Zhen Fuyou circled around Yuan Xujing, looking him up and down, her eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

"You're ugly, but you think big! Have you no shame?!"

Pfft…

The guards protecting Zhen Fuyu all laughed, and even Prime Minister Chen's lips curled up slightly.

How did he only just realize that this Second Master Zhen was such a sharp-tongued person?

Yuan Xujing's face turned green with anger. They didn't even need to lift a finger; they were probably going to be driven to their deaths by him.

"You! You all! Kill me or torture me as you please, there's no need to insult me ​​here!"

"That's insulting! There are even more insulting things to come!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Laughter erupted all around. Zhen Fuyou had loved mingling in the underworld since childhood, and his behavior was that of a thug.

Yuan Xujing was a member of the royal family and was raised with the ideals of a gentleman. Even when he went out, people would fawn over him.

Where before us is the humiliation and oppression we suffer today, at the hands of Zhenfu!

He angrily raised his longsword and swung it haphazardly at Zhen Fuyou.

However, Zhen Fuyou was no pushover either. She kicked the defenseless Prime Minister Chen aside to prevent him from being implicated.

He then took the sword handed to him by the guard and began to fight with Yuan Xujing. Although it was called a fight, it was actually Zhen Fuyou unilaterally toying with Yuan Xujing.

Over the past few years, he has traveled around with Feng He, learned martial arts from others, and gained rich practical experience.

Yuan Xujing, who had always been pampered, could never outwit him and could only be teased.

Looking at the disheveled Yuan Xujing in front of him, Chen Xiang felt a pang of resentment. After all, he had once been an emperor, and a ruler of a country should not be so humiliated and mocked.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Zhen Fuyou and said loudly, "Second Master Zhen! It's getting late, we must go and welcome Prince Jing into the city!"

Zhen Fu looked at the sky; it was indeed getting late. He was exhausted after a whole night of running around.

"Guards! Keep an eye on him, don't let him commit suicide!"

He waved his hand, and immediately someone stepped forward and captured Yuan Xujing. Yuan Xujing's resistance was futile, and he could only helplessly curse Zhu Yuan and Prime Minister Chen.

But no one listened to him, and his dream of becoming emperor was shattered.

Zhu Yuan had already ordered his troops to enter the city. Perhaps they were too afraid of being attacked, because the defending generals dared not resist and allowed them to enter the city easily.

Upon entering the city, Zhu Yuan encountered Zhen Fuyou, who was rushing over. He strode forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Second Brother! You've worked hard these past two years!"

Zhenfu chuckled and shook her head: "It's not hard work!"

Standing to the side, Prime Minister Chen was shocked to see the two interacting intimately. He had never imagined that Second Master Zhen and Prince Jing were related.

Moreover, seeing that they seemed to have a very close relationship, he felt relieved. If that was the case, then Second Master Zhen would accept his favor and would certainly not make things difficult for his Shuang'er.

As for Zhenfu's promise to continue making him prime minister, he had no hope of it.

That would be enough as long as he and his family survive.

"Oh, right! Your Highness, let me introduce you. This is Prime Minister Chen! He's the one I mentioned in my letter!"

Zhen Fu introduced Zhu Yuan and Chen Cheng to each other, unaware that the two had secretly exchanged letters and reached a consensus.

Looking at the man before him, Prime Minister Chen felt that he was as cold as autumn frost, imposing and awe-inspiring.

He carefully bowed and knelt down to offer a grand salute: "Your Highness, I have long heard of your unparalleled fame and your awe-inspiring power. It is my honor to meet you today. I wish Your Highness a speedy recovery!"

Upon their first meeting, Prime Minister Chen couldn't fathom Zhu Yuan's personality, so he could only say the most flattering things.

Zhu Yuan did not stop him from the grand gesture. After he finished speaking, he personally helped the man up.

"Prime Minister Chen, there's no need for such formalities. I have always wanted to meet you, and it is a great honor to do so today!"

Prime Minister Chen's heart trembled. Following Zhu Yuan's lead, he staged a scene of a wise ruler and a loyal minister.

Lu Yun Shen kept sizing up Prime Minister Chen, his beautiful peach blossom eyes particularly eye-catching.

Prime Minister Chen also noticed him, but Zhu Yuan didn't introduce him, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Kyoto was in complete chaos, especially after Zhuyuan and his group entered the city. Only ruins remained on the streets, and there wasn't a soul in sight.

The people hid in the cellars, covering the mouths of their children to prevent them from crying out.

They were afraid that if they weren't careful, their family's whereabouts would be discovered.

Zhu Yuan immediately issued an order that no one should disturb or bully the people, and anyone found doing so would be dealt with according to military law.

Zhen Fuyou asked where his elder brother was, and then headed towards the logistics department.

The two brothers met and were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes. They chatted for half the night.

The next day.

Some of the bolder villagers secretly left their homes, wanting to go out and find out what was going on.

He found the streets spotless, as if someone had tidied them up perfectly. Curious, he began to wander around.

Not just one street, but everything within his field of vision was clean.

Just as he was in shock, someone gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir, when does this breakfast shop open?"

Behind him were soldiers dressed in black and red armor; the young man recognized them as not being the guards he used to know.

His legs trembled, and he knew that this man was the group of rebels from yesterday.

No, they are not rebels, but soldiers of King Jing, who are destined by Heaven.

Seeing that he spoke politely and had a kind face, the young man became bolder.

He swallowed hard and explained, "Sir, the owner of this shop went back to the countryside a few days ago and probably won't be open for business anytime soon. If you want to have breakfast, you can go to the old-established steamed bun shop in the west of the city!"

The soldier was visiting Kyoto for the first time. He was from the south and couldn't tell which way was which, so he took out a few copper coins and asked the young man to lead the way.

The young man dared not accept the money. He quickly refused, saying, "Sir, I dare not accept this money. I will show you the way right away!"

The young man didn't care about the difference between the regular army and the rebels; he just wanted to send the person away so he could go home and report back.

Along the way, the young man encountered many soldiers who were cleaning the streets and repairing the city walls and other damaged items from the previous night's bombing.

He was terrified, but after talking with the soldiers around him, he became convinced that these traitors were good people!

When the man was taken to the steamed bun shop, he told the waiter he wanted to leave, but the soldiers forced him to accept the copper coins.

"Hurry up and take it! I'm rich now!"

On his way home, the young man kept replaying the scene of the soldier forcibly stuffing money into his mouth.

And the soldiers cleaning and repairing things on the street—it suddenly dawned on him!

My steps were much lighter on the way home, and I didn't hide from the soldiers in black and red armor I encountered on the way; I greeted them with a swagger.

Once inside, he shouted, "Everyone come out quickly! Those people outside are all good people! They're all good people!"

The neighbors all heard the young man's voice, and while they were skeptical, they all decided to send one of them out to investigate.

Within fifteen minutes, the joyful breaths of the people rose and fell in waves.

Anqing Prefecture.

Zhen Wanwan carried the two children onto the carriage, and looked back one last time at the house where she had lived for several years.

They're leaving here for the capital!