(Two readers have guessed the title of this chapter, and then … what else can I do … I can only write it like this. I turned around silently.)
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The official from the Qin Kingdom was a woman. She was in high spirits and her eyes were bright. She had a natural beauty about her.
She was able to drive all the officials of the Qin Kingdom out of the palace with a single word, especially those from Cangzhou. Her status in Xianyang was naturally very high, and she was acquainted with Tong Yan.
This confirmed her identity. Of course, she had never thought of concealing her identity from Jing Jiu. Otherwise, she would not have taken the risk to come here.
Seeing Zhuo Rusui flash out from behind the pillar, Bai Zao tilted his head slightly and asked in confusion, "What are you doing here?"
Zhuo Rusui said listlessly, "I can't do anything now."
Thinking of Zhuo Rusui's words, she vaguely guessed something. She looked at Jing Jiu uncertainly and asked, "Are you waiting for him?"
"Yes," Jing Jiu answered.
Bai Zao was very confused, saying, "He is the Emperor of the Qin Kingdom. Now that the Chu Kingdom is powerless to resist, why would he take the risk to come here?"
Jing Jiu said, "Your Big Brother is a very proud person. He should be very happy to come here and see how I look when I surrender."
Bai Zao shook his head and said, "Being proud doesn't mean that he will get carried away."
Jing Jiu said, "According to my calculation, he may not get carried away, but he will get carried away."
There was obviously a deeper meaning in this statement.
After a moment of silence, Bai Zao asked, "How did you guess?"
Jing Jiu said, "Calculating is not guessing."
Bai Zao looked him in the eyes and said, "But in the end, you still got it wrong."
Beside him, Zhuo Rusui nodded vigorously.
Jing Jiu said, "If you don't come, he will. Of course, this is not absolute."
Bai Zao recalled his quarrel with his Senior Brother in the palace of Xianyang. After a moment of silence, he said, "If he comes, what do you want to do?"
Zhuo Rusui was baffled and said, "Are you going to treat him to a meal? Kill him, of course. "
Bai Zao glanced at him and said, "Are you sure you can kill him?"
"I'm very strong." Zhuo Rusui said, "Moreover, this is not Xianyang. He does not have the three thousand soldiers to protect him. He will die for sure."
He did not mention a certain person, but both he and Bai Zao knew that Jing Jiu was also very strong.
Bai Zao said, "Now that I'm here, you can kill me."
If she were just an unfortunate princess of the previous dynasty, it would be meaningless to kill her. But if she were just an ordinary princess, why would the officials of the Qin Kingdom listen to her?
Jing Jiu had long guessed that the Qin Kingdom's plans in the world must have originated from her and Tong Yan's plans. In recent years, the Qin Kingdom's strategy of invading the south must have been arranged by her. Her status and role in the Qin Kingdom were very important. Therefore, killing her or using her to threaten the White Emperor would be meaningful for the Chu Kingdom.
But he did not say anything, nor did he make a move.
"As I said at the beginning, since it's you who came, it's over."
Zhuo Rusui said angrily, "Although I'm in seclusion on the top of Tianguang Peak, I know the relationship between you. Why would he kill you?"
Whether it was a young lady in a boudoir or a fairy-like Cultivation practitioner, when they heard this kind of talk, they would feel displeased or ashamed.
But Bai Zao was delighted. He secretly gave Zhuo Rusui a thumbs-up to show his appreciation.
Looking at the scallion finger, Zhuo Rusui felt even more helpless. He turned to Jing Jiu and said, "All these years, I've been killing people outside, and you've been in power in the Chu Kingdom. Two against two. It seems very promising. But now your kingdom is going to be destroyed, and I'm getting old here. What should I do next?"
Jing Jiu thought about it and said, "I haven't decided yet."
Zhuo Rusui said, "Now it seems that your plan is wrong. At least there's not enough time to prove it. I have to do it my own way."
Having said that, he turned around and walked out of the hall. The breeze ruffled his empty sleeves and hair, and there were several strands of white hair in them.
Zhuo Rusui's figure disappeared in the morning light. The hall was quiet for a moment.
Bai Zao walked to the front of Jing Jiu and asked while staring into his eyes, "What did he mean by 'plan'?"
"You're so smart that you should be able to guess it," said Jing Jiu.
The people who understood you the most were not your lovers or your enemies, but those who were qualified to be your opponents.
In the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror, the person who had guessed Jing Jiu's plan and had the ability to stop him from carrying it out was Tong Yan.
Back then, Jing Jiu would rather give Cangzhou to the Qin Kingdom to kill Tong Yan, because he wanted to gain more time.
He had fought for ten years, but unfortunately, he didn't succeed.
"Do you intend to break through the Cultivation state here?" Bai Zao exclaimed with an incredulous expression.
Jing Jiu turned around and walked to the back of the hall without saying a word.
Following behind Jing Jiu, Bai Zao said, "It's impossible … Even though you're an unparalleled genius and don't want to follow the normal path, the rules are still the rules."
Jing Jiu still didn't say anything. He came to the bedroom, took off the hair band, sat on the bed, and took out a few pieces of paper.
His black hair spread out like a waterfall, forming a sharp contrast with the snow-like white paper.
Seeing this scene, Bai Zao smiled faintly and sat on the bed, saying, "No matter what you think, I've won."
"Not necessarily," Jing Jiu said calmly while staring at her eyes.
Bai Zao felt his face was a bit hot, but he didn't avert his eyes bravely.
Many years ago, he and Bai Zao met on this bed when they were two or three years old.
Now that they were grown up, this bed became much smaller. They were right in front of each other, and they were indeed very close.
Jing Jiu handed over the paper in his hand and said, "My conditions."
Bai Zao didn't take the paper, but looked at Jing Jiu's face. Suppressing her embarrassment, she said, "It's all up to you."
She wasn't showing off her leniency as a victor, but she knew that Jing Jiu would naturally decide to surrender and wouldn't put forward too harsh conditions.
She explained it to herself in this way.
The Blue Bird on the branch outside the window had already turned its head to look into the distance.
In an inconspicuous storeroom of a trading house, Zhuo Rusui was cutting his hair. He twisted his hair into a very messy and short haircut, and then he began to carefully install an iron arm on himself.
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The peace talk soon ended, because the Qin Kingdom had agreed to most of the conditions of the Chu Kingdom. But since it was a surrender, those conditions were only minor details.
The name of the kingdom would definitely be changed, and the army would definitely be reorganized. The capital of the Chu Kingdom would be changed to the southern part, guarded by the Cangzhou Army.
Jing Of Silla would be conferred the title of King of the South, and he might live in the Royal Palace.
The real benefits for the Chu Kingdom were in taxes, laws, jurisdiction, and so on. In other words, all the benefits belonged to the people.
Given the ruthlessness of the White Emperor, it was not easy for the negotiation to reach such a result. But when the result of the negotiation began to spread in the capital of the Chu Kingdom and beyond, it still caused a great disturbance. It was because the collapse of the kingdom was a humiliation and pain that few people could bear.
Jing Jiu, who was conferred the title of King of Lin Shan, became the symbol of humiliation and was laughed at by the world.
The capital of the Chu Kingdom was filled with cries and curses. All the scholars and talents began to display their talents to their heart's content, writing poems to describe the sorrow of the collapse of the kingdom and their anger at the incompetent and muddle-headed emperor. Perhaps even they themselves didn't realize that there was a certain feeling of relief hidden behind those poems.
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The Flowing Cloud House was the most popular brothel in the capital of the Chu Kingdom, and Miss Ye Yun was the most popular girl in the Flowing Cloud House.
Those who could let her stay with them must be the richest or the most powerful playboys.
Tonight, she was accompanying the Young Prince of the Prince Cheng's Mansion.
The Young Prince drank a lot of wine, and in his drunkenness, he commented on the affairs of the court for half the night. He spent 80% of his time criticizing the Emperor for being muddle-headed and incompetent, and for handing over the great state left by his ancestors to others.
In the past, even though the Emperor had always been known as an idiot and lived in seclusion in the palace, no one dared to criticize him like this. But the situation was different now. Everyone knew that the Chu Kingdom was about to collapse, and the Emperor would probably live only a few years. No one would care about these trivial things.
Before the Young Prince passed out, he didn't forget to mention the relationship between his family and the Jing Of Silla.
The princes and nobles in the capital were all relatives of the Jing Of Silla. But according to the Young Prince's proud statement, his father, the Prince Cheng, was a good brother of the Jing Of Silla, and they were very close friends. Even after the Jing Of Silla betrayed the Qin Kingdom, they didn't cut off contact. In the future, there would definitely be a place for him in the new Qin Kingdom …
Miss Ye Yun looked at the sleeping Young Prince in silence for a long time. Suddenly, she took out a small knife and cut his neck.
Then, she took out a writing brush, dipped it in his blood, and wrote a short poem.
That poem described the pain of the subjugation of the country and her hatred for the civil and military officials in the Imperial Court and the Emperor of Chu.
One of the lines in the poem was: "Not a single man."
The Young Prince was killed by a prostitute. Even when the country was destroyed and the world turned upside down, it was still a major event that shook the capital.
Miss Ye Yun was imprisoned. Even if that poem, especially that line, quickly spread in the capital, she couldn't escape the fate of being executed by a thousand cuts.
At this moment, a eunuch quietly entered the prison and brought her out.
The eunuch took her in a carriage and left the capital overnight. After traveling for several days and nights, they arrived outside the West Barracks and joined the Zhao army.
The carriage was sent directly to the Central Military Tent.
Wearing a black cloak, Eunuch He Zhan walked to the front of the carriage and lifted the curtain. Looking at the prostitute with a pale face and picturesque eyebrows, he frowned and said nothing.
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These were all trivial matters. The subjugation of the Chu Kingdom was a major event.
Jing Jiu was originally a famous idiot emperor. Now, he had confirmed his identity as a fatuous emperor. Of course, he couldn't get rid of the title of the subjugation of the country.
The people of Chu were good at writing. Suddenly, countless poems and songs appeared to denounce him. The words in those poems were marvelous and impassioned. Even the distant Education Palace of the Qi Kingdom had written a few poems denouncing his wrongdoings and alluding to what had happened to Zhao.
Surprisingly, Mister Yun Qi didn't think so. On the contrary, he gave the Emperor of Chu a high evaluation; it could even be said that he praised him highly.
The delegation of the Qin Kingdom had returned to Xianyang in secret.
Dozens of days later, accompanied by the autumn rain, Jing Jiu Silla led the army of the Qin Kingdom to the outside of the capital of the Chu Kingdom, ready to take over the government officially.
It was then that the people outside the capital suddenly found a band of black smoke rising up in the city, which should be in the direction of the Royal Palace.
The Grand Scholar Zhou passed out after seeing the black smoke in front of his eyes.
Jing Jiu Silla narrowed his eyes, reflecting on something.
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