Chapter Twelve: Disaster! The Duke of England's Mansion Is Surrounded!
Zhang Shize covered his face, staring at Zhang Zhiji with disbelief and asked, “Father, why did you hit me?”
“Does it hurt?” Zhang Zhiji inquired.
“Yes!” Zhang Shize answered honestly, because it really did hurt.
In the next moment, he saw Zhang Zhiji suddenly become alert, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
“So… this isn’t a dream. Everything you said is true!” Zhang Zhiji exclaimed in shock. “You really rebelled together with the Crown Prince.”
Zhang Shize was momentarily speechless, thinking, Are you serious? If you want to confirm whether you are dreaming, shouldn’t you be hitting yourself, not me?
But since it was his own father who struck him, he dared not say a word and could only nod hastily.
“Father, everything I said is true! The Crown Prince really is rebelling!” Zhang Shize said earnestly. “Moreover, he has already taken control of the entire palace. If nothing unexpected happens, he also controls the entire Capital Garrison and the Front Army Headquarters.”
How could this be? Zhang Zhiji’s mind exploded all at once.
If these words had come from anyone else, he would have refused to believe them. But since they came from his own son, he had no choice but to accept them.
However...
How was this possible? The Crown Prince was only a thirteen-year-old boy!
How could he have accomplished such a feat?
Zhang Zhiji wiped his face, forcing himself to calm down.
After a moment, he continued:
“According to your account, before the Crown Prince dragged you all into this, none of you knew about his intention to rebel.”
“In other words, even without you all, the Crown Prince could have succeeded in his rebellion.”
“The reason he had to bring you in was actually to implicate me, the Duke of Yingguo.”
“Bringing in Li Guozhen was to control the Capital Garrison; bringing in Wang Xiantong was to control the Front Army Headquarters.”
“So once he succeeds, he would control me, the Duke, as well as the Capital Garrison and the Front Army Headquarters.”
“But is this really something a thirteen-year-old boy can pull off?” Zhang Zhiji still found it hard to believe.
Especially the words the Crown Prince asked Zhang Shize to bring back—were these really words a thirteen-year-old could say?
Zhang Shize’s expression grew complicated upon hearing this. Then he spoke:
“Father, you didn’t see the Crown Prince’s demeanor at that time. He didn’t look like a thirteen-year-old at all!”
“He was more terrifying than anyone else!”
Zhang Zhiji said no more. He wrapped his robe tighter around himself and stood up.
Then he began pacing the room, seemingly pondering something.
After a moment, he suddenly called out toward the door:
“Zhang Sandao.”
In the next second, a man pushed open the door and entered.
He was a sturdy man, probably in his forties or fifties, with a scar across his face, looking rather fierce.
He was a household servant of the Duke of Yingguo's residence, having grown up there since childhood.
He possessed a special skill: he could see clearly at night, even in the darkest darkness.
Thus, he served as a guard for the Duke’s household.
“You called, Your Grace?” Zhang Sandao asked respectfully.
“Climb up the wall and check if there’s any unusual movement outside. Be careful not to be discovered,” the Duke ordered.
Zhang Sandao said nothing, bowed slightly, and left.
Zhang Shize watched this with some confusion and asked:
“Father, what are you doing? Do you suspect the Crown Prince has sent people to spy on us?”
“I already checked outside when I came back just now; no one was following me,” Zhang Shize added.
Zhang Zhiji looked at his son with a mixture of frustration and disappointment, then scolded:
“Foolish! You said before that when Wang Xiantong and Li Guozhen left, the Crown Prince sent a squad to follow them.”
“Those men claimed to be protecting them, but it’s more accurate to say they were watching them. If they made the slightest move, they’d be cut to pieces in the next moment.”
“If the Crown Prince can treat them like that, why can’t he do the same to us?”
“Since he’s capable of rebellion, he certainly won’t allow any accidents.”
Seeing Zhang Zhiji angry, Zhang Shize dared not speak further and kept silent.
Meanwhile, Zhang Sandao quietly climbed the wall and cautiously peeked over.
The sight shocked him—through his night vision, he clearly saw a squad of soldiers lying in ambush in the darkness about dozens of meters from the Duke’s residence.
What is going on?
Zhang Sandao was terrified and quickly slipped down.
Then, he stealthily climbed the backyard wall.
This time, he barely exposed half his head, only his eyes peeking over.
But the result was the same.
Outside the backyard wall, heavy troops were stationed.
Likewise, the main gate and the side gate—
Without exception, soldiers were lying in ambush outside all these places.
This meant the Duke’s residence was completely surrounded...
But how could this be?
The Duke of Yingguo was one of the most honored nobles in the Ming dynasty. Who would dare to treat him this way?
Zhang Sandao was stunned but quickly regained his composure and rushed to the study.
“Your Grace, bad news! The entire Duke of Yingguo’s residence is surrounded by armored soldiers.”
“There are at least five or six hundred men!” Zhang Sandao said grimly as he burst into the room.
“What did you say?” Zhang Shize sprang up in disbelief.
He never expected the Crown Prince to send so many people to monitor the Duke’s residence.
In contrast, Zhang Zhiji was much calmer now.
He waved his hand casually.
“Understood. You may leave.”
“Also, inform everyone to act as if nothing has happened. Go to sleep, and no one is allowed to leave the residence tonight!”
“If anyone dares to go out, shoot on sight!”
Zhang Sandao’s expression darkened further but said nothing more.
“I understand!” He saluted respectfully and then left.
The study was left with only Zhang Zhiji and Zhang Shize.
Zhang Shize looked at his father anxiously.
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