Everyone knew that the previous dynasty's Prime Minister Huangfu threatened the young lord, took control of the court, and attempted to usurp the throne.
Now, a meteorite had fallen from the sky, and the words "The Emperor will not be passed on for one generation, Huangfu will replace him" were left on the meteorite. What did this imply?
This was hinting at Prime Minister Huangfu's unwillingness to give up, and now that he had made a comeback, he wanted to take revenge on the masses.
Wei Ci's date of birth and eight characters were exactly the same as the late prime minister's, there was not the slightest difference.
Who wouldn't suspect such a coincidence?
Ancient people were superstitious. They liked to use myths to explain things that they could not understand.
They didn't know what the world beyond Earth was like, so they imagined the "Heavenly Palace" and the omnipotent "Immortals".
The meteorite was a treasure thrown down from the Heavenly Palace by the immortals, so the words on it were naturally left behind by the immortals.
It was a warning from the heavens, hinting that Wei Ci was the reincarnation of the previous dynasty's treacherous prime minister.
In the future, this person's power would overturn the court and the commoners. He would plot to usurp the throne and threaten the empire!
If it had been another emperor, Wei Ci would have died without a doubt. His family and relatives would have to bleed and be buried with him. To the Emperor, who dared to covet the Dragon Throne? Even if it was his own father, mother, wife, or child, he would kill anyone who dared to reach out his hand, let alone an official who was in his ascension period.
Emperors since ancient times, no matter if they were wise, ordinary, or muddleheaded, they were all filled with a common characteristic.
Paranoid!
No emperor could tolerate others coveting his or her throne and power.
At that time, there were snowflakes of memorials pouring into the Imperial Palace every day, piling up the Emperor's desk.
The entire court was shaken.
The immense pressure made Wei Ci breathless. He even thought of committing suicide to preserve his chastity.
However, what made Wei Ci smile bitterly was that everyone in his residence was a trusted bodyguard sent by His Majesty. His every move was under the watchful eyes of these people. Even when he went to the toilet, there were several people guarding outside. He would call out every once in a while, and if there was no response, he would force his way in.
"Everyone in the court is against it. Your Majesty, you shouldn't be so stubborn … Your Majesty, please … return me my freedom …"
Wei Ci had never thought of usurping the throne, but everyone unanimously believed that he would do so in the future, so they had to nip the hidden danger in the bud.
He couldn't withstand the external pressure.
Rather than letting His Majesty order him to commit suicide, it was better to let him decide his own life and death.
Wei Ci could not decide the time of his birth, but at least he could decide the time of his death.
Her small request was mercilessly rejected.
His Majesty looked at him coldly and said two words after a long while.
[Wait for it.]
After waiting for a while, Wei Ci avoided several assassination attempts, and Jiang Chao welcomed the first purge.
The meteorite that fell from the sky was fake, and the words on it were also fake. This incident was a trap set up by someone with ulterior motives.
Conspiring to murder a loyal person might not warrant death, but using false orders from the heavens was an unforgivable crime that would implicate the entire family.
His Majesty found out a few families that were involved, confiscated their properties, and demoted them to commoners.
Both Wei Ci and His Majesty knew very well that the few families that she had confiscated were just abandoned pawns thrown out by others to help her vent her anger.
Since the meteorite was fake, the instructions on it were naturally fake as well.
Wei Ci wanted to wash away the stain on him. He could be spared the death penalty, but he could not escape punishment. His salary was forfeited and he was demoted.
After this incident, Wei Ci slowly faded away from the center of power. He took the initiative to ask for a position similar to retirement and no longer had any real power.
Although it was a trap, the meteorite that fell from the sky still left a deep psychological shadow on him.
He had slowly forgotten about it, but Wu Liba's curses evoked memories of the past.
Jiang Pengji, who was sitting at the head of the table, curled her lips and said disdainfully, "If the curse was so effective, would you still be a prisoner?"
She mocked him rudely. Wu Liba's expression could no longer be seen.
Jiang Pengji added insult to injury, "Why would we still need to lead troops to war? Wouldn't it be fine if we just set up a sacrificial altar in front of the two armies and compete to see who can speak more viciously?"
Everyone in the tent could not help but laugh. Only a few people glanced at Wei Ci and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
If the lord had grown suspicious, Wei Ci would be the first to suffer.
Looking at it now, the lord was open-minded and was not afraid of Wu Liba trying to sow discord.
"Although you and I are enemies, I respect you as a man, so I won't humiliate you." Jiang Pengji yawned in boredom. She got up from her seat and casually pulled out a magnificent machete from her waist. She threw it in front of Wu Liba. "End your own life."
How could dying in the hands of the enemy be more glorious than committing suicide?
At least he could preserve his last shred of dignity.
Wu Liba was confused by Jiang Pengji's reaction. He stared at her with a complicated look in his eyes.
"Really?"
"Of course," Jiang Pengji said, "But I can't guarantee that I won't do anything to your corpse."
The look in Wu Liba's eyes changed. There was desolation and helplessness in them.
"The heavens want the North borderline to perish … But Liu Xi … Don't be too complacent. Sooner or later, you'll follow in my footsteps."
Wu Liba spoke word by word. He shook his shoulders and broke free from the shackles of the soldiers on his left and right. He picked up the machete on the ground.
"My lord … I'll take my leave first …"
After he finished speaking, Wu Liba used his right hand, which could still move, to hold the hilt of the machete. He pulled it out shakily. His eyes were filled with tears.
He did not know where the strength came from, but he stabbed the blade of the machete into the left side of his chest, straight into his beating heart.
His eyes were protruding. His frozen expression was ferocious and heroic, as if there were thousands of words that he had yet to say.
After a while, he breathed his last breath unwillingly. His sturdy body fell forward, making a dull sound.
"Drag it out. When the weather clears up, hang it in front of the main camp gate." Jiang Pengji lowered her eyes coldly and looked at the corpse by her feet. She said without a trace of emotion, "When the flood recedes, reorganize the three armies, clear the tribes of the North borderline along the Yi River, and pursue the remaining soldiers of the North borderline …"
"Yes."
Everyone retreated. Feng Zhen and the others had solemn expressions on their faces.
It was a good thing that Wu Liba was dead, but he had spoken without thinking, which was really infuriating.
Looking at Wu Liba's corpse being hung outside the camp, they heaved a sigh of relief.
Feng Zhen grumbled, "… If he's dead, then so be it. He's causing trouble for others even after he's dead …"
Qiguan Rang said, "My lord is not an ordinary person. She knows very well. As long as she doesn't go overboard, nothing will happen. "
Although Wu Liba was detestable, he had exposed that layer of window paper in advance. The lord would also think more about it and be more thorough in her actions.
Rather than being caught unprepared in the future, it was better to consider everything now.
Feng Zhen said, "I hope so …"
The frightening flood slowly receded, revealing a scene that looked like hell on earth. The corpses were chilling to look at.
Jiang Pengji ordered the soldiers to deal with the corpses. The rest of the living were all captured as captives. Along the way, she cleaned up the valuables of the various tribes.
The scope of the flood disaster was too wide, and the number of casualties was even more shocking. It directly crippled the tribes of all sizes along the Yi River.
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