It was common to assassinate the emperor, and it wasn't uncommon for a subordinate to kill the emperor and then help his master ascend the throne.
Many people wore the yellow robe to protect their honor, and some of them were forced to do so.
The Grand Secretary Zhang didn't know about the assassination, and neither did the Emperor. But many people knew about it in advance.
The guards in the Royal Palace were all the subordinates of the Grand Scholar. Though they didn't receive the direct order, they knew where the assassin hiding in the cart came from, so they kept silent. Those eunuchs who had heard the news trembled in their beds, not daring to look out of the window. The whole Royal Palace was in an eerie silence.
The Grand Secretary Zhang got up and washed himself. He put on his official robe with the help of his wife, ready to attend the court meeting. But he found that one of his sons was missing.
"Where's your big brother?" he asked with furrowed brows.
The sons of the Zhang family eyed each other and said nervously, "Big brother met some friends last night. It seems that he drank too much, so he stayed outside and hasn't come back yet."
The Grand Secretary Zhang was a bit angry, but he didn't think too much about it. He didn't feel the atmosphere in the Royal Palace that day was a bit strange until he got into the sedan.
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The Eldest Young Master Zhang didn't drink wine, nor did he stay with a prostitute. He sat in a room in the deep end of a large mansion in the capital.
The morning sunlight was dim, and the room was dark behind the paper window. It was hard to see people's faces, and only a dozen breathing sounds could be heard.
The people in this room were the young officials of the Imperial court, who followed the Grand Scholar's lead.
The Eldest Young Master Zhang wasn't qualified to sit in the first position, no matter in terms of seniority or official position. But the people in the room had no objection, and they behaved more respectfully than usual.
After the assassination, the Eldest Young Master would be the Crown Prince.
He could sit on the throne, not to mention the first position.
There was no news for a long time. The atmosphere in the room became even more depressing, as if they were sitting on pins and needles.
Finally, someone couldn't sit still anymore. He got up and walked to the window, saying anxiously, "Even if the assassin failed, what about those guards?"
In many mansions in the capital of the Chu Kingdom, the officials who had received the news were all in a nervous mood. Some officials claimed that they were sick and didn't attend the court meeting, while some, like the Minister of Rites, rushed to the Royal Palace and waited with a flushed face.
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The morning light moved from the floor of the Imperial Palace to the windows, passing through and illuminating the carved floor of the hall, reflecting the ripples of light like water.
The sun had risen.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and had the same question as the other officials: Why isn't he here yet?
To him, the Imperial Palace was a great place for cultivation. It was no different from Aoyama. He did not want to leave, but it seemed that as he grew older, there would only be more and more troubles. He was ready to leave.
He had already confirmed the location of the mountain and was prepared to fake his death and hide his identity to become a savage in the mountain. Who knew that the assassin would never appear?
Suddenly, a few muffled sounds came from outside the hall, followed by footsteps, shouts, and the sound of weapons rubbing against each other. They were getting closer and closer.
How did a secret assassination turn into such an intense battle? Jing Jiu was a little surprised. He stood up and walked out of the hall.
Pushing open the door, the sunlight was a little dazzling. He squinted his eyes.
The palace gate was half-closed, and the corpses of several assassins were piled there.
There were even more corpses inside the palace walls. Other than the assassins in plain clothes, there were also a dozen guards. Blood flowed everywhere, giving off a faint smell of blood.
Among the corpses and blood stood a dark and skinny young man.
The young man had suffered many injuries. His body was covered in blood, and the wounds on his arms were so deep that his bones could be seen. However, his hands that held the hilt of his sword were still as steady as ever.
The palace gate was finally forced open by the guards outside. The corpses of the assassins were sent flying.
Dozens of guards shouted to protect the Emperor as they swarmed in, surrounding the dark and skinny young man in the middle.
Some of the guards tried to get in front of Jing Jiu, but they were stopped by a flash of sword.
The flash of sword came from the hand of the dark and skinny young man.
A bloody battle was about to break out. No matter how fierce the dark and skinny young man was, he could only end up dead or captured.
"This is not what you should do."
Jing Jiu's voice echoed outside the hall, passing through the corpses of the assassins and guards, bringing with it the smell of blood.
He walked down the stone steps and came to the side of the dark and skinny young man. Looking at the guards, he said, "He is my personal guard. Do you want to kill him?"
Hearing this, the guards were very surprised. Some of them secretly exchanged glances, but in the end, they didn't dare to do anything.
At this time, the Imperial Army finally arrived outside the hall and surrounded it tightly. The Commander of the Imperial Army was the most trusted general of Grand Secretary Zhang. At this time, his face was as unsightly as if his mother had just died. He immediately tied up all the guards and knelt in front of Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu ignored him and returned to the hall with the dark and skinny young man.
The Commander of the Imperial Army was somewhat pale. He ordered his subordinates to carry the corpses out and wash the ground with clean water. Then he slowly closed the palace gate.
In the early hours of the morning, Jing Jiu had driven all the eunuchs and palace maids out. There was no one in the hall, and it seemed very empty and cold.
Jing Jiu found some ointment in the living quarters of the palace maids in the back of the hall and handed it to the dark and skinny young man, motioning for him to sit down.
The dark and skinny young man should be the disciple of the No-Mercy Sect, but he had changed his appearance when he entered the Illusionary Realm, looking a bit different.
Yet, Jing Jiu was more familiar with this face, especially the straightforward and persistent expression in his eyes, which was hard to forget.
The dark and skinny young man took off his outer garment, which had been cut into strips by the sabers and swords, and started dressing his wounds. He didn't speak a word during the whole process.
Jing Jiu looked out of the window and met the eyes of the Blue Bird on the tree branch.
The Blue Bird flew away noiselessly. He might have gone to the Royal Palace of Zhao Zhao, or the Manor of the Governor of North Sea. No matter how far the world was, it would only take a moment for him to get there.
Jing Jiu asked, "Why did you go to the Longevity Mountain from the Guocheng Temple? Even if you left, shouldn't you go to Yimaozhai? Hasn't Zen Master already written a letter to you? "
It was rare for Jing Jiu, who had an indifferent temperament, to ask three questions in a row.
These three questions also revealed another surprising fact: this dark and skinny young man was actually Liu Shisui.
Liu Shisui cultivated the Buddhism in the Guocheng Temple; why did he participate in the Dao Competition as a disciple of the No-Mercy Sect?
"The Immortal Sect Master guessed that my Young Master would participate in the Dao Competition, so he asked me to come here as a disciple of the No-Mercy Sect to help you."
Since it was related to Yimaozhai, Liu Shisui was hesitant and didn't explain it to Jing Jiu. He only told him the reason why he came here.
As someone who regarded Jing Jiu as a master and a father, it was a rare thing for Jing Jiu to do.
Jing Jiu understood what was on Liu Ci's mind.
As the Sect Master of Aoyama, Liu Ci of course knew that Liu Shisui had left the Sword Jail on the peak of Shangde Peak a long time ago, and he even knew that Liu Shisui was in the Guocheng Temple.
Jing Jiu had never thought of concealing this from Liu Ci, and it would be hard for him to do so given his current Cultivation state.
Liu Ci wanted to help Jing Jiu snatch the Fairy Book from the hands of Zhongzhou School, so he had to prepare a helper for him.
Zhuo Rusui was too eye-catching, so he thought of Liu Shisui in the distant Guocheng Temple.
If the Blue Bird were still on the tree branch outside the window and spread what Liu Shisui had said to the outside world, it would cause an uproar and shock.
Everybody thought that Zhongzhou School had the absolute advantage in this Dao Competition, because four of their disciples had entered the illusionary realm.
Unexpectedly, the Aoyama Sect had sent three disciples here without a sound. Not to mention Jing Jiu, who represented Shui Yue Nunnery, in the competition, Liu Shisui, was also a hidden pawn.
In this case, the Immortal Liu's visit to the Cloud-Dream Mountain was not as simple as showing his goodwill; it was more likely that he had come here to guard the Dao Competition for the victory!
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Jing Jiu asked, "How is the real Qi in your body now?"
Liu Shisui said, "It was a little unstable a few years ago, but the Immortal Sect Master taught me a magic method to suppress it for the time being."
Jing Jiu said, "I still have to go to Yimaozhai after I get out of here. It can't be suppressed for long, so I have to find a way to solve it."
Liu Shisui was reluctant to go to Yimaozhai, but since his Young Master had said so, he had no choice but to agree.
Jing Jiu was still worried that Liu Shisui had lied in order to stay in the illusionary realm to protect himself, so he stretched out a finger and pointed at the center of Liu Shisui's eyebrows.
Liu Shisui didn't dare to dodge, so he sat up straight and stopped dressing his wound.
A crisp bell came from the distant void, and only Jing Jiu could hear it. It didn't take long for him to withdraw his finger, frowning slightly.
Liu Shisui knew that his Young Master's expression meant something serious had happened, so he couldn't help but feel nervous, asking, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Jing Jiu sensed a mark in the deep part of Liu Shisui's body.
They were in the illusionary realm, and their bodies were all spiritual souls. Who could leave a mark on Liu Shisui's spiritual soul without being discovered by him?
Liu Shisui's Bloody Demon Method had reached a very high Cultivation state, so the regular Cultivation practitioners couldn't do it.
Soon, Jing Jiu realized that this should be the work of the spirit of the Green Sky Mirror. He waved his hand to erase the mark without saying anything to Liu Shisui. After the death of the King Of The Underworld, Jing Jiu was the one who had the best knowledge and control of the spiritual souls in heaven and earth and in the illusionary realm. Even his Big Brother was inferior to him, to say nothing of a mirror spirit.
It was then that the Blue Bird flew back to the Royal Palace of the Chu Kingdom and landed on a tree branch.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything. Liu Shisui fell silent as well, continuing to bandage the wounds on his body with his head lowered.
Looking at the thin and dark youth with wounds all over his body, the Blue Bird felt puzzled, wondering why the mark he had left on this remnant of the Bloody Demon Church had disappeared.
The news of the assassination of the Emperor would spread quickly, no matter how hard they tried to conceal it.
The atmosphere in the court meeting became exceedingly tense and depressing. The Grand Secretary Zhang had a gloomy expression on his face. He glanced at his subordinates, as if there were hidden thunders in his eyes that were about to explode. In the end, he didn't say anything. He entered the Royal Palace as quickly as he could and came to the front of the grand hall, asking to see the Emperor earnestly.
The gate of the palace opened slowly.
Looking at the thin and dark youth, the Grand Secretary Zhang thought of what the commander of the royal army said, feeling puzzled, wondering when the Emperor had established contact with the Cultivation practitioners outside the palace.
The corpses of the assassins and the guards had been carried away, and the ground had been washed a few times with clean water; but the faint smell of blood still lingered.
The black flies that came out of nowhere were humming cheerfully in the air.
Smelling the faint smell of blood and thinking of the dangers here, the Grand Scholar's face grew even more unsightly.
As he arrived in the grand hall and saw the young emperor leaning against the bed, the Grand Scholar strode forward slowly and knelt down on the ground with a solemn expression on his face.
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