So in this case, Empress Dong wanted Dong to come back to support her and pull her, which was indeed too much.
Even when it was time for a complete showdown, He Jin would not give Empress Dong's aunt and nephew a chance to breathe.
Appeasement and benevolence to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, so on the battlefield, so on the mall, so on politics, this battlefield without smoke of gunfire is even more so, and the history of today's kings and tomorrow's prisoners is endless.
He Jin's brothers and sisters deposed Empress Dowager Dong with the fate of the Son of Heaven, pulled her down from the peak of power, removed her from the center of power, and then began to bury her last thought, that is, to kill the "Hussar General" Dong Zhong, who had no real name and no authority.
He Jin sent the Yulin army to surround the Hun General's Mansion overnight, in a word, handing over the seal symbolizing the power of the Hun General.
The situation has suddenly changed, the situation has taken a sharp turn, and Dong Zhong, whether in strength or psychologically, simply does not have the ability to cope with and defuse this crisis and strike.
Looking at the imperial forest army outside the palace like a wolf like a tiger, bright as the torches of the day, the roar of the boiling, the sound of iron hooves, the impact of armor and weapons like a tidal wave impacting his eardrums and heart, the Hussar General's Mansion was like a lonely boat bumping in the flood waves, which would be overturned and engulfed at any time.
Dong Zhong's psychological defense line, which grew up in the hands of the woman in the deep palace, completely collapsed.
He knows it's all over!
His aunt's empress dowager's honor, his position as a hussar general, was so vulnerable in the face of iron and blood strength that he could not save his political and physical life...
With a long sigh, he bid farewell to his wife and children, and hung himself on the beam with a white silk, his swaying body like a decaying dead leaf in the midst of the chaos.
He became a victim of two women scolding the street, something he had never expected in any way.
Knowing that Dong Zhong was dead, Empress Dong fell into a deep despair.
The two cards in her hand that could confront and call out to Empress He, Dong Zhong,This one was thus destroyed by her, and the other one, the second son of the Han Ling Emperor, her grandson, Liu Xie, the King of ChenLiu, had not even grown up at this time, let alone in power, and survival without her protection was a problem, so at this time she could not count on it at all.
She was desperate, but not reconciled, she looked at the harem that she had dominated for decades, which once carried all her glory and hope, and her heart was a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis.
However, no matter how much reluctance and unwillingness, this palace no longer belonged to her, and she no longer belonged to this palace.
She didn't know where her destination would be, but He Jin's brothers and sisters had already set her up.
Under their repeated persecution and urging, she had to dress up and go back to the hometown of Hejian where she had been away for decades, alone.
Although the next few years were difficult loneliness and endless loneliness waiting for her, after all, she could still fall leaves and return to the roots, thinking of this, the sourness of the stomach gushed into a comforting silence.
But the harsh reality once again inexorably proved that she had thought too much, and that she was still very naïve and simple, and that she was very incompatible with her age, experience and status.
River Station.
Under the dim oil lamp, Empress Dong's black hair was nearly gray, and she trembled slightly under the lamp, along with her hands and the poisonous wine in her hands.
Two lines of tears of remorse slipped from the cheeks and dripped into the wine.
Under the sinister gaze of the messenger, the glory of the past swept through his mind.
She closed her eyes, looked up, and drank the poisonous wine out of the cup.
I don't know when the wind started, a gust of wind blew in from the window ledge, and the sound of the flutter extinguished the dim and weak candle flames, leaving only a wisp of light smoke winding in the night fog and the cold moonlight of the whole house...
to be continued