Perhaps, you think you are different from them. But in My view, they deceive the ignorant populace, while you deceive kings and ministers! The only difference is the target, but the deceit remains. Sometimes, you even deceive yourself to the point where you firmly believe it. I am deeply disappointed. Qian State also disappoints Me! It seems Qian State truly has no one left, to think of relying on a street charlatan to accomplish its goals! I do not wish for your death. I hope you will live on. I want you to see with your own eyes—the Yan whose Dragon Vein you cut, whose blessings you severed—how its iron cavalry will trample the Huahua Jiangshan of your Qian!
Master Zang’s form and spirit were annihilated at this moment. Before his annihilation, he reached out his hand, trying to point at the Yan Emperor, but failed to do so.
「Inside the straw hut,」
The aura suddenly dispersed.
Baili Sword turned back with a puzzled look and murmured, "Is it over?"
Wei Zhonghe adjusted his sleeves. As a Qi cultivator, he had naturally sensed that the foremost Qi cultivator of the era within the hut was already like an oil lamp running dry.
Wei Zhonghe bowed to Baili Sword and said, "Mr. Baili, the palace of Yan is always ready to receive your esteemed visit. The Yan cavalry is also always ready to welcome your esteemed presence."
Baili Sword’s gaze focused, his sword intent flaring instantly!
Wei Zhonghe scoffed, and between his sleeves, streaks of power flowed like bolts of silk!
"I truly didn’t expect it. It’s always said that Yan people are arrogant, but I never thought the eunuchs in Yan’s imperial palace would be this haughty!"
Wei Zhonghe’s lips curved into a grin as he said, "Mr. Baili, in your eyes, this world is merely the street."
Baili Sword frowned slightly.
Wei Zhonghe continued, "But when facing a war between states, the street is nothing more than a fart." For more chapters visıt novel✶fire.net
Wei Zhonghe took two steps back and said, "Mr. Baili, you should take Master Zang’s dying body back first. Perhaps he can still take one last look at his mountain gate.
Of course, Mr. Baili, you don’t have to enter the palace, nor wield your sword to stop my Yan cavalry. However, Mr. Baili, if you dare to indiscriminately kill innocents within Yan territory, for each Yan person you kill, our Yan cavalry will kill ten Qian people!
You kill a hundred Yan people, my Yan cavalry will kill a thousand Qian people!
After saying this, Wei Zhonghe turned around, flicked his sleeves, and left.
「Inside Qiming Hall,」
The Yan Emperor resumed his seat on his palanquin, his figure somewhat languid, as if everything that had just transpired was merely an extra game of chess played during a break from reviewing memorials.
Xue Yi remained in Qiming Hall, prostrating himself once more.
Most people only knew that the late emperor had indulged in luxury and extravagance. But Xue Yi had once been drinking tea with the late emperor when he heard him say it with his own mouth. The late emperor had said that the greatest achievement of his life was to have fought for and won this imperial throne, and then to pass it on to this son of his. He had said that he knew he himself possessed no great ability, nor any grand talent or strategy, so he might as well indulge a little, enjoy himself a little, and act a bit recklessly. Firstly, when he was a prince, he had to live every day in fear and trepidation. After becoming emperor, if he didn’t live some good days, he’d always feel this life had been a waste. Secondly, if he acted a bit recklessly, it would also make it easier for his son to set things right after succeeding to the throne, allowing his son’s reputation to be established instantly. The late emperor had also said that he actually hadn’t lived enough, but he was afraid that if he sat on the throne for too long, he would delay this son of his. Therefore, even though he knew the elixirs concocted by those alchemists were poisonous, he persisted in taking them. The late emperor had said that using this method to die a little sooner was much better than trying to die some other way. If he died by some other means, and the historical records were unclear, it might even cause his son to bear a bad name.
Tears streamed down Xue Yi’s aged face.
The Yan Emperor, sitting on the palanquin, said, "Uncle Xue, you must continue to live. I don’t care about any Dragon Vein, but Jin State and Chu State might. If those two states try to make any unusual moves in the future, I’ll have to trouble you, Uncle Xue, to learn from that previous fellow and pay a visit to their imperial palaces too, to give them a scare."
Zhao Jiulang came out of Qiming Hall. The current Prime Minister was carrying two rice cakes, walking cheerfully to the side of the Yan Emperor’s palanquin.
The Yan Emperor pointed to the rice cakes and said, "Liangting enjoys these. Have someone send them to him via the most urgent delivery."
"Your servant obeys the decree."
"Also, take a message to Liangting and Wujing for me."
"Please instruct, Your Majesty."
The Yan Emperor leaned back against his palanquin seat, gently tapping the frame of the palanquin, and said, "Time to make a move."