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Chapter 241 I'm no longer the helpless child I once was.

Gu Junze handed over the soldiers of the Eastern Camp to Deputy General Shi, while he himself went to meet with Marquis Anyang.

"Seal the city gates and forbid anyone from entering or leaving!"

Dozens of high-ranking officials stood around the Marquis of Anyang, some with worried expressions, while others had resolute ones.

"My lord, this matter must not be rushed!" an older official said with deep concern.

Marquis Anyang sneered, "There is no turning back now. If you gentlemen want to save your lives, you have no choice but to follow me to the bitter end!"

Half of the court officials have already defected and chosen to side with the Marquis of Anyang.

They were either bribed or coerced, but now they have all become accomplices in the Marquis of Anyang's rebellion.

The palace guards were fully armed, holding long swords, and ready for battle.

The eunuchs and palace maids were terrified and hid in their respective residences, not daring to make any rash moves.

Gu Junze stood on the palace wall, gazing at the scattered torches in the distance, but felt no relief whatsoever.

The wind blew his robes and scattered the stray hairs on his forehead.

"Your Highness, Prince Yong is already on his way back to the capital." Ying Qing appeared quietly behind him and reported in a low voice, "He should arrive within half an hour."

Gu Junze nodded, his eyes firm: "I understand."

He turned around and left Donghua Gate alone.

The moonlight, like water, shone on him, outlining a tall and straight silhouette.

Not far away, Marquis Anyang was slowly approaching with a group of men.

Seeing Gu Junze standing there alone, Marquis Anyang gestured for his men to stop, and then stepped forward himself.

Gu Junze looked at him coldly: "Father, surrender!"

Upon hearing this, Marquis Anyang gave a bitter smile: "Junze, we are father and son, why must we fight each other?"

"Father and son?" Gu Junze sneered. "When have you ever treated me as your son?"

Marquis Anyang sighed, his tone suddenly softening: "Junze, I know I have wronged you over the years, but blood is thicker than water, and you are still my flesh and blood. If you can be of one mind with me today, then half of this country will belong to you in the future."

Gu Junze chuckled; he still wanted to bluff him.

"Even if you succeed in your rebellion today, can you sit securely on this throne?"

Gu Junze stepped forward, his voice firm and resolute: "Can the people and soldiers of the entire Eastern Jin Dynasty submit to us?"

Marquis Anyang laughed, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism: "Great undertakings are built on bloodshed. Ask the man on the dragon throne how many lives he shed to become emperor. Not even his closest relatives were spared!"

"A grand undertaking?" Gu Junze scoffed. "Treason and rebellion, is that what you call a grand undertaking?"

He looked up into the distance, his tone firm: "The Prince of Yong and the Duke of Wei are already on their way back."

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Marquis of Anyang, his tone resolute: "They're not coming back..."

Gu Junze felt a chill run down his spine; the meaning behind Marquis Anyang's words was self-evident.

Since he had transferred Prince Yong and Duke Wei away, he naturally intended to capture them all in one fell swoop.

Suddenly, Marquis Anyang drew his sword from his waist and thrust it at Gu Junze.

Gu Junze was prepared and easily dodged the attack.

"Take him down!" Marquis Anyang roared, and the soldiers behind him immediately rushed forward.

Gu Junze leaped onto the city wall, looking down at Marquis Anyang: "Do you think I'm still the same child who could be slaughtered at will?"

Under the moonlight, his eyes were as cold as knives: "Father, I'll only ask you one question: Mother... have you ever regretted it..."

Upon hearing this, Marquis Anyang's eyes flashed with pain, and he paused slightly.

Gu Junze pressed his advantage: "The peaceful life we ​​enjoy today was bought with the blood and lives my mother risked on the battlefield..."

Marquis Anyang's expression changed several times, but finally hardened in an instant, his eyes filled with boundless hatred: "Attack head-on!"

At his command, the Marquis of Anyang's private army began their attack on the city.

The defenders on the city wall immediately engaged in battle, unleashing a hail of arrows and flashing swords.

Just then, soldiers from the Eastern Camp attacked from both sides, forming a pincer movement against the Marquis of Anyang's private troops.

With Deputy General Shi leading the charge, the battlefield situation was instantly reversed.

The sky was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn, and the sound of hurried hoofbeats could be heard in the distance.

The Prince of Yong and the Duke of Wei finally arrived, only to be ambushed. More than half of their men were killed or wounded, and the rest were also injured.

When the ministers who had rebelled with the Marquis of Anyang saw that things were not going well, they all panicked.

Some people lost their armor and weapons, while others knelt down and begged for mercy; the scene was chaotic.

The shadow guards descended from the sky like a sharp sword reaping lives, quickly taking control of the situation.

Gu Junze stood on the city wall, his gaze passing through the chaotic crowd and landing on a slender figure in the distance.

Chu Ruohan stood not far away, gazing at him from afar.

She was still worried about him, so she risked coming...

"Han'er!" Gu Junze's heart tightened, and he immediately leaped down and ran towards her.

Just then, Marquis Anyang broke free from the soldiers' control, drew a dagger, and stabbed at Gu Junze's back.

"Junze, be careful!" Chu Ruohan exclaimed in alarm.

Gu Junze turned his hand back and precisely grasped the wrist of the Marquis of Anyang who was holding the knife.

His eyes were filled with rage. With a twist of his wrist, the Marquis of Anyang dislocated his wrist with a "crack," and the dagger clattered to the ground.

"You just have to be so stubborn!"

Marquis Anyang cried out in pain as soldiers rushed over and pinned him to the ground.

Gu Junze turned around and looked at the captured Marquis of Anyang, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"It's over," he said softly, walking to Chu Ruohan's side and holding her hand tightly.

Chu Ruohan nodded, tears welling in her eyes: "It's finally over."

The eastern sky gradually brightens, and a new day begins.

Order was gradually restored inside and outside the capital, and the rebellion was completely quelled.

Prince Yong led his battered and bruised entourage into the imperial city, with the Duke of Wei following closely behind.

Looking at the mess on the ground, they felt both relieved and terrified.

Gu Junze brought Chu Ruohan to Prince Yong and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, the rebellion has been quelled, and Marquis Anyang has been captured alive."

Prince Yong nodded in satisfaction: "Well done! I will report this matter to the Emperor truthfully, and your merits will not be overlooked."

Gu Junze shook his head and remained silent; he wasn't after fame or fortune...