Chapter 29

As Qin Xiyi walked out of the princess’s mansion, the last burden in her heart was completely lifted by the old wet nurse.

To kill one’s father for one’s son, even if the Emperor was monstrously evil, the pain in her heart was something only she could understand.

Soon, Qin Xiyi understood what Du Mama meant by wealth.

As soon as the butterfly fireworks appeared, people responded from all four corners of the capital.

The first to arrive at the princess’s mansion, after cutting down the guards, was the old general Jiang Cheng, who had been living in idleness for many years with a beard.

The old general knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with tears as he saluted Qin Xiyi.

Qin Xiyi felt very embarrassed, after all, she had had a falling out with this old man before and had almost broken his grandson’s leg.

The camp outside the capital was engulfed in flames, and every general who rebelled had a red butterfly silk scarf tied to their arm.

Cutting the Gordian knot, it only took three days for Qin Xiyi to truly occupy the imperial palace.

The imperial palace was a river of blood, but the streets of the common people were as usual.

Emperor Qin Yue, terrified, scrambled over the wall and fell to his death at the corner.

Once a decisive and ruthless person, he had been so ravaged by the throne.

Consort Gui also hanged herself in terror, and the Empress Dowager fell gravely ill.

Qin Xiyi ignored everyone else and seized Han Su to demand the whereabouts of the child.

Han Su, however, laughed and said that Liang Ying had been sent to the Liang Kingdom the night Qin Xiyi entered the palace.

Qin Xiyi did not kill him, but merely locked him up. Qin Luoke was also imprisoned in the mansion.

She had already dispatched General Shen, a butterfly member stationed at the border, to lead troops to rescue Cheng Mushi, while she herself rode a horse with hundreds of people to chase after the child.

Before she left, Old General Jiang, along with several former subordinates, demanded that she ascend the throne immediately to prevent further internal strife, otherwise, they would not let her leave.

Qin Xiyi had no choice but to agree temporarily, but before these overjoyed soldiers could even finish their three kowtows, Qin Xiyi turned and ran.

On the official road, the horses neighed, raising clouds of dust. Qin Xiyi, wearing her mother’s red cloak, galloped away on her horse.

Faster, faster.

The voice echoed in her heart again and again.

Her son must be safe.

Her man must be safe.