Ch.429 Empress Dowager"s Killing Intent (2)Many doors were open on the streets and they were all peeping at them. Under Gong Jue"s decisive work, not much of the traces of that earlier fierce battle was left.
At this time, an old man in the crowd said, “My son relies on the ca.n.a.l to feed his family, and he always says he is grateful to you. This is a kindness we will never be able to repay…Who cares if it was a princess who started this? No matter who comes, it is not your fault. I…am willing to testify for the princess and escort the princess back to the palace!”
Another woman also said, “My home is beset by floods every year. My poor old parents would rather suffer than leave their homeland, and it is all thanks to you transforming those dangerous lands to fertile soil that they can enjoy their peaceful old age with good weather each pa.s.sing year. I am grateful to the princess, and this one is in high admirations of the princess to be able to stand up to the sky, even as a woman. I only wish the princess well!”
After some took the lead, many immediately recited the goodness of Gong Yimo. So what if she killed a person? Why must a princess not kill? Why must she only be bullied?
So, the crowd grew lively and their eyes eager once more. Through joy, shock, wavering, and determination, they were no longer common people coalesced by chance, but true, firm supporters of Gong Yimo!
This change made Gong Yimo very happy, and very touched. She couldn"t help but bow to them once more, but the crowd surrounded her and invited her up to the parade carriage once more!
“Princess, let us return to the palace!”
A random person in the crowd said.
Gong Yimo"s eyes shone brightly. She smiled as she looked towards the imperial palace, her eyes bright.
“Yes, to the palace!”
The commoners were all lively the way back, and people were constantly joining, but they did not forget their mission. Many brought tools in their hands such as axes for chopping wood, hammers for beating iron, and so on.
In the end, the imperial guards had to retreat to the end of the line because there were too many people joining at the front. When they arrived at the palace door, they had a march of over ten thousand strong! Even the emperor couldn"t sit still at such a crowd!
He wanted to issue the edict to allow Gong Yimo back into the palace, but after receiving news of Long Hanyan"s death, the empress dowager was so infuriated that she was seeing red! She immediately came to the Emperor as soon as it reached one o"clock to complain, asking him to punish Gong Yimo! He wanted to crush her at the palace gates!
The emperor refused. Gong Yimo was already waiting at the palace gates, and there were so many civilians watching. He couldn"t possibly give such an order.
Meanwhile, Gong Yimo waited patiently outside. She looked at the imperial palace, a hint of nostalgia emerging in her eyes.
The imperial palace had never been a place the people dared to touch. They wouldn"t even dare look up when they walked by for fear that they would be executed as spies, then they would have no one to cry to!
But at this time, they had the power of numbers, and with Gong Yimo and Gong Jue with them, they also had the courage to look up at the glorious and majestic palace. However, they had no idea how fiercely the empress dowager was fighting with the emperor inside of the palace!
“I don"t care how many people are watching outside! Gong Yimo killed Yan"er. It"s only right for her death to be paid with her life! Your Majesty, you must give the order for her to be executed now, in front of everyone! I"ll see who dares stop them!”
There was a medicated bandage wrapped around the empress dowager"s head at this moment, so she was clearly ill with anger! But she still pestered the emperor and would not let up until she got what she wanted.
The emperor was starting to feel a headache come on while dealing with his mother. “That Long Hanyan surrounded Mo"er in the streets and tried to kill her! Mother, please stop this. I have my own thoughts on this matter!”
“Your own thoughts?” The empress dowager sneered. “This is favoritism! What do you mean Mo"er? She"s just a b.a.s.t.a.r.d with some unknown father. How could her life compare to Yan"er? She is actually of royal descent! Even if her death is offered up in Yan"er"s funeral, I still think it is a humiliation to Yan"er"s ident.i.ty!”