Chapter 14 The Tyrant Says the Sword is Coming

The sky was clear blue, and the pure color was dotted with a few white clouds.

In midsummer, cicadas chirp noisily, butterflies flutter among the flowers, and tender green willow branches hang over the lake, swaying in the wind, creating water ripples that spread and diffract.

In sharp contrast to the peaceful beauty of the past is the confrontation inside the palace.

A bunch of soldiers fell to the ground, no one dared to step forward, and all officials trembled and tried their best to hide in the edge areas.

The left prime minister narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who is coming?"

The man was as sluggish as a piece of wood, his huge body blocking the middle of the road, motionless.

He said nothing in reply, and if it had not been for the occasional blink of his eyes, he would have looked as good as dead.

"Barbaric——"

A clear and bright voice pierced the air, a voice so familiar that it could be said to be a nightmare that lingered in everyone's mind and made everyone's backs cold and their legs weak.

The mountain-like man seemed to be injected with vitality. His empty eyes lit up instantly and he turned around and knelt down respectfully.

"Who? Emperor Jing...Emperor Jing?!"

"It's the voice of Emperor Jing, it's the voice of Emperor Jing, the tyrant..."

"She's back, she's back, Jingguo is completely finished—"

The cowardly and treacherous ministers fled with their heads in their hands, while the few loyal ministers slapped their thighs and sighed in grief.

Ming He's jade-like face was filled with astonishment, his sharp and piercing eyes were lost in thought, staring blankly in the direction where the sound came from.

Manchuan's hand, which was stroking his beard, trembled and he actually pulled out a few hairs. He grimaced in pain, but ignored the pain and stared at the person who came with a frown.

The person had superb martial arts skills, her black robe swayed with her movements, her long, smooth hair fell neatly to her waist, her eyebrows were as dark as distant black ink, tinged with spring color yet still heroic, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and her narrow and long pupils were shining with starlight.

When he landed on the ground, his wide sleeves were raised like a black crane retracting its wings. The whole process was short but shocking, and people could not recover from it.

Because at this time, Jun Lin, who had already straightened his back, was pondering the opening of the day, his tone was soft but cold: "How can the new emperor ascend the throne without inviting me?"

She said gently, "Bingwen, what do you think?"

A strong wind like a "boom" swept past his ears, vibrating his eardrums. He could no longer hear any other sound except that sentence. The man clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh and bleeding. He endured the sorrow and whispered, "I did something wrong."

His eyes were dim and hard to read, and he said in a hoarse voice: "A Lin."

Jun Lin sneered.

Accompanying her was Shen Sinian, who was covered in a black hood and wearing a mask.

The whole audience was confused by this sudden situation. The drums and music had stopped long ago, and the kingdom's sharp swords and heavy infantry were standing by, waiting in line.

Isn't she dead?

Jun Lin glanced around calmly, and among the panicked and frightened faces, he read out a name: "Ming He."

"And quite old."

The left and right prime ministers, whose names were called, frowned and looked at the handsome and elegant king in front of them.

She is very different from the period of tyranny. At least her eyes are clear now.

Are you naming them to kill them?

Both of them felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

Jun Lin smiled and said threateningly, "Except for the two of you, maybe everyone else can be killed?"

All of a sudden, all the officials' eyes went blank and they fell to the ground.

She has not forgotten the ugly faces of these people and how many lives they have lost due to their corruption and lawlessness.

"Tyrant...Tyrant, you shall not die a horrible death!!!"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please save us. We have always been loyal to you..."

"Your Majesty...I am innocent..."

Just one sentence from the former lord was enough to frighten these greedy, cowardly and corrupt people so much that their noses were streaming. They howled and begged the new emperor, and their ugly posture made the ministers turn away in embarrassment.

There is no dignity or character at all.

This country is finished.

Jun Lin was amused by their reaction and sneered. She shouted, "Barbaric!"

"My Lord."

The sturdy man lowered his head in front of her gently, took off the wooden box hanging from his waist and put it into Jun Lin's hand. The whole process was filled with silent intimacy and tacit understanding.

She took over softly: "Did you use the plaster on time?"

"Um."

"Have old injuries healed?"

"My Lord has fully recovered."

He still looked silly, but the gentleness in his eyes was no less than Jun Lin's.

The shocked officials were speechless and stared at it as if they were looking at a monster.

When had they ever seen such an expression on a tyrant's face?

Even the left and right prime ministers' pupils shrank slightly in surprise.

Only Bingwen watched with a forced smile.

She had been so gentle to herself before.

The fists hanging at his sides were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound. His eyes were sore and he closed them in pain.

There's no going back.

Shen Sinian suddenly realized that the man he met in the inn was the legendary king's vicious dog.

It seems that I need to get along well with my colleagues in the future.

Jun Lin, who had no idea what the young man was thinking, raised his hand and opened the wooden box. Inside was a square jade seal carved from white warm jade.

The whole audience burst into laughter again.

Bingwen said angrily: "I should have thought of it earlier. You would not hand over the jade seal to anyone else without any doubt except him."

He curled his lips in a bitter tone: "I just didn't expect that he would always carry it with him. I thought it was hidden."

Manhuang was like a large beast, baring its ferocious fangs without hesitation at everyone except its master.

At this moment, he was looking at Bingwen without saying a word, with a lifeless look.

It's like looking at a dead person.

With an eagle on the left and a dog on the right, Shen Sinian and Manhuang are both very harmonious.

Jun Lin was in an extremely good mood. She said loudly: "The new emperor has ascended the throne. I will give you the imperial seal as a funeral gift and come to take your life. What do you think?"

What a coronation and funeral ceremony!

The whole audience was shaking with anger.

Ming He, on the other hand, slightly curved the corners of his lips without leaving any trace.

Bingwen sighed: "Then, let's kill him."

The soldiers who were waiting in formation all around swarmed forward. Shen Sinian immediately protected the carriage. Jun Lin handed the imperial seal to Man Huang, pulled the young man behind him, and said like an elder: "This is my family affair. I will clean up the remaining traitors."

Have you forgotten who the king of this great scene is?

The boy obediently retreated behind the scenes, his hand in the black hood tightly grasping the scabbard, ready to provide support at any time.

Jun Lin laughed: "Sword coming——"

He was just about to hand over his surprise, but someone got there first and delivered the heavy, four and a half foot long red iron sword.

[Not a bad sword, but a little worse than mine.]

[What is my brother's sword like? ]

【Haven’t you seen it before? 】

【ah?】

The memories came back to him, which cheered him up and his blood started to boil uncontrollably again.

I understand. The sword on Manhuang's back is the king's real sword.

The emperor had a slender but upright figure, with one hand holding a heavy sword that was almost as tall as her. His eyes and eyebrows were heroic, and he looked heroic and graceful, with unparalleled elegance.

Behind her was the pure blue sky, and the sun hanging high above her head cast a golden glow over her body. Her extremely charming face was like a gorgeous blooming poppy.

The huge contrast created such a stunning scene that everyone stared in amazement and forgot to breathe.

There is probably no one in this world who can be more charming than her.

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Off topic

"I have traveled across the seven continents and the five oceans, and stayed in empty markets and barren places."

Named Manhuang.

An absolutely loyal vicious dog!