This shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

One sound became two, two became three, and finally, it was the deafening shouts of battle.

Your protectors are fighting bravely against the enemy, while a treacherous villain holds a high position and plots to harm you. If Your Highness were to unfortunately die at the hands of this villain...

If that's the case, who else can protect me?

Is it about relying on that vague "luck"? Or is it about endless, desperate waiting?

Therefore, his anger was like a raging river, once it started, it was unstoppable!

Looking at the excited faces in the crowd, Huang Yuanlang's breathing gradually quickened, and his heart pounded faster and faster.

If they were in the capital right now, and if these were ordinary citizens of the capital, he had no doubt that these people would storm into the Huanglong Mansion. To put it more seriously, it would be a "popular uprising"!

At this moment, Huang Yuanlang knew why he hadn't been killed but had returned to Beiliang alive.

What Qin Ze needed was never himself, but these people, these angry hearts of the people!

Today's events will surely spread throughout the entire Northern Liang region and also reach all parts of Daqian in no time!

What outcome will Huang Long achieve?

Without a doubt, Wong Yuen-long was already drenched in sweat...

At this moment, Qin Zezhen said in a loud voice: "Everyone, whether it is my father, me, or any member of my Qin family, we have dedicated our lives to protecting the people of Daqian."

"Now, treacherous officials are in power, wreaking havoc on the court. They watch helplessly as foreign invaders threaten to strike, caring only to eliminate their own enemies!"

"How can such a scoundrel not be killed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening roar of battle cries erupted from the crowd.

"kill!"

"They must be killed!"

"We must grind that Yellow Dragon to dust!"

Qin Ze narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a resounding voice:

"Huanglong holds a high position, and his sons each have their own troops, making them very powerful. His Majesty sent 50,000 Panlong Army soldiers this time, presumably because he listened to Huanglong's slander. If such a traitor continues to remain in the court, our Great Gan will fall apart sooner or later!"

"Thinking about the court, there are still quite a few Huanglong's cronies, otherwise why would the northern Liang border have suffered from the chaos of the Hu horses for so many years?"

"Now that I, Qin Ze, have been enfeoffed as the Prince of Da Gan, I shall take it upon myself to serve Da Gan! In this chaotic world, treacherous officials must be eliminated!"

"Like treacherous officials who are difficult to control..."

At this point, Qin Ze took a deep breath, his eyes filled with boundless killing intent, and then let out a thunderous roar:

"I swear to die to purge the emperor's inner circle!!!"

——

With a "bang".

A teacup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, spilling tea everywhere. A round, red date rolled to Huanglong's feet.

The maid looked panicked and hurriedly bowed, "Master, I...I slipped."

Huang Long, who was eating dumplings at the dinner table, frowned, casually kicked the red date aside, and said coldly:

"You can't even handle this little thing? What else can you do?"

"Get yourself ready! If this happens again, you'll be punished with ten strokes of the cane and expelled from the manor!"

"Yes, sir, I know I was wrong, and it will never happen again." The maid hurriedly bent down to pick up the broken teacup.

Seeing her husband's angry expression, the middle-aged woman in the brocade robe reached out and tugged at his sleeve. "Master, today is the beginning of winter. There's no need to get angry over such a small matter."

After saying that, she glanced at the maid and said, "Get out of here when you're done. Don't get in the way."

The maid hurriedly gathered up the broken teacup pieces and quickly bowed as she retreated.

Huang Long's face was cold. He slammed down his chopsticks, crossed his arms, and looked sullen.

Before the woman could speak, Huang Long began to grumble, "In previous years, all the boys ate at home on the day of Lidong (the beginning of winter), but this year, it's just the two of us. It's really..."

"There haven't been many battles in the past two years, yet His Majesty has sent them to various places. This is completely unnecessary! Do you think I have no one to use when I launch a major campaign?" Huang Long spread his hands, still rambling on.

The woman lowered her eyes and let out a barely audible sigh.

"My lord, I only hope that they can all come back this year and have a happy reunion with us for the New Year."

"Now that you are getting on in years and have achieved great success, you should spend more time with your children and enjoy the joys of family life."

Huang Long rubbed his temples, looked at the table full of dumplings, and shook his head.

"How could I not know what you're saying? But Her Majesty has given the order; how could I possibly disobey her decree?"

"Two months ago, we sent Tianwei out of the East China Sea. What was he doing in that damned place? Two years ago, Japan had already submitted to us in that battle. What are we still wary of?"

The woman pursed her lips. "I suppose His Majesty has her own reasons."

Huang Long sighed softly, stroked his chin, and said, "But it doesn't matter. I only sent Tianwei with his personal guards. He's capable enough to handle anything there."

Speaking of ability, Huang Long couldn't help but think of his youngest son, Tianhu.

Unlike his brave and resourceful eldest son, Huang Tianwei, this youngest son is now the one who worries him the most.

It has been more than half a month since he went to Beiliang. He was supposed to send back a message after he went to Beiku Grassland, but as of today, there has been no news at all.

This made Huang Long very uneasy, and he hadn't slept well for the past few nights.

Logically speaking, he had sent his adopted son, Yuen Long, with him. With Yuen Long there, there shouldn't have been any problems.

But now, since Panlong Army went to Beiliang, they have vanished without a trace, and we don't know how far they have gone with the tasks entrusted to them, or whether Qin Ze is dead or not.

If Qin Ze hadn't died on this trip, I fear I would truly never have been given an important position by His Majesty...

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