"Ah!" Wang Yufeng suddenly screamed, opened his mouth, and stuck out his bleeding tongue.

Dong Hua looked startled, and the cold glint of her tongue continued to graze Wang Yufeng's neck.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Cheng lunged forward and snatched Dong Hua back.

Wang Yufeng slowly knelt down, clutching his neck with both hands, blood gushing from his mouth.

He gradually collapsed into a pool of blood.

Dong Hua threw herself into Zhao Cheng's arms, her body trembling violently.

Feeling nauseous at the taste of blood in her mouth, Donghua spat out the blood-stained razor blade.

Zhao Cheng patted Dong Hua's back reassuringly and glanced at Wang Yufeng.

"You brought this on yourself... Of all people to kiss, why did you have to go for a woman with a sharp tongue like that... You deserve it!"

Seeing the blade on the ground, Zhao Wu and the others finally realized what had happened.

At first, when they heard Zhao Cheng say "It's over," they thought Zhao Cheng was worried about Dong Hua.

It turns out Zhao Cheng had been overthinking things; he had already predicted Wang Yufeng's fate.

But Zhao Cheng didn't expect Dong Hua to deliver the final blow...

Originally, it was thought that Wang Yufeng would at most lose his tongue, but unexpectedly he also lost his life.

Upon hearing the news, the Yan Chuan officials who rushed to the scene were so shocked by what they saw that they stammered, "This...this...this..."

...

Western Capital, Imperial Palace.

Tianze Palace.

The emperor sat on the dragon throne, and civil and military officials stood solemnly.

At the bottom of the steps, Zhao Huan, dressed in a purple court robe, half-closed his eyes, one hand resting on his jade belt, his body swaying as if he were about to fall asleep.

Leading an army of 150,000 in triumph, Zhao Huan was greeted at the city gate by the emperor and his officials. He was practically led by the emperor hand in hand back to the Tianze Hall. The officials looked at Zhao Huan with different expressions. Some speculated about the emperor's deeper thoughts, while others thought that Zhao Huan might be about to gain favor again.

Zhao Huan herself, however, maintained a calm demeanor, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, some strands falling loosely, others curled, with many silver strands mixed in, making her appear listless.

"Prime Minister, I see you have many more gray hairs. You must have had a hard time going to collect the Night Pill this time!"

"I am not suffering." Zhao Huan squinted at the emperor as if his eyes were too closed, and said expressionlessly, "I am fifty years old, and I have reached the age of knowing one's destiny. These white hairs on my head should have appeared long ago."

"Listen to this, you all listen to this!"

Emperor Yuan Xiu stood up, one hand behind his back, and pointed at the assembled ministers, saying, "The Right Chancellor is already fifty years old, and you useless lot still have to rely on him to guard the nation's borders! Aren't you ashamed? Aren't you disgraced?!"

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!" All the officials knelt on the ground.

Zhao Huan turned to look at the generals, and immediately more than half of them lowered their heads.

Zhao Huan said, "You guys need to step up your game... I'm too old, I really can't fight anymore!"

"Huh? Isn't this General Wang? You've come too." Zhao Huan's eyes widened slightly when he saw Wang Ren standing at the front.

Wang Ren clasped his hands and said, "I am deeply grateful for His Majesty's great favor in allowing me to serve in the Central Army!"

“Good, good…” Zhao Huan warmly grasped Wang Ren’s hand and said, “General Wang is a brilliant strategist. I’ll be counting on you when I retire.”

"No, no..."

"Right Chancellor, your extraordinary achievement this time has put me in a difficult position!" Yuan Xiu said, stepping down the steps with a half-smile, "You are already a first-rank official, and there is nothing more you can be promoted to. Why don't you tell me what you want, Right Chancellor, and I will reward you!"

Zhao Huan waved his hand and said, "I don't want anything. It's just that I haven't disciplined my child for a while. Your Majesty, please let me go home quickly and discipline my child so I can enjoy the joys of family life."

"Hahaha, the Right Chancellor's happiness is truly unique!" Yuan Xiu turned to the side, exchanging a glance with Wen Tai as he turned around.

Wen Tai came out and, without any pleasantries, went straight to the point: "Right Chancellor, what do you think of this Vice Minister of War of the Eastern Capital?"

Zhao Huan didn't even turn her head, and said, "I don't know her."

Wen Tai said, "Won't the Right Chancellor reconsider?"

“How could I lie about what I said before the Emperor?” Zhao Huan closed his eyes and put his hands in his sleeves: “If I don’t know him, I don’t know him.”

"Right Chancellor, you're lying!" Wang Ren jumped out and shouted, "Chen Yuxian, the Vice Minister of War in the Eastern Capital, is a close friend of the Right Chancellor!"

Zhao Huan remained expressionless, turned to look at Wang Ren, and said, "I do not know him, but I would like to ask, what's wrong with this person?"

Wang Ren said, "He's a spy for the Southern Zhou!"

"Oh, I see. So you're saying someone is slandering me, accusing me of treason and colluding with the enemy?"

Wen Tai took a step closer to Zhao Huan and said softly, "Teacher, you should quickly produce evidence to prove that you have been slandered."

What evidence do I have?

Wang Ren sneered, "So, does that mean the Right Chancellor is admitting it?"

Wen Tai gave a wink to the officials, and immediately several officials stepped forward.

"Treason is a grave crime! Although the Right Chancellor has rendered meritorious service, his merits do not outweigh his faults!"

"The Right Chancellor is attacking Ye Dan, but he's befriending Southern Zhou. He's up to no good!"

"Right Chancellor, you must provide an explanation!"

"Right Chancellor..."

"Sigh... Am I just getting old, or are you all hard of hearing? I've already said I don't know him. If you don't believe me, then go and investigate. Whether you want to arrest and interrogate him in Yanchuan, or torture me, just get moving. Why bother arguing in front of the Emperor?"

With that, Zhao Huan leaned against a pillar, sat down on the spot, and sighed deeply, saying, "Your Majesty, I am truly exhausted. Please forgive my rudeness."

"Someone, bring me a seat!" Yuan Xiu immediately shouted.

"Your Majesty, isn't this inappropriate?" Zhao Huan asked, trembling with fear.

No matter how much Wen Tai and Wang Ren pressured Zhao Huan, Yuan Xiu always greeted him with a beaming smile, offering his help and saying, "Right Prime Minister, you have made great contributions; you must be tired. You deserve a seat!"

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