Yang Xin shook his head and said, "No need for drinking, I never drink alcohol."
"Your Highness came to see me in the middle of the night; it couldn't have been just about drinking, could it? Just say what you have to say."
The Eighth Prince clapped his hands and said, "Good! I also like to be straightforward, so I won't play games with you, Lord Yang."
Lord Yang, you are a capable man.
He rose from a lowly constable to defeat Han Jin, establish the Zhenwu Hall, and become a formidable figure in the capital; he is a hero of his time.
But my nephew is cowardly, incompetent, and indecisive. Look at the Great Zhou now, with war raging everywhere and the people suffering!
Zhou Heng is to blame for all of this!
To be honest, Zhou Heng is not worthy of a man as outstanding as Lord Yang. If you are willing to help me, Lord Yang, everything I have is yours to have!
The Eighth Prince was indeed very talented in recruiting people by treating them with respect and humility.
His words were spoken with utmost sincerity and openness, as if he were truly opening his heart to Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng said with a half-smile, "I am the Grand Commander of the Zhenwu Hall of the Imperial Court, but now the Prince has asked me to help you. Help you with what? Rebel?"
The Eighth Prince was not angry. He simply said calmly, "The Great Zhou is my Zhou family's Great Zhou. Why would I rebel? It's just to take back what's mine."
Yang Cheng said indifferently, "Then I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Your Highness."
I, Yang Cheng, don't talk about loyalty to the emperor or patriotism, but I believe in seeing things through to the end.
His Majesty has treated me quite well, supporting my establishment of the Zhenwu Hall and appointing me as Grand Commander. What can you, Your Highness, offer me? Are you perhaps going to bestow upon me the title of Prince?"
The Eighth Prince frowned and said, "Lord Yang, do you really not think highly of me?"
And do you still remember Qin Liu? If I hadn't stopped them, those people from beyond the pass would have already come looking for trouble for you!
"As long as you agree to help me, I can suppress all your grudges with the shamanic lineage, and even grant you a more powerful demon immortal!"
Yang Cheng stood up, shook his head and said, "Your Highness, you are wrong about one thing. You are not stopping them from causing trouble for me, but stopping them from coming to their deaths."
So it's not me who should remember the favor, but those shamanic disciples.
And to be honest, I don't have a high opinion of you, Your Highness.
You failed to claim the throne in the previous generation, so what makes you think you can claim it in this one?
You're in your fifties or sixties, don't be so stubborn.
After saying this, Yang Cheng ignored the livid face of the Eighth Prince and turned to leave.
Wu Sisan watched Yang Cheng's departing figure, gently shook his head and said, "Your Highness, do you believe what I said this time?"
Yang Cheng isn't so easy to recruit. He's a wolf in sheep's clothing, with enormous ambitions. Only an idiot like Han Jin would believe he could obediently serve under him.
The Eighth Prince sneered, "You're asking for it!"
The fact that I want to recruit him is an honor for him!
Since Yang Cheng is so ungrateful, there's no need to give him any face.
Go tell that man outside the pass that Yang Cheng has just left, and he can do with him as he pleases.
Wu Sisan hesitated for a moment and said, "Should we make a move now? What if someone suspects us?"
However, many people know that Qin Liu, from the shamanic lineage, is one of our subordinates.
The Eighth Prince snorted coldly: "If we don't make a move now, are we going to wait until daytime to attack the Zhenwu Hall?"
Don't worry, even if someone suspects us, what can they do to me?
Would Zhou Heng really kill his own uncle for the sake of a foreign official?
Since Yang Cheng cannot be used by me, then he cannot be used by Zhou Heng either!
Wu Sisan sensed something was amiss, but still sent someone to inform the man outside the pass to prepare to take action.
Yang Cheng left the Eighth Prince's residence with some doubts in his heart.
The Eighth Prince practically has the word "rebellion" written all over his head, so in the end, it will be the Eighth Prince who wants to kill Zhou Heng.
Moreover, the Eighth Prince's forces are indeed not weak. Just now, when Yang Cheng used his spiritual power to investigate inside the Prince's mansion, there were two places that he could not see through.
But Yang Cheng always felt that things couldn't be that simple.
Just then, a rapid drumbeat suddenly broke the silence of the deserted street.
A figure dressed in a sheepskin coat and wearing a dog fur headdress approached Yang Cheng from afar, striking a small drum at his waist while chanting a strange melody.
"The sun sets in the west! It's dark! Every household bolts its doors."
A traveler heads to an inn, birds fly to the mountains and tigers return to the mountains.
Birds find refuge in the mountains and forests, and tigers find peace when they return to the mountains.
Seven-star glazed tiles above their heads, eight-sided purple-gold bricks under their feet.
Feet touching the ground, head reaching for the sky.
Take large strides and walk in a continuous procession, stand firmly on your feet and stand at the camp. Set out incense and offer prayers to the gods.
First, invite the fox, then the yellow dog, and finally the long python to bring the sorrowful king.
The Fox Clan is the leader, the Yellow Clan is the vanguard, the Python Clan is the commander, and the Sad King Clan is the leader.
He picked up the King Wen Drum with his left hand and the General's Whip with his right.
The drum of King Wen, tied with willow wood, is linked to the rivers and the vast sky. The whip of the general, with three horizontal and four vertical strokes, is made of seven sages.
Three roots facing north, four roots facing south. Three roots facing north bring peace to the world, four roots facing south protect the country.
"If you chase the mountains, they'll move; if you chase the rivers, they'll dry up; you'll keep even the old immortal from having a moment's peace!"
The strange melody seemed to carry some bizarre rhythm, making the surrounding spiritual energy seem to freeze.
The strange man walked up to Yang Cheng, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes beneath his dog-skin hat, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Liu Changzhi, the chief disciple of the Great Immortal Chang Tianlong from the Three Immortal Valleys of Liaodong outside the Great Wall, has met with Grand Commander Yang."
My good-for-nothing junior brother has left a sliver of the Great Immortal Chang Cuiyun's soul in your hands, Commander Yang.
Today I'm retrieving that fragment of his soul, and while I'm at it, I'd like to borrow something from you, Grand Commandant Yang, to report back to the Great Immortal."
Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh? What is it?"
Liu Changzhi's scarlet eyes gradually evolved into snake-like childlike pupils, and his voice became even more hoarse and gloomy.
"Your life!"
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