"Stop the rebellion in Cangzhou at all costs, dead or alive!"
The court was silent. All the civil and military officials lowered their heads in silence. Only the Martial Emperor's angry voice echoed.
It wasn't until the court was over and the officials walked out of the main hall and the palace gates that the oppressive atmosphere showed signs of dissipating.
An official caught up with a general in front and asked in a low voice, "General Cheng, what's going on? Didn't King Jing die a long time ago? What's going on with the rebellion in Cangzhou?"
"If you have any questions, you can ask His Majesty personally. I still have important matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first." The general cupped his hands casually and strode away.
The official looked at his back and shook his head helplessly.
Princess Duan Rong and King Jing had always been thorns in His Majesty's heart. Other than confidants like General Cheng, who dared to mention them in front of His Majesty?
No matter how many people in the Wu Kingdom rebelled and proclaimed themselves as kings, they were still rebels. However, Princess Duan Rong and King Jing were different. They were of the same origin as His Majesty and were both legitimate members of the Wu Kingdom. Justice stood on their side.
His Majesty was afraid.
After two years, Princess Duan Rong had made a comeback. Cangzhou was suddenly seized, and Prime Minister Wang had personally written the surrender document, which revealed almost all his evil deeds to the public. The document had even reached the imperial capital. Before long, all the people in the Wu Kingdom would know that their Emperor had killed his brother and father and slaughtered his entire clan. He was heartless and could not be tolerated by the heavens. He would be punished by both humans and gods …
His Majesty no longer pretended to be close to his brother and was secretive like before. In front of all the civil and military officials, he gave the order to stop at all costs, dead or alive …
He wanted to use power and force to shut everyone's mouths …
Among the officials who dispersed, some looked calm, some looked confused, and some looked worried.
In the rear hall of the palace, the Martial Emperor stood in the hall and looked at a eunuch. He said, "Add Yang Fu's reward to her as well. In addition, add another 100,000 taels of silver. Tell those so-called chivalrous martial artists that anyone who can take Princess Duan Rong's head will be rewarded 300,000 taels of silver!"
The eunuch bowed and said, "Yes, Your Majesty!"
"Great Ancestor!"
"Great Ancestor, Great Ancestor, you can't go in!"
Boom!
Suddenly, a chaotic sound came from outside the hall, and then the hall door shattered with a loud bang.
"Yang Ze, I shouldn't have let you live in this world from the very beginning!" The old man with white hair and beard walked in from outside. He looked at the Martial Monarch and spoke with a cold and murderous voice.
"Imperial Uncle." The Martial Emperor looked at him, smiled, and said, "Of the men of the Yang Dynasty, only you and I are left. What does it matter if another insignificant woman dies?"
"Since that's the case, this old man will send you to see your father and brother!"
A voice that sounded like tearing silk came from within the hall. The white-haired old man disappeared from where he stood, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the Martial Emperor. He formed a claw with his fingers and fiercely grabbed at the Martial Emperor's throat!
His speed was extremely fast, and the eunuch beside the Martial Emperor was sent flying. The Martial Emperor felt as if he had been locked onto by a powerful aura, and a burning pain came from his throat.
Death had never been so close to him. A trace of fear appeared in his eyes, as well as a trace of anxiety.
Bang!
After a muffled sound, the Martial Emperor took a few steps back and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
A silhouette appeared where he had been standing a moment ago.
It was an old woman with a head full of white hair, but there were not many wrinkles on her face. She reached out a hand and grabbed the white-haired old man's wrist.
When the Martial Emperor saw that the old man was stopped, he panted and laughed at the same time. His laughter grew louder and louder, "Imperial, Imperial Uncle … Aren't you a master? Aren't you invincible? Kill me, I'm right here, come over …"
The old man's expression finally changed when his wrist was grabbed.
Grandmaster, this old woman was also a Grandmaster!
He looked at her and asked with a frown, "Who are you? Why are you interfering in the affairs of the Imperial Family?"
The old woman's expression was calm. She let go of his hand and said calmly, "He still owes me one thing. You can't kill him."
The old man's expression became calm. He did not know where Yang Ze had found this master, nor did he want to know. He looked at her and said, "If that's the case, then let's see if you have the ability to do so!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body flickered and went straight for the Martial Emperor behind the old woman.
Bang!
Another muffled sound came from within the hall. The old woman's figure was even faster than him. She appeared in front of the Martial Emperor and blocked his path once again.
The smile on the Martial Emperor's face became even wider, and he said mockingly, "Imperial Uncle, if you don't hurry over, I'm afraid you can only collect the corpse of your most beloved Princess Duanrong …"
The white-haired old man stood where he was, but he no longer attacked. Instead, he looked at the old woman with a bewildered and uncertain gaze and asked, "Pursuing Shadow … Who are you to Xu Tian?"
"You know Xu Tian?" The old woman's expression changed for the first time. Her voice suddenly rose, and it even sounded a little sharp.
"This Pursuing Shadow movement technique was created by that old man when he was young, and it was also the thing that he was most proud of. He often bragged about it, and he treated it like a treasure. Back then, he didn't even teach this movement technique to me …" The white-haired old man looked at him and said in a slightly slow tone, "He actually passed this movement technique to you. Could it be that you're … a disciple that he took later on?"
The old woman didn't answer him. After the initial excitement, her emotions had already calmed down, and she asked, "Are you very familiar with Xu Tian?"
The white-haired old man said, "When we were young, we could be considered to be close friends …"
The old woman's gaze was blank as she muttered, "Close friends?"
"Back then, the two of us were only a step away from becoming a Grandmaster. We made a bet on who would be the first to break through that barrier …" When the white-haired old man recalled the past, he didn't notice the resentment and jealousy in the old woman's voice at all …
He was still talking non-stop, "Back then, my cultivation level was even higher than his. He was indignant in his heart, and in order to win against me, he cut off all distracting thoughts, abandoned everything, and went into closed-door training for several years …"
The old woman closed her eyes and muttered, "In order to win against you, he cut off all distracting thoughts, abandoned everything, and went into closed-door training for several years …"
She deliberately emphasized the words' cut off 'and' abandon '.
The old man nodded, and then asked doubtfully, "Since you're his disciple, did he never mention me to you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed. He raised an arm, clenched his other hand into a fist, and suddenly punched forward!
Bang!
His body flew backward, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He glared angrily at the old woman, who also spat out blood, and said angrily, "Are you crazy?!"
The old woman didn't speak, and what responded to him was an attack that was even fiercer than before.
"Crazy woman, crazy woman!"
"Stop, if this goes on, both of us will only suffer!"
"Stop, I know Xu Tian, I know Xu Tian …"
…
Ever since he arrived at the Wu Kingdom, Xu was often in a daze, as if he was immersed in some kind of memory. He didn't say anything, and Li Yi was too embarrassed to ask.
He had been sitting there alone for a long time, and the meat on the drumstick had been eaten clean by him. Even the bones were full of teeth marks.
A black dog had been squatting not far away from him since he took the drumstick. The dog's eyes were wide open, and it looked at him without blinking. The dog's eyes were originally full of hope, but now they were close to despair …
When Fang walked in from outside, Li Yi finally couldn't help but say, "Go to the kitchen and tell them to add another drumstick for Xu later …"
"I'll add the drumstick later." Fang shook his head and handed a letter to Li Yi, saying, "Young master, you should take a look at this first …"
Li Yi opened the letter, and after reading it, he shook his head slightly.
Three hundred thousand taels of silver to buy the life of his beloved martial nephew. This was the most stingy emperor he had ever seen.
Miss.Liu's disciple, his martial nephew of the Gyeong Of Silla, was only worth three hundred thousand taels of silver?
He thought for a moment, looked at Fang, and said, "Inform Lü Luo to send out hero posters, offering a reward of one million taels of silver for the head of the emperor of the Wu Kingdom, and ten divine weapons that could cut through hair as if they were mud. They are accepting custom orders, and free shipping is included. In addition, ten thousand points on the Hero Ranking List will be rewarded. You can also customize a novel with the theme of martial arts heroes based on the hero himself, and the novel will be spread in the brothel …"
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