ebookland Chapter 954 Paper can’t contain the fire
Chapter 954 Paper can’t contain the fire
Under the moonlight, in the mottled light and shadow, Emperor Jindong, dressed in a gorgeous twelve-piece robe, stood on a high platform, facing the densely packed people with different expressions below, with a gleam in his eyes, even though his body was like a candle in the wind, shaking.
"My people," Emperor Jindong's voice was a little hoarse, but it was full of unquestionable power. He took a deep breath, forced himself to cheer up, and tried to use his last strength to inject hope into the people of this land. "I know that rumors have been spreading recently, saying that I am unwell, and even that I want to abandon the capital for refuge. These are all villains with ulterior motives, intending to shake the foundation of our country. Here, in the name of the emperor, I solemnly inform you - I am in good health, and my heart is with Fuso, and I will never give up easily!"
In the crowd, an elderly man, holding a cane and with red eyes, trembled with excitement when he heard the emperor's words. He whispered to the young man beside him: "Look, your majesty is still here, and our spiritual pillar is still here! Fuso, how can we give up so easily?"
Emperor Jindong looked at the people present, trying to convey this determination to everyone: "I know very well that the suffering brought by the war has filled your hearts with anxiety and uneasiness. I feel the same way about you who can't sleep at night and don't want to eat during the day. But I want to tell you that Fuso, this ancient and tenacious nation, has never succumbed to any storm. Our ancestors have stood up from the ruins countless times and rebuilt their homes. This indomitable spirit is our most precious wealth."
"As the Emperor, I will never flee Kyoto with the royal family, nor will I abandon any of you. I will fight alongside you until the last moment. I believe that as long as we are united as a country, no matter how powerful the enemy is, it will not be able to shake the faith in our hearts. Because the future of Fuso is in our own hands!"
As soon as these words came out, thunderous applause and cheers broke out in the crowd. "Long live His Majesty! His Majesty will not abandon us!" "Fuso will win! Fuso will win!" The shouts came one after another, surging like a tide, completely igniting the originally depressing atmosphere.
However, behind this passionate emotion, only a few courtiers around Emperor Jindong noticed that the emperor's legs were trembling slightly, beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead, and his face was as pale as paper, as if he might fall down at any time.
A loyal old minister stepped forward quietly and said softly, "Your Majesty, please take care of your health."
As the night deepens, the moonlight is like water, gently sprinkling on the streets of Kyoto, covering this ancient land with a layer of silver gauze.
Emperor Jindong was on the high platform, looking at the people below who were still emotional and unwilling to leave, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart, but also mixed with some worries. He knew that although his words temporarily calmed people's hearts, the real challenge was still to come.
"It's late at night," Emperor Jindong's voice sounded a little low in the night wind, "I will go back to the palace to sleep. There are still many state affairs to be dealt with tomorrow. I hope that you, my people, will not be instigated by anything and disrupt the order of Kyoto. I believe that you are all wise and know how to distinguish between truth and falsehood and how to protect our common home."
The mood in the crowd began to ease, but many people still looked hesitant, as if they were still waiting for something.
Seeing this, Emperor Rendong spoke again: "Everyone, go back to your homes and take care of your families. When you wake up tomorrow, it will be a new day. The future of Fuso needs the strength of each and every one of you."
After saying this, Emperor Jindong, supported by two eunuchs, slowly turned around and his figure gradually disappeared into the night, leaving only a golden outline, which was the symbol of the emperor and a beacon in the hearts of the people.
Upon seeing this, Kawamura Yasushi immediately shouted loudly: "I have said it before, your majesty is fine. These are the tricks of those people who want to disturb the peace of Kyoto. Everyone, listen carefully, your majesty has returned to the palace to rest, and he will have to work hard on state affairs tomorrow. We are the people of Fuso, and we cannot cause trouble for your majesty. Let's disperse, go home and spend the night in peace!"
Kawamura Yasushi's voice echoed in the night sky, and the crowd began to disperse. Some people looked back as they walked, as if they were still confirming something; others gathered in groups of three or five, whispering about everything that had happened today.
The night in Kyoto returned to peace again, with only the occasional sound of footsteps breaking the tranquility.
As Emperor Jindong slowly left and the crowd gradually dispersed in the night, a few pairs of eyes were like hawks in the night, watching everything silently.
They hid on the edge of the crowd, dressed in ordinary clothes, but their eyes revealed an indescribable cunning and coldness.
"Captain," one of them whispered with a hint of reluctance in his voice, "The appearance of Emperor Jindong has indeed dealt a big blow to our plan. The content spread in the tabloids has become self-defeating now that he has personally denied it. In the short term, I'm afraid that the public will no longer easily believe any news in the tabloids."
The man called the captain was thin and had a stern face. He nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with thought. "Yes, we underestimated the status of Emperor Jindong in the hearts of the people, and also underestimated his control over the situation. But," he changed the subject, his tone full of confidence, "the truth cannot be false, and the false cannot be true. According to the reliable information we have received, Emperor Jindong is already terminally ill, this is an indisputable fact. The truth will eventually come to light. When the people find out that they have been deceived, their anger and disappointment will be like a volcanic eruption, and it will be out of control."
He paused, as if assessing the impact of his next words on the team members. "Let's go, let's stay quiet for a few days and don't act rashly. Although this operation has suffered setbacks, our goal has never changed. Wait for orders from your superiors and wait for the best opportunity. Remember, true victory often belongs to those who can wait patiently and give the opponent a fatal blow at the critical moment."
As the captain finished speaking, several people quickly exchanged glances, which was a silent understanding.
They turned around silently, blended into the night, and disappeared at the end of the crowd. Although they retreated temporarily, the unquenchable fire burned in their hearts, waiting for the next attack.
The night remains the same, but in this ancient land of Kyoto, a silent war is quietly brewing.
Although the appearance of Emperor Jindong temporarily stabilized the people's hearts, the undercurrents behind it indicate that the road ahead is still full of unknowns and challenges.