Almost no one suspected Fang Zhiyi. First, anyone who knew him knew he lacked the ability. Instantly killing four guards and cleanly assassinating Guo Qianyue was clearly not something one person could accomplish, let alone Fang Zhiyi. He was just a piece of trash holding the title of Grand Tutor, not to mention he had done a great service for the Guo family today. Second, Guo Qianyue was a deeply scheming man and had never mentioned his intention to eliminate Fang Zhiyi to anyone.
Therefore, Fang Zhiyi was merely hoisted up by the hastily arriving Guo Siwei, who loudly demanded to know what had happened.
Fang Zhiyi played dumb to every question, claiming that a group of men in black had scaled the wall to assassinate them. He said he hid under the table, and if he hadn't cried out, he probably would have met disaster as well.
Guo Siwei thought about it and immediately understood. It must be that Old Thief Huang, pushed to the brink, had lashed out in desperation. He immediately threw Fang Zhiyi aside, gathered his estate guards, and charged toward the Huang family's residence to kill them.
After things quieted down, Fang Zhiyi slowly disappeared into the dark night.
Upon hearing the news of Guo Qianyue's death, Huang Huaili was initially suspicious, but then quickly realized things were bad. Sure enough, just as he fled with his family, Guo Siwei's guards broke down his doors. The Guo and Huang families had completely torn off all pretenses. The capital was unimaginably chaotic that night, with the two long-feuding factions seeing red.
Even the Black Armor Guards and the Imperial City Guards in the palace hurriedly left to provide support. Some eunuchs and maids took advantage of the chaos to pack up valuables and prepare to flee. No one noticed two figures, one large and one small, following behind a few Black Armor Guards and disappearing at the palace gates.
Grand, Grand Tutor, are we really just running away? The little emperor looked back at the fading palace with some reluctance.
What? Do you want to go back and wait for death? I endured for a long time to create today's opportunity. Now the Huang family is in turmoil and the Guo family is in chaos. If we don't leave now, once they decide a victor, what awaits you is comprehensive, dead-end surveillance and control. Haven't you had enough of being a puppet emperor?
Who are they... The little emperor looked at the few Black Armor Guards.
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. They are loyal and patriotic men!
The Black Armor Guards originally had some objections to Fang Zhiyi's disrespect toward the emperor, but upon hearing these words, they all gave him a few extra points in their minds.
As they spoke, Fang Zhiyi stopped in front of a carriage. The driver glanced at them and excitedly rolled down to bow, but Fang Zhiyi stopped him. Drop the formalities, let's go quickly!
The little emperor had a good memory. Just by the light of the torches, he recognized him. Wasn't this one of the candidates from the imperial examinations?
Your Majesty, the Grand Tutor has arranged everything. The gate officer was personally appointed by you, and he is waiting for us now.
It was somewhat ridiculous. A dignified second-place scholar had been appointed by the Emperor to work as a gate officer. It was precisely because of this that the Guo and Huang families didn't care at the time and tacitly allowed it.
The little emperor's eyes were full of admiration as he looked at Fang Zhiyi. The Grand Tutor truly was a divine figure! He had actually arranged everything long ago!
And so, the group fled the capital.
Grand Tutor, where are we going now? The little emperor, his heart still pounding, was a bit dazed. Although they had escaped, what were they going to do next?
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him. Raise an army and rebel.
Rebel?
Yes.
The Black Armor Guards could hardly hold back their thoughts. An emperor raising an army to rebel? Did that even make sense?
Fang Zhiyi ignored them. Remember, your identity is useless in that court, but out here, your identity is much more valuable. You are the Emperor.
The little emperor nodded. Whatever, he would just do whatever the Grand Tutor said.
Listening to the Grand Tutor would definitely not be wrong.
Only the few Black Armor Guards were a bit worried. Why did it feel like they had boarded a pirate ship?
At daybreak, after all the slaughtering, a blood-soaked Guo Siwei barged into the palace. He had won. He had personally severed Huang Huaili's head and killed his entire family.
However, this also disrupted the original plan. With the Huang family destroyed, the scattered Huang forces in various regions would definitely counterattack. He decided to just go all the way and force the little emperor to abdicate.
But he searched the entire palace and couldn't find a trace of the little emperor.
This made the furious Guo Siwei even angrier. He was so enraged that upon seeing the panicked Empress Dowager, he simply had her dragged away and killed.
When he discovered that Fang Zhiyi was also missing, he immediately became alert. He quickly sent people to Fang Zhiyi's home to search, only to be told that the Fang family had returned to their hometown to worship their ancestors a few days ago, leaving absolutely nothing behind.
Worship ancestors? Taking apart the beds and bringing them along is called worshipping ancestors? Who was on duty at the city gates that day?
R-replying to my lord, the gate officer is also missing.
Guo Siwei's vision went dark. He gritted his teeth and cursed, Forget it! From today onward, I, Guo Siwei, declare myself Emperor!
The news of the Huang family's extermination spread, but what was even more shocking was Guo Siwei's usurpation—he had actually declared himself Emperor.
This plunged the seemingly peaceful world back into chaos. The remnants of the Huang family raised armies under the banner of purging the traitor. In some places, noble families also pushed from behind. Factions big and small sprang up, posing a certain degree of threat to the Guo family.
The whole world was a complete mess.
However, in a remote commandery, an old man excitedly bowed to the little emperor, his face shining with tears.
This old minister once followed the late Emperor to quell the five rebellions in the northwest, and later returned home due to injuries and illness. I heard that Your Majesty had ascended the throne but was unable to seek an audience. To have the honor of seeing Your Majesty today is truly...
The little emperor looked uncomfortably at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi shrugged his shoulders.
This commandery governor was only briefly mentioned in the plot. After the little emperor's death, he dragged his eighty-year-old body to raise an army against the rebels, but failed to make even a splash. He could be considered a loyal subject.
Of course, the most crucial thing was that Fang Zhiyi knew how hard it was to start from scratch. It was best to borrow strength wherever possible.
Hearing about the actions of the Guo and Huang factions, the old man trembled with anger, nearly fainting several times. Moreover, Fang Zhiyi's attitude in reprimanding the little emperor also infuriated him. Hearing the little emperor's request to gather men, the old man agreed without hesitation.
This commandery was very poor. Even if people came, most of them were not regular soldiers, making the Black Armor Guards frown.
Grand Tutor Fang, I'm afraid this... One of the Black Armor Guards named Zhao Wu tried to say something, but Fang Zhiyi stopped him with a hand. This is already better than starting from nothing. Just leave the fighting and everything else to me.
The few men looked at him in disbelief.
Fang Zhiyi, meanwhile, whispered into the little emperor's ear for a long time, making the commandery governor stomp his feet in frustration.
Grand Tutor Fang! Show some respect to the Emperor!
Old man, mind your own business. A teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime, don't you understand that?
You! Arrogant!
Governor, I... I think the Grand Tutor is right...
As soon as the little emperor spoke, the old governor was silenced. He could only hide his resentment in his eyes, trying to stab Fang Zhiyi to death with his glare.
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