Chapter 405: Discussion on Attacking Wumin in the Palace

In the dim hall, Demon Lord Boyan sat lazily on the throne, his whole body hidden in the darkness, only his clear jawline could be seen, looking extremely handsome.

Since bringing the spiritual fragrance to the Demon Realm, elixirs have been delivered every now and then. Although they are not life-extending elixirs, they have miraculously made the Demon Lord's already dry skin become more plump and rosy.

The Demon Lord now no longer looks like a dried corpse like before. Now he looks like an ordinary mortal.

He cannot be said to be an ordinary mortal. After all, how can an ordinary mortal compare with his graceful figure?

However, the Demon Lord seemed to have gotten used to the past days and always hid in the dark like he did now. Even when he went out, he wore a cloak and a hood covering his face, looking very gloomy.

The slender fingers had distinct knuckles and seemed to be tapping the armrest casually, but the people sitting below understood that the Demon Lord was obviously impatient.

Because of this, everyone in the hall either lowered their heads and remained silent, or pretended not to see anything. Everyone kept silent for fear of being affected.

Fortunately, not long after, a guard rushed into the hall, and his armor made a crisp sound along with his hurried footsteps.

"Your Majesty, there is no one in Lord Wumin's palace." The guard knelt on one knee, saluted, and reported.

The Demon Lord seemed to be feeling a little bored, and his knocking hand suddenly stopped. After a short pause, he began to stroke the armrest again, but still said nothing.

The ministers below the seat looked at each other, but no one wanted to speak first. The atmosphere in the hall once dropped to freezing point.

At this moment, another guard arrived. He knelt down as soon as he arrived at the hall. Before he even finished his greetings, he hurriedly said, "Demon Lord! More than half of the prisoners in the prison have disappeared, and two-thirds of the civilians in the city have also disappeared. All the houses are empty!"

The palace was now bustling with activity, with all the ministers discussing the matter. The Grand Marshal was filled with righteous indignation, and started shouting and cursing.

"Damn it! I've always said that old man has rebellious intentions, and now he can't be suppressed anymore!"

The Demon Lord didn't seem to care about the Grand Marshal's incompetence in front of the palace. He propped up his chin and asked lazily, "Is there any news about the Grand Minister of Justice?"

All the ministers fell silent immediately, waiting for the guard's reply.

The guard who came to the palace later bowed and said, "The Grand Secretary's residence is also deserted. Even the deaf-mute old man who was guarding the gate has disappeared."

When the ministers heard this, they stopped talking at once and fell silent.

"What's wrong?" The Demon Lord said in a lazy tone. "Just now you were talking so lively, but now you've become a gourd with a sawed mouth?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the ministers bowed their heads and remained silent.

It’s really hard to say anything about the Grand Secretary!

When the present was in trouble, he was fortunate to have the late Grand Tutor, Lord Dingyuan, come to his aid, which enabled him to achieve his current status. The current Grand Minister of Justice is a descendant of the late Grand Tutor, and the Demon Lord is grateful for his kindness, which is why he has achieved his subsequent wealth and honor.

Judging from the current situation, the Grand Minister of Justice must have colluded with Lord Wumin a long time ago, which is why he disappeared together with Lord Wumin.

In the dim hall, you could hear a pin drop. The Demon Lord frowned slightly, showing a hint of displeasure, and knocked on the handrail again in dissatisfaction.

The ministers under his seat were sweating profusely. The current commander's thunderous methods were even more ruthless than those of the previous Demon Lord.

Although the demons lack the seven emotions, they will still be afraid when they should be afraid!

Of course, where there are those who are afraid, there will naturally be those who are not afraid.

The Grand Marshal, who had been filled with righteous indignation, stood up and stepped out of the ranks: "If our ancestors had not shown mercy and let Bochang go, there would not have been the disaster of Muye. With the lessons of history before us, we must not repeat the same mistakes."

As the Grand Marshal spoke, he clasped his fists and knelt down, earnestly petitioning, "I am willing to personally lead the troops and capture the traitor for Your Majesty!"

The Demon Lord Boyan held his chin in his hand and said nothing. He lazily looked at Da Sima for a long time. Just as he was about to speak, Da Situ, who had been silent all the time, stood up.

"I, this old minister, think that starting a war is inappropriate."

Hearing this, Da Sima became anxious.

"Old man, what do you mean by that? Are you going to let that traitor go? You..."

Before Da Sima could finish his words, the Demon Lord raised his hand to stop him.

"Why?"

The Grand Tutor bowed respectfully and said, "Lord Wumin has defected, and the Grand Minister of Justice has joined him. This is irrefutable and beyond question. However, Lord Wumin is quite prestigious, and the Grand Minister of Justice is also known for his virtue. If this matter were to be leaked, it would undoubtedly cause unrest in the demonic realm and endanger the government."

The ministers looked at each other in a low voice, all of them felt that this was reasonable. The Grand Tutor paused and continued:

"Rumors are rampant in the streets. If you spread the news too much, it will inevitably become a topic of gossip. If it causes panic, I'm afraid it will ruin His Majesty's plan, and the loss will outweigh the gain."

"Ridiculous!" the Grand Marshal said sternly, "According to you, we're going to keep this a secret and let it go?"

"Why do I have such intentions?" The Grand Tutor glanced at the Grand Marshal. "It is just that the pros and cons of this matter must be clarified, so as not to disappoint the Lord's trust."

"Hmph!" Da Sima snorted. "You've said all the good things. If that's the case, then you should come up with a suitable solution."

"Don't worry, Grand Marshal. We must not let these traitors off," the Grand Tutor said calmly, "I have something to say, Your Majesty."

The Demon Lord didn't even raise his eyelids, but just moved his fingers, signaling the Grand Master to continue.

"Since Lord Wumin has defected, he will inevitably head for the source of the Weak Water. Most of those who follow him are commoners, and with so many of them, their progress will inevitably be slow. General Feilian is exceptionally agile. In my opinion, it would be better to send him there with only a small group of elite troops. This will be less conspicuous, and even if seen, they will simply think they are visiting the Ghost Market for fun."

"Although Lord Wumin is not a military officer, he has other magical powers. Fei Lian alone is probably no match for him." The Great Sima also calmed down at this time and said while stroking his beard.

"Don't worry, Grand Marshal. I won't just send General Fei Lian. I'll just have him lead the charge and stop Lord Wu Min first."

"What does the Great Situ mean?"

"I heard that General Shang Lu is still training in the southwest camp. I can have him march directly from there to avoid the Demonic Realm. This way, no one will know about it and there will be no gossip."

The Grand Marshal pondered for a moment before he bowed to the Demon Lord and said, "Although I am reluctant, what the Grand Marshal said is indeed a good plan."

"Hmm." The languid sound of a sigh was pleasant to the ear. After a long moment, the Demon Lord raised his hand and said, "Let's arrange it this way."

Upon receiving the order, the Grand Marshal clasped his fists in salute and left the hall to make arrangements, but the Grand Tutor still had not returned to his seat.

"What else?"

"Lord Wumin's rebellious intention has not come about overnight. He has been lurking for many years and must have a backup plan. I heard that..." The Grand Tutor did not continue speaking. He looked hesitant, as if he had some concerns.

"Speak." The Demon Lord ordered.

"Yes." The Grand Tutor bowed. "I heard that Princess Fengyuan and Lord Wumin had a secret meeting in the streets, at Qusheng's shop."

As soon as he finished speaking, whispers were heard in the hall.

"Princess Fengyuan?"

"Qu Sheng Xiao Si?"

…

The Demon Lord didn't move, but even in the darkness, the cold light that flashed in his eyes was still chilling.

The hall suddenly became quiet, and all the ministers were trembling with fear, and no one dared to say another word.

"Slandering the princess, do you know your crime?"

The Grand Tutor did not seem afraid and only bowed.

"I have no intention of making false accusations. I am simply stating my opinion."

"Oh? According to your family, how should this matter be handled?" the Demon Lord asked in a flat tone.

"Although it's just hearsay, since this concerns Princess Fengyuan's innocence, I think it would be better to summon the princess to the palace for an explanation."

The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes and stared at the Grand Tutor for a long moment before he gestured to his side. The attendant accepted the order, bowed, and left the hall.