The Nine Provinces were in turmoil, with frequent wars and rampant bandits in the Jiangdong area. Not long after Yan Nanyan personally went to Qingzhou, news came that he had been assassinated.
Yan Nanyan held the power of 100,000 troops in Jiangdong. After his death, the entire Jiangdong region was in turmoil. Before the imperial court could send troops to garrison the area, Lu Jing, the governor of Jiangdong, suddenly rebelled, killed the governor, and plotted to usurp the throne.
The powerful families of Yandu were shocked to hear of Yan Nanyan's death. Enraged, the Yan family immediately dispatched troops to attack Jiangdong.
Yan Beimo ordered the return of the 100,000 troops in Jiangdong and sent Yan Rong, the fourth son of the Yan family, to Jiangdong to suppress the rebellion.
Lu Jing was extremely bold, and no one knew who was backing him. He was not afraid of the powerful families at all and openly provoked them.
After Yan Rong left Jiangdong, he ordered his men to bring Yan Nanyan's body back to Yandu, and then directly attacked Yuehu Pass, winning seven battles in a row.
Unable to defeat the enemy, Lu Jing secretly sent a message to Yan Bei Mo via carrier pigeon, hoping that Yan Bei Mo could lend a hand.
Back then, Yan Beimo personally ordered him to make a knife for him after killing Yan Nanyan. Now, he has sent troops to suppress him. What is his intention?
However, Lu Jing did not receive a reply for a long time. Jiangdong was in chaos, and he was filled with resentment. So he secretly came to Yandu to see Yan Beimo.
The study of the Marquis's residence.
Lu Jing, dressed in a black cloak and concealed, was led in.
The room was filled with people. Yan Beimo sat in the main seat, watching the man stride in and chuckled.
"Lord Lu, how have you been?"
Once Lu Jing recognized the person inside, he could only suppress his anger and respectfully bow.
"Your humble servant pays his respects to Lord Yan."
"Get up," Yan Beimo waved his hand. "Sit down."
Lu Jing was also a reckless man; as soon as he sat down, he immediately questioned Jiangdong about the matter.
"Lord Yan promised me that once the general and the governor were dead, the entire Jiangdong region would be under my control. Now, the powerful families have suddenly sent troops to suppress them. What do they want?"
Those sitting inside were Yan Beimo's retainers, strategists, and several generals. They were angered by such rude words.
They looked at the man in the main seat, and seeing that he looked calm and composed, they all fell silent.
"Lord Lu, please don't be angry. Have a cup of tea first."
Yan Beimo had clear eyes and a faint smile.
"As you know, although I have taken over the Yan family now, the various clans are very powerful. Yan Nanyan died in Qingzhou, so my uncles and elders naturally have to quell the rebellion in Jiangdong first, and it is not appropriate for me to interfere."
Before Lu Jing came to Yandu, his retainers had already warned him not to believe Yan Beimo's words at all.
Yan Beimo is the head of the Yan family. Without his order, how could the Yan family have sent troops to Jiangdong so quickly?
His biggest worry now is that Yan Beimo will use him and then kill him.
"Your words, Lord Yan, are just for fooling children. I only dared to oppose the Yan family because I was working for you. Now that things have come to this, you cannot sit idly by."
The others who heard this felt disdain.
They dared to attempt to seize Jiangdong and dominate the region, and even used the matter of Yan Nanyan to threaten their lord; they were simply courting death.
"If Marquis Yan doesn't give me an explanation, someone might reveal Yan Nanyan's affair."
After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.
Yan Beimo leaned back in his chair, looking at him with a faint smile. After a moment, he clapped his hands together and clapped a few times.
"That's really impressive. Jiangdong has produced a tough one."
Lu Jing snorted and stood up.
"Marquis Yan, please consider it yourself."
After saying that, he walked straight out the door.
But before he could even leave the house, two forked knives blocked his way.
He turned around and looked at the man in the main seat, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
What does the Marquis of Yan mean?
Yan Beimo raised an eyebrow, slowly put down the black bead in his hand, stood up, and walked towards him.
Upon seeing this, the Night Hawk at the door immediately signaled the guards to step forward and detain the man.
Lu Jing was humiliated and forced to kneel on the ground, enraged.
"what are you up to?"
His body was suddenly kicked.
Yan Beimo stepped on his prostrate head, leaned down, and smiled faintly.
"Jiangdong belongs to Yanbei Mo, and the whole world belongs to the Yan family, Lord Lu, do you understand?"
Lu Jing saw that he had revealed his true colors, his face twisted with rage as he was being trampled on.
"You dare! Yan Beimo, my troops have long been lying in ambush outside Yandu City. If I die in Yandu, your despicable act of assassinating your cousin will be known throughout the city tomorrow."
He was worried about something going wrong before he came, so he had already made preparations.
Yan Bei Mo smiled and raised an eyebrow, then stomped his foot hard a few times, causing Lu Jing's mouth to gurgle with blood from the pain.
"Don't be foolish, your men have already betrayed you."
Lu Jing was shocked. How could this be?
"who?!"
Yan Beimo didn't bother to explain. He took out a flintlock pistol, lightly pressed it against Yan Beimo's head, and laughed.
“You killed my cousin and went against the Yan family. Lord Lu, you should go to the underworld and apologize to my good brother.”
The dark hole was pressed against his forehead.
Lu Jing was so frightened that his face turned pale and his back was soaked with sweat.
It was clearly his order, yet it was pinned on him. Well, as expected of a scion of a noble family, he's too ruthless, too vicious!
He stared wide-eyed, both fearful and furious, wanting to unleash a torrent of curses, but his throat seemed to have lost its voice, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Yan Beimo looked at his voiceless expression of fear, and a malicious and terrifying smile appeared on his lips.
He slowly and deliberately pulled the trigger, mockingly enjoying his fear.
But then, with a bang, the sound of a porcelain vase falling to the ground suddenly came from inside the room.
Everyone was startled and turned to look into the inner room.
Yan Beimo paused slightly, and after a moment, he regained his composure and slowly withdrew his foot.
"come out."
Behind the study is an inner room for people to rest.
Chu Changning had been exhausted from the daytime disturbances and had fallen asleep here. After being woken up by them, he hid by the door to eavesdrop. In a moment of distraction, he accidentally knocked over a porcelain vase while holding onto the table.
Hearing her being called from outside, she was slightly taken aback.
"Chu Changning, come out."
His slightly deep voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.
Hearing his tone, Chu Changning concealed the tremor in her heart, took a breath, and slowly walked out.
As soon as she stepped outside, all eyes turned to her.
She walked to the desk, her eyes fixed straight ahead.
"I just woke up and accidentally knocked over the porcelain bottle."
Yan Beimo glanced at her and said, "Come here."
Chu Changning glanced at Lu Jing, who was being held captive on the ground, and pretended to feel nauseous.
"I'm going back to my room to sleep; I feel a bit nauseous."
No sooner had she finished speaking than a loud bang rang out, and a bullet carrying a strong gust of wind flew out, grazing the stray hairs at her temples and embedding itself directly into the red pillar behind her.
Chu Changning's body stiffened instantly, and his eyes widened.
Everyone in the study was startled and watched the scene in horror.
Yan Beimo calmly put away his musket and called to her.
"come over."
Neuropathy.
A complete madman.
If he had missed by even a fraction of an inch, the bullet would have pierced her heart, and she would have died.
Chu Changning glanced at the bullet embedded in the red pillar out of the corner of his eye, his fingertips trembling as they were hidden in his sleeve.
Seeing that she didn't move, Yan Beimo slightly raised the hand holding the musket.
She was taken aback, quickly suppressed the complex emotions in her heart, and walked towards him.
Just as I walked over, he suddenly pulled me aside, and his indifferent voice rang in my ear.
"You don't need to eavesdrop anymore. I'll let you listen openly and honestly."
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