“However, remember to be ‘cautious’!”

Thinking of the previous Emperor’s love for him, the sorrow in Chu You’s heart was swept away, and he felt refreshed.

He wanted to complete the late Emperor’s last wish. This was his greatest filial piety to the late Emperor. Seeing him ascend to the throne, the late Emperor’s spirit in heaven would also rest in peace!

As he was thinking, Chu You’s eyes lit up.

“Yiya!”

The middle door of the new red door quickly opened from the inside. Two tall guards walked out and cupped their fists at Chu You. “Greetings, Your Highness!”

It was silent inside and outside the imperial mausoleum.

Facing Chu You on the horse, the two guards lowered their heads respectfully.

Chu You smiled and realized that everything was going smoothly.

He got off the horse and strode into the new red door. He looked ahead with a bright gaze, full of energy.

With Feng Yang dead, and all the civil and military officials determined to force the current Emperor to abdicate, Chu Qi was weak and useless. It was difficult for him to control the overall situation, and he couldn’t mobilize troops in the short term.

For him, having Xiao Shoufu and the others cooperate with him from the inside was the best opportunity.

In addition, the capital was already under his control. He would definitely win this battle.

Without needing Chu You to give any further instructions, the three thousand soldiers of the Tiger Army behind him immediately followed in large strides, walking forward in an orderly manner, forming a black line.

The originally silent imperial mausoleum immediately became noisy.

The mountain wind was cold, and rows of pine trees on both sides of the road swayed in the wind.

Chu You walked faster and faster with his head held high. He had lofty ambitions and was only focused on the Emperor in Long’en Hall.

He completely didn’t notice that after the last few soldiers of the Tiger Army entered the new red door, the two vermillion doors behind slowly closed.

The sound of the door closing was suppressed by the rumbling footsteps of the soldiers, and no one sensed it.

The path ahead was empty. Apart from their footsteps, there was no sound.

The quieter it was in front, the more certain Chu You was. He knew that Xiao Shoufu and the others had already controlled the overall situation and that most of the matter had been completed.

He had long made an agreement with the Third Prince of the State of Yue, Baili Yin. Baili Yin would deal with Chu Yi for him. Then, as long as he captured Chu Qi in the imperial mausoleum today, the Great Jin Dynasty could change hands.

Just as Rong’er had said, no matter how long the night was, day would always come!

Chu You walked straight ahead and stopped in front of the red door. He waved his hand and ordered, “Divide into five groups and seal the imperial mausoleum.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” The soldiers of the Tiger Army immediately received the order.

These soldiers were well-trained and divided into five teams. They agilely headed in various directions toward the imperial mausoleum.

In the end, there were still 500 soldiers who stayed behind Chu You. Chu You continued to walk in the direction of the Long’en Hall, directly passing through the Ruigong Holy Virtue Stele Pavilion and Dragon Wind Gate before finally arriving outside the Long’en Gate.

On the other side of the door was Long’en Flail, which worshiped the memorial tablets of the Chu clan’s ancestors.

At this moment, there were no imperial guards guarding outside the Long’en Gate, nor were there any Embroidered Uniform Guards.

Chu You’s footsteps stopped, and the five hundred soldiers behind him also stopped.

When the footsteps stopped, the surroundings instantly fell silent, leaving only the sound of wind brushing the leaves.

The surroundings were really too quiet. Chu You secretly felt that it was a little strange. Could it be that the others were all at the Dragon Gate?!

Thud! Thud!

Chu You’s heart beat faster, suppressed by the joy of victory.. He strode forward and directly pushed open the middle door of the Long’en Gate, stepping in!

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