How to Deal with Having the Villainous Tyrant’s Child Chapter 139

Chapter 139

Madam Lu suddenly stood up, and Lu Hanzhi immediately instructed He Ming, “You—escort Madam back to the Lu residence!”

Madam Lu frowned and said, “No, I won’t leave. I have to stay here with you.”

Lu Hanzhi said, “Mother! This isn’t a joke. If you stay here, Second Sister-in-law and I won’t even know how to act.”

Madam Lu thought it over and felt that as a woman, staying here would indeed only burden her son and daughter-in-law. She said, “Then give Ah Chan and Ah Meng to me. I’ll take them back to the Lu residence.”

Lu Hanzhi still shook his head and said, “That would be even more dangerous. I’m afraid someone might intercept and kill them.”

In this struggle for the throne, the people Yuwen Mingji intended to strike from the start were the descendants of Prince Chu and Prince An, because Yuwen Mingji believed in eradicating the roots completely.

If weeds were cut without removing the roots, they would grow back with the spring wind. That was why, after successfully seizing the throne in the original story, he killed all of the emperor’s underage children.

Although Ah Chan and Ah Meng were still infants, given Yuwen Mingji’s madness, there was no way he would spare them.

Though extremely reluctant, Madam Lu still had no choice but to leave Prince An’s residence under He Ming’s protection.

She felt heartache—and even more sorrow.

She had once thought that having both children become spouses of princes was the highest honor. Now, seeing them both swept into the struggle for succession, she did not know whether, as a mother, she should feel glad or worried.

They said that wealth and glory were won through danger—but the Lu family was already rich enough to rival a nation. What need did they have for such overwhelming honor?

This was the first time Madam Lu regretted raising her youngest son as a Xiao Langjun. If he had not become someone else’s consort, at this age, he probably would still have been acting spoiled in her arms.

Like his eldest brother—already over twenty and still unwilling to marry—she had never forced him.

And yet Hanzhi, at only nineteen, was already the father of two children.

Thinking of this, Madam Lu felt a surge of sorrow, and her eyes could not help but redden.

After returning home, Madam Lu followed Lu Hanzhi’s instructions and shut the gates tightly, refusing to respond no matter who came knocking.

The Lu family had plenty of household guards, but they were no match for government troops.

However, Yuwen Mingji’s target was not the Lu family. Moreover, with the Lu family controlling so much money and grain, this was not the best time to move against them.

After seeing Madam Lu off, Lu Hanzhi and Yuwen Jue together ordered the gates of both Prince Chu’s residence and Prince An’s residence to be thrown open, welcoming the coffins of Prince An and the Great General of the Western Campaign Lu Xuzhi back home.

Throughout the capital, cavalry had already surrounded everything.

Many officials aligned with the Crown Prince faction had been encircled by mounted troops.

For the time being, they were only being surrounded; their families had not yet been harassed.

As long as the court officials cooperated and defected to Yuwen Mingji, their families would be protected—otherwise, they would be executed.

Prince An’s residence and Prince Chu’s residence were no exception. Those men surrounded the two estates so tightly that not even water could pass through.

And it was Yuwen Jing himself who led the troops.

Outside the gates, two coffins stood one behind the other, containing Yuwen Min and Lu Xuzhi respectively.

Lu Hanzhi and Yuwen Jue were both dressed in plain mourning robes. Before the coffins were carried into the residence, they saw Yuwen Jing arrive, brimming with aggressive confidence.

Every time Lu Hanzhi saw Yuwen Jing, he wanted to pat him on the head and call him a fool.

This boy was dull and reckless, being played like a monkey by Yuwen Mingji—and then even helping him count the money afterward.

Seeing that Yuwen Jing had come with ill intent, Yuwen Jue stepped forward to block him and asked, “Third Brother, bringing troops here—what are you planning to do?”

Yuwen Jing removed his saber and glanced at Yuwen Jue before saying, “Eldest Brother is a smart man. Why bother asking me?”

Yuwen Jue said, “I heard that the Little Imperial Uncle promised you a hereditary princely title.”

Yuwen Jing replied, “That isn’t important. I’m only avenging my uncle.”

Yuwen Jue asked, “And how do you know that Yuwen Mingji will truly avenge your uncle for you?”

Yuwen Jing glanced at the afterglow in the western sky and said, “Aside from him, who else could I trust? After all, you were all framed by me at one point or another.”

Behind him, Lu Hanzhi let out a soft scoff, not knowing what to say.

Yuwen Jing drew his Hu saber and pointed it at Lu Hanzhi. “What are you laughing at?”

Lu Hanzhi replied, “Nothing. Go on.”

It was better for him to quietly watch this performance unfold.

In the original story, Yuwen Jing died at the hands of Yuwen Min. Not only Yuwen Jing—aside from Yuwen Jue, everyone else who participated in the struggle for the throne ended up dying by Yuwen Min’s hand.

Lu Hanzhi did not know whether Yuwen Jing was worth saving. He wanted to return to the grasslands, and if he saved him, would it become a case of raising a tiger only to invite future disaster?

Still, letting him die with clarity was not a bad thing either.

Yuwen Jue said, “He’s laughing at you for being sold out—and still helping the seller count the money.”

Yuwen Jing: …

Yuwen Jing asked, “Sold out by whom?”

Yuwen Jue replied, “Naturally by Yuwen Mingji. Do you know that the military strategist you trusted so deeply—the one who persuaded you to frame me and have me imprisoned—was actually Yuwen Mingji’s man?”

Yuwen Jing frowned, then immediately looked at Yuwen Jue with distrust. “Don’t think that saying a few words to sow discord at a time like this will make me hesitate to kill you. Eldest Brother, you really are foolish. With the Rong family’s million-strong army at your disposal, you were clearly the one most qualified to ascend the throne. Why would you degrade yourself like this?”

Looking at Yuwen Jing, Yuwen Jue let out a quiet sigh and said, “You’re still young. You wouldn’t understand.”

Yuwen Jing: …

Lu Hanzhi: …

Second Sister-in-law really was speaking more and more in his own distinctive style.

Yuwen Jing said, “Besides, even if it truly was him who ordered me to frame Eldest Brother and send him to prison, that was still something I genuinely wanted to do. If I hadn’t wanted to do it, no one could have forced me. Who doesn’t want the imperial throne? If it weren’t for my uncle’s misfortune, I might not have given up on killing my way back into Great Zhao.”

Lu Hanzhi sighed. Human greed truly was insatiable.

Yuwen Jue said, “Then… what does Third Brother plan to do? Kill me?”

Yuwen Jing looked in the direction of the Zichen Palace and said, “Eldest Brother should return to his residence first. If an order comes from the palace, I will lead my men in and charge inside. If not, then it means the struggle inside the palace has failed. If the Crown Prince ascends the throne in the future, you and I may still be able to preserve our lives.”

Lu Hanzhi said, “Doesn’t Third Prince think that’s rather dishonorable? If something goes wrong on this side, won’t the Little Imperial Uncle blame you?”

Yuwen Jing glanced at Yuwen Jue and said, “Consider it that I owe Imperial Brother a debt, repaying a favor. In any case, both princely residences are already tightly surrounded—Imperial Brother and Sister-in-law won’t be able to escape.”

Lu Hanzhi nodded, tugged at Yuwen Jue, and said, “Second Sister-in-law, don’t stand on ceremony with Third Prince. Let’s go home.”

The two of them returned to the residence, closed the gates, and secured the heavy bolts.

Yuwen Jue said, “I wonder what’s happening in the palace. Has Ah Min met up with your second brother yet?”

Lu Hanzhi thought for a moment, then said, “Second Sister-in-law, take the three children and Ah Shu into the underground passage. Hide there and don’t come out.”

Without hesitation, Yuwen Jue said, “No. Let Luan Feng take the three children down. I’ll stay with you.”

Lu Hanzhi sighed and said, “Second Sister-in-law, Ah Chan only recognizes you. In the half month I was gone, did Ah Chan ever let anyone else put him to sleep?”

Yuwen Jue still shook his head. “And Xiao Liuzi—Xiao Liuzi has always been the one to coax him to sleep during his midday naps.”

Lu Hanzhi said helplessly, “Ah Meng was just born. If he leaves you, he’ll definitely cry. In the underground passage, once a child cries, they’ll be discovered. How would they hide then?”

The entrance to the underground passage was well concealed and difficult to discover, but a child’s crying carried far and wide.

Yuwen Jue was still hesitating when Lu Hanzhi added, “Your younger brother isn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. I suspect we won’t even need to fight—just a few words might confuse him completely. When the time comes, he might even switch sides on the battlefield, and we can save ourselves some effort.”

Yuwen Jue: …

Fine. Everyone knew your output relied entirely on talking.

Lu Hanzhi had Ah Chan and Ah Meng brought over, with Xiao Liuzi following behind them.

He led them to the back courtyard, where the entrance to the secret passage was located behind a water vat in the kitchen.

Lu Hanzhi moved the empty water vat aside and lifted the stone slab covering it. A pitch-black passage leading underground appeared before them.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Hanzhi exchanged for a flashlight from the system shop. After turning it on, he handed it to Yuwen Jue and instructed him, “No matter what happens outside, you absolutely must not come out. The descendants of both our families are in your hands now, Second Sister-in-law!”

Yuwen Jue truly did not want to let Lu Hanzhi face danger alone, but when he looked at the child in his arms and Ah Chan tugging at the hem of his clothes, he could only lead them into the secret passage.

Yuwen Jue reminded Lu Hanzhi, “You must be extremely careful. Don’t fight head-on. Stall for time as much as possible and wait for Ah Min to return.”

Lu Hanzhi nodded and said, “Second Sister-in-law, don’t worry. I know what to do.”

As he spoke, Lu Hanzhi adjusted the Browning pistol tucked at his lower back.

After touching it, he felt a twinge of regret. Since the system provided guidance on how to fire anyway, he might as well have been ruthless and exchanged for a machine gun capable of sweeping fire.

But then he thought about how difficult a machine gun would be to conceal and let it go.

At the Zichen Palace, Yuwen Mingji led over ten thousand elite soldiers, shooting down the palace guards as they advanced, and charged straight toward the Qianqing Palace.

The guards of the Qianqing Palace resisted to the death, and Yuwen Mingji’s troops also suffered heavy losses.

The emperor was overcome with rage and anxiety. The elderly eunuch by his side looked somewhat familiar—it was precisely the eunuch who had once been acquainted with Lu Hanzhi.

The chief eunuch knelt on the ground and earnestly urged, “Your Majesty, Prince Min is about to break in. You… put on this old servant’s clothes and flee!”

The emperor hurled an inkstone case at the eunuch’s forehead. In an instant, the eunuch’s head was covered in blackened blood, a pitiful sight.

The emperor cursed angrily, “I would rather die than flee!”

The eunuch knelt again and asked, “Where is the commander of the Feather Guards? Summon him to me at once!”

The eunuch replied, “Commander Xue… is nowhere to be found!”

The emperor was about to smash something again, but the elderly eunuch pleaded, “But… but Deputy Commander Cheng is here!”

The emperor gave an order, “Tell Commander Cheng! Let everyone swear to fight to the death—myself, I will not surrender even at the cost of my life!”

Without the imperial edict and the jade seal, Yuwen Mingji’s claim to the throne would forever be illegitimate, lacking both justification and recognition.

Yet Yuwen Mingji likely no longer cared about that reputation. With a loud crash of the palace gates, hundreds of soldiers charged in.

The emperor sat in front of the hall, while Yuwen Mingji, clad in silver armor and holding a long spear, looked every bit like a hero on the battlefield.

He raised the spear toward the emperor and said, “Imperial Brother, today is the day you die.”

The emperor stared at Yuwen Mingji, who had come to the hall to force the throne, still barely able to believe his eyes.

The twenty thousand elite troops of the Yulin Guards—had they really let rebels enter just like that?

The emperor trembled as he pointed at Yuwen Mingji and said, “I truly… misjudged you!”

Yuwen Mingji clearly did not wish to waste words. He aimed his spear straight at the imperial throne and said, “Imperial Brother, don’t blame me. Blame only this kingdom—it’s far too tempting!”

Then he charged directly at the emperor, spear thrusting forward. But at an angle, a heavy sword clanged against the spear, blocking it and jolting it aside.

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