Children of Loulan

Chapter 467 The traitor

Batur took a deep breath, then stepped forward without hesitation, and led by the eunuch, he strode out of the palace where he had been imprisoned for several days. His steps were firm and powerful, as if he was full of confidence in what was going to happen next.

In front of him, two imperial guards led the way. They held spears in their hands and looked serious, carefully guiding Batur forward. The team passed through quiet corridors and courtyards, and finally arrived outside the king's bedroom.

Batur stood in front of the palace door and stopped. He raised his hand and waved it gently, and countless men in black emerged from all directions like ghosts. They moved quickly and neatly, and instantly killed all the guards outside the king's palace.

Blood stained the ground red, and corpses were lying on the ground in all directions, but Batur had a triumphant smile on his face. He stepped over the bodies of the guards and walked towards the king's bedroom without hesitation, as if everything was under his control.

At this time, the king in the bedroom had already been awakened by the sound of fighting outside. He sat up from the bed in astonishment, his heart filled with fear and confusion. He could never have imagined that there would be an assassin so bold as to break into the heavily guarded palace.

He instantly jumped up from the dragon bed as if he had received an electric shock, and jumped down nimbly. The moment he landed, his hand reached out to the sword beside the bed as fast as lightning, and tightly grasped the hilt.

At the same time, he shouted "Protect the Emperor", and the originally quiet palace suddenly became noisy. Dozens of black shadows emerged from the darkness like ghosts. They were dressed in black clothes, their faces were covered by black cloth, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes.

However, this was not just a change in the king's bedroom. In the East Palace, the same scene was happening. A large number of assassins dressed in black poured in like a tide, with a clear goal, rushing straight to the prince's bedroom.

Seeing this, Ziya led the imperial guards of the Eastern Palace to fight bravely without hesitation. He brandished his spear and started a thrilling fight with the assassins.

On the other side, when Keremu saw the assassins, his eyes instantly turned red, as if burning with anger. The scenes of his wife's tragic death, Baixi's death to save him, and Dar and Ba Ma's death in the assassination kept flashing in his mind.

He suppressed his inner grief, quickly took out his prince's token from his bosom, and handed it to his daughter, Patihan, without hesitation. Then, he turned to his confidant and said, "Take the princess out of the secret passage immediately, and make sure to find her two brothers!"

Although his voice was low, it was full of determination and resoluteness. However, as if he suddenly realized something, Partihan suddenly grabbed his hand tightly and shouted in fear: "Father, let's go together, it's too dangerous here!"

Keremu stopped and turned around slowly. His eyes fell on his daughter's terrified face, and his heart ached. He looked at Partihan tenderly, his eyes full of love and reluctance, but also revealed a kind of determination.

He patiently explained, "Child, their target is you. As long as you stay here, you can hold them back and buy you enough time to find your two brothers and General An to come to the palace to rescue you. This is the only way at the moment. Not only the East Palace, but your grandfather's side may also be in trouble. It all depends on you, child!"

Partihan shook her head desperately, tears welling up in her eyes. She stared at her father with pleading eyes and said with a sob, "No, father, you can't stay here. It's too dangerous. They will kill you! I just lost my mother. I can't lose you again!"

Keremu looked at his daughter distressedly. How could he not know what the child was thinking? But his wife was still here, and he still had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, so he couldn't leave, nor could he put his daughter in greater danger.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his heart, hardened his heart, and forcefully pulled away the hand that Patihan was holding tightly to him. Then, he turned to his confidant and said, "Quick, take the princess away, go!"

The confidant knew that the situation was urgent and did not dare to delay for a moment. He quickly pulled Partihan out through the back door, then found the entrance to the secret passage in the ruins, entered the secret passage, and disappeared into the darkness.

Keremu watched them leave, silently praying that his daughter would be safe. He knew that this assassination was no accident, and that the situation on the king's side was not optimistic, as they dared to do it so blatantly in the East Palace. Now he only hoped that his daughter could find his two sons and General An as soon as possible to save the palace.

He slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on the coffin beside him, as if it were a treasure. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the surface of the coffin, as if he could feel the breath of the person in the coffin through the hard wood.

"Li'er," he whispered softly, his voice revealing endless tenderness and sadness, "They are here again. These hateful people always refuse to let me go. But don't worry, I will never let them disturb your peace."

After saying this, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes became sharp and resolute. He tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and the hilt trembled slightly in his hand, as if he was also excited about the upcoming battle.

He strode out of the room, each step carrying determination and anger. When he came in front of the assassins, he swung the sword in his hand without hesitation, and the sword light flashed like lightning, instantly cutting down several assassins.

At the same time, the king's bedroom was in chaos. There were many corpses lying on the ground, and the blood dyed the ground red. The king was tightly protected by dozens of secret guards. They looked solemn and stared around vigilantly.

Batur stood not far away, watching this scene with a sneer on his face. He shouted loudly: "Father, look at what you are like now, being protected by these people, like a turtle hiding its head. Let your men surrender, no matter how powerful they are, they will get tired. As long as you let them stop, your son can make you the supreme king and enjoy your old age."

The king was furious when he heard this. He widened his eyes and shouted angrily, "Rebellious son! You are such a traitor! How dare you plot treason and try to usurp the throne? You are simply dreaming!"

Hearing the king's words, Batur was not angry at all. Instead, he raised his mouth slightly, revealing a relaxed smile, and said slowly: "Father, you know my talents very well! That is why I dare to say so confidently that I am absolutely capable of becoming a qualified king. But why don't you give me this opportunity?"

The king was furious when he heard this. He glared at Batur and said sternly, "Bah! You are such a rebellious son. You actually tried to murder your father and seize the throne. This is a heinous crime! How can an unfilial son like you have the face to be the king of a country!"

Seeing this, Batur's smile became more mocking. He snorted coldly and retorted, "Oh? So my elder brother is qualified to be the king? Just because he is the eldest son? But in terms of strategy and talent, how can he compare with me? What virtue and ability does he have to be able to take on the responsibility of the king of Loulan?"