Chapter 301 Assassination of Wanyan Ningjie
Wanyan Zongmei walked alone in the vast courtyard, each step was heavy and powerful, as if she was measuring her inner anxiety and expectations.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, reflecting a touch of golden color. Since Wanyan Zonghan usurped the throne, his life has been like the sunset, full of gloom and uneasiness. That
The faces of these relatives who were brutally slaughtered by Wanyan Zonghan often appeared in front of his eyes, becoming his lingering nightmare.
Now, he is eagerly waiting for news from the Song Dynasty court.
This powerful neighbor may be the key to their revenge. As long as the Song Dynasty is willing to support him, he and his brother Wanyan Zongyi will have the opportunity to join forces to regain the throne and avenge their relatives.
At this time, a guard hurriedly ran over and conveyed the summons from the Song Dynasty court.
Wanyan Zongmei's heart tightened, knowing that this was a critical moment for her revenge plan.
He quickly returned to the room and straightened his clothes in front of the bronze mirror to ensure that his image was impeccable.
Then, he hurried to the palace hall.
The ministers stood on both sides, their eyes focused on Wanyan Zongmei, as if assessing his every move.
Wanyan Zongmei took a deep breath and stepped forward, saluting Zhao Yingluo respectfully: "The foreign minister has met Her Royal Highness the Princess."
Zhao Yingluo pondered for a moment and then said, "After careful consideration, the Song Dynasty decided to assist Wanyan Zongyi."
Hearing these words, Wanyan Zongmei felt ecstatic in her heart.
He looked up at Zhao Yingluo, his eyes shining with gratitude.
At this time, Left Prime Minister Lu Yihao stepped forward and explained Song Dynasty's aid plan to him in detail.
Although Wanyan Zongmei was a little disappointed that the Song Dynasty was unwilling to directly send troops, when he saw the solemnity flashing in Lu Yihao's eyes, he understood that the plan was well thought out.
Wanyan Zongmei took a deep breath and tried to calm down her excitement: "On behalf of the Kingdom of Jin, I would like to thank the Song Dynasty for its support! If the emperor can regain the throne, we will definitely maintain peaceful coexistence with the Song Dynasty."
Zhao Yingluo smiled slightly, her eyes revealing an unfathomable wisdom: "Wanyan Zongmei, you have to understand that the reason why the Song Dynasty is willing to support you is because we also hope to see a stable and peaceful Jin Kingdom. After Yan Zongyi regains the throne, we will discuss the relationship between the two countries. "
Wanyan Zongmei nodded to express her understanding: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will convey your wishes to the emperor. We believe that under your rule, the Great Song Dynasty will become more prosperous."
After hearing this, Zhao Yingluo nodded with satisfaction: "That's very good. I hope our future cooperation can bring more peace and prosperity."
Wanyan Zongmei bowed deeply again to express his gratitude and then exited the hall. In the afterglow of the setting sun, his figure looked more determined and confident. He knew that with the support of the Song Dynasty, their road to revenge would be smoother.
When Wanyan Ningjie, the envoy of Emperor Wanyan Zonghan of the Kingdom of Jin, learned that Princess Zhao Yingluo of the Song Dynasty had decided to aid Wanyan Zongyi, the mortal enemy of the Jin Dynasty, the anxiety in his heart burned like a fire.
He knew that this decision was a huge threat to the Kingdom of Jin and that action must be taken as soon as possible.
However, Wanyan Ningjie is not an impulsive person.
He knew that the risk of assassination in Kaifeng City was too high, and if it failed, it would cause a diplomatic turmoil between the Song Dynasty and the Jin Kingdom.
Therefore, he decided to take action outside the city, on Wanyan Zongmei's way back to the capital.
Wanyan Ningjie carefully planned an assassination operation.
He selected a group of assassins who were skilled and mentally tough, and personally led them to ambush Wanyan Zongmei on the road he must pass.
In order to ensure the success of the operation, he also specially drew a detailed map to mark the best assassination locations.
On the day she left Kaifeng City, Wanyan Zongmei was in a good mood.
Wearing gorgeous armor, he rode a tall horse and led a team of fine cavalry, galloping along the official road.
They traveled very fast and soon came to a desolate wilderness.
At the same time, Wanyan Ningjie and the assassins had already laid an ambush in the woods on both sides of the field. They were wearing black cloaks, their faces covered with veils, and their bodies were tense, like arrows ready to go.
When Wanyan Zongmei's team entered the valley, Wanyan Ningjie felt that the time was ripe. He waved his hand suddenly, and the assassins rushed towards Wanyan Zongmei's team like arrows.
Their movements were swift and ruthless, as if a black whirlwind was sweeping over them.
When Wanyan Zongmei heard the movement behind her, she turned around suddenly and was shocked.
He saw a group of men in black approaching quickly, and his heart sank. He hurriedly pulled out the long sword from his waist and shouted loudly for his men to fight.
However, the assassins brought by Wanyan Ningjie were all the best among the best.
Their agility and ruthless moves quickly broke through Wanyan Zongmei's defense.
Wanyan Zongmei was in danger, but he did not give up resistance. He brandished his sword and fought fiercely with the assassins.
The sword light flashed, and the armor collided with each other, making a harsh sound.
Wanyan Zongmei struggled to resist the attacks of the assassins, but his strength gradually depleted and his movements became sluggish.
The assassins took the opportunity to launch a more violent attack, trying to kill Wanyan Zongmei in one fell swoop.
At this critical moment, the sound of rapid horse hooves suddenly came from a distance.
Wanyan Zongmei was secretly happy, knowing that reinforcements had arrived.
Sure enough, after a while, a group of elite cavalry from the Imperial City Division led by Wen Boyuan galloped over.
Wen Boyuan, wearing armor and holding a spear, led the elite cavalry into the battlefield. Their arrival immediately changed the situation of the battle, and the assassins were caught off guard by the elite cavalry of the Imperial City Division.
When Wanyan Ningjie saw this, she couldn't help but be shocked.
He did not expect that the Song Dynasty court would send a convoy to protect Wanyan Zongmei, which disrupted his plan. However, he did not give up the assassination operation.
He waved the long sword in his hand and rushed towards Wanyan Zongmei himself, trying to kill her in one fell swoop.
Wanyan Zongmei's heart tightened when she saw Wanyan Ningjie rushing towards her.
He knew that this was a life-or-death situation and he had to do his best to resist it. He brandished his long sword and had a fierce confrontation with Wanyan Ningjie.
However, Wanyan Zongmei's power is limited after all.
Under Wanyan Ningjie's fierce attack, he gradually felt powerless.
At this moment, Wen Boyuan arrived in time and blocked Wanyan Ningjie's attack.
Wanyan Zongmei took the opportunity to step aside, breathing heavily.
The battlefield at this time has become chaotic. The assassins started a fierce battle with the elites of the Imperial City Division, with both sides going back and forth, refusing to give in to each other.
Wanyan Ningjie saw this and knew that the assassination operation had failed. He brandished his sword and led the assassins to fight and retreat, trying to escape from the battlefield.
However, the elite troops of the Imperial City Division followed closely and pursued him all the way. Wanyan Ningjie and the assassins fought and retreated, and finally lost their trace in a dense forest.
Wen Boyuan ordered people to search for a long time, but could not find any trace of them, so he had to return to Kaifeng City to recover.
Wanyan Zongmei looked at the escort team leaving and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
