These words caused an uproar among those around.
Zhang Han, the reception envoy, was greatly alarmed and rushed forward to try to dissuade Yun Zhang.
“Prince Yi, now that you are an Imperial Nobleman, you must prioritize the overall situation in all matters and never act impulsively!”
The Emperor of the Great Xuan Dynasty is a distinguished guest of our dynasty. To detain him so hastily will surely provoke a dispute between our two countries and damage our diplomatic relations! This is absolutely unacceptable!
Yun Zhang remained unmoved, his eyes wide with anger, as if a ball of fire was burning in them.
"Lord Zhang, do you know what I overheard last night? Shen Hanshan and Zhao Yi conspired against His Majesty!"
His Majesty's sudden fainting today cannot be a coincidence. For His Majesty's safety and for the stability of the Yun Dynasty, I must do this!
Upon hearing this, Zhang Han's expression changed drastically, but what one hears is not necessarily true.
"Lord Yun, even if this is true, the truth should be ascertained before making a decision. Moreover, how can one person's opinion serve as the basis for detaining a ruler? Please reconsider, my lord!"
Yun Zhang took a deep breath, angrily grabbed Zhang Han by the collar, and lifted him up in front of everyone.
"Lord Zhang, it is better to kill a thousand than to let one person go free! Time is of the essence, and I cannot allow His Majesty to be in danger any longer."
If you do not wish to participate in this matter, you may observe from the sidelines, but I, Yunzhang, swear to protect His Majesty!"
Having said that, Yun Zhang said no more and turned to give his final orders to the guards beside him.
The guards acted swiftly, surrounding Zhao Yi and his entourage, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
Zhao Yi's face was ashen; he never expected to be treated this way here. "Yun Zhang, do you know what you're doing? You're provoking the might of the Great Xuan Dynasty; you're courting death!"
Yun Zhang stared directly at Zhao Yi, showing no fear.
“I, Yunzhang, act only according to right and wrong, not according to power. If there is any misunderstanding in today’s actions, I will apologize to His Majesty the Great Xuan. But before that, I must ensure His Majesty’s safety!”
The surrounding servants and students held their breath, not daring to make a sound. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, as if a storm was about to break.
"Heh—" Shen Hanshan chuckled lightly, breaking the tense atmosphere.
He glanced at Zhao Zhi, who had been rushed to the hospital for treatment, and then looked at Yun Zhang with a leisurely air.
To Yun Zhang, that look was like watching a joke, a blatant provocation!
"Is this how your country treats its guests?" Shen Hanshan asked unhurriedly, then took a step closer.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The sharp, synchronized sound of swords being drawn filled the air.
When the guards of the Yun Dynasty moved, the people of Da Xuan also drew their swords.
Zhang Han whispered a few words to the person next to him, who then turned and left, leading the female student away quickly.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Shen Hanshan's mouth, his eyes filled with both fighting spirit and a complex mix of emotions.
He slowly raised his hand, stopping the restless attendants behind him, and stared directly at Yun Zhang: "Lord Yun, if you want to touch a hair on the head of my Great Xuan Emperor, you'll have to ask this sword of mine for permission first."
Before he finished speaking, he moved with the speed of a cheetah, instantly closing the distance between himself and Yun Zhang.
Yun Zhang reacted quickly as well. With a flick of his wrist, his longsword was drawn, and in the flash of silver light, the two had already exchanged several blows.
Swords flashed and clashed, the sound of metal clashing was deafening, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by the intense sword intent.
The onlookers involuntarily retreated, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.
Shen Hanshan was once a young general with superb martial arts skills. Every sword strike contained a sharp killing intent and accurate judgment.
Although Yun Zhang was not a military general, his swordsmanship was unique, each move deadly and merciless. At first, the two were evenly matched, and it was difficult to determine who was superior.
Gradually, the poison in Yun Zhang's body began to take effect, making him always a beat slower and soon putting him at a disadvantage.
Shen Hanshan had no suspicions and was about to break the sword in the other person's hand when a figure suddenly appeared in her sight.
Zhao Zhi's face was pale. She had just woken up when she heard the sounds of fighting coming from this side. She also heard from the person who reported that the Imperial Noble Consort and the envoy of Da Xuan were fighting. Her eyelids twitched suddenly.
These two Yama Kings are a jealous type and a madman.
Unless she appears, neither of them can be persuaded by anyone.
Zhao Zhiqiang, supporting himself, slowly walked over with the help of two palace maids.
Upon seeing this, a barely perceptible tenderness flashed in Shen Hanshan's eyes. He deliberately revealed a flaw and paused slightly.
Upon seeing this, Yun Zhang was overjoyed and thrust his longsword out without hesitation, striking Shen Hanshan squarely in the heart.
Blood instantly stained his clothes, but Shen Hanshan seemed to feel no pain. He just smiled faintly, then swayed and fell backward, his gaze never leaving Zhao Zhi.
"stop--"
Zhao Zhi's panicked shouts reached my ears.
In the end, he won this game.
Yun Zhang, holding his still-dripping sword, stared blankly at Zhao Zhi, who had passed him and was heading straight for Shen Hanshan.
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