Thirty-seven human heads are hung on the city wall in front of the gate of Langcheng.
The shocking scene immediately sent shivers down the spines of the entire city of Langcheng.
Inside Lingfang Pavilion, Consort Yuan, Yuan Feifei, Zhang Huai'an, and the others who accompanied her were also terrified.
The Shu region is the territory of the Xu family, and the Xu family is deeply loved by the people.
But no one expected that Ren Piaomiao would dare to kill Deng Xuan'an, one of Xu Rong's most valiant generals, as soon as he arrived.
This scene truly left everyone completely baffled as to what Shen Zhao was doing.
However, Shen Zhao, the instigator, remained calm and composed, standing in front of the Lingfang Pavilion gate, quietly watching the snowflakes fall to the ground.
"The north wind sweeps across the land, breaking the white grass; in the eighth month of the lunar calendar, snow flies in the northern regions."
Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of pear trees burst into bloom.
Scattered through the beaded curtain and damp silk screen, the fox fur coat is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general could not control his horn bow, and the protector's iron armor was still cold.
The vast sea is frozen solid, hundreds of feet thick; gloomy clouds gather, stretching for thousands of miles.
The general set out a feast to welcome the returning guests, accompanied by the sounds of the erhu, pipa, and qiang flute.
As the evening snow falls heavily outside the camp gate, the wind whips the red flag, freezing it stiff and unmoving.
At the east gate of Luntai, I saw you off; when you left, the road to Tianshan was covered in snow.
The mountain path winds and turns, and you are no longer in sight; only the horse tracks remain on the snow.
After reciting the poem, Shen Zhao turned around and bowed slightly to Consort Yuan, saying, "I hope you will forgive me for startling Consort Yuan."
Zhang Huai'an couldn't sit still any longer and immediately asked, "Mr. Ren, are you aware that you have caused a terrible disaster? Deng Xuan'an is one of the Eight Tigers under the command of Xu Rong, the King of Shu!"
"so what?"
Shen Zhao asked indifferently.
Zhang Huai'an: "Xu Rong will definitely not let you off the hook, and even the imperial court will likely be implicated because of your recklessness."
"Oh dear~" Shen Zhao sighed, feigning sudden realization and great regret, "Why didn't Deputy Commander Zhang stop me sooner? Now I've caused a terrible disaster, and I'm afraid I can't escape death."
"You still have the mood to joke around!"
Zhang Huai'an was so anxious he didn't know what to do.
"Let's think about how to deal with the wrath of the Prince of Bashu."
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhao smiled slightly: "Then may I ask Commander Zhang, is there any way to remedy this?"
Zhang Huai'an sneered: "I'm afraid we'll have to offer your head to the Prince of Bashu's mansion before we can appease Xu Rong's anger."
"Sigh~ Commander Zhang, you're really joking. I was entrusted by His Majesty to escort Consort Yuan to the Prince of Bashu's residence. How can I die before the mission is completed?"
"Heh, do you think you have only a few days left to live?"
"As the saying goes, it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. Even if you only have one day left, you should cherish your life, don't you think?"
"snort!"
Zhang Huai'an simply stopped talking and sat down in the side seat with a sullen face.
Consort Yuan couldn't help but speak up: "Mr. Ren, now that things have come to this, I only have one question for you: what should we do? If the King of Shu is angered, millions will die!"
"Consort Yuan, do not be afraid. Since it has already happened, we should face it calmly."
As soon as he finished speaking, a Shu army general cautiously entered the inner hall and knelt before Shen Zhao.
"Sir, everything has been done as you instructed. The news of the thirty-seven rebel leaders has been spread to every corner of Shu County through various means."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Huai'an immediately exclaimed, "Mr. Ren, what do you mean by this?!"
"What makes you say that, Deputy Commander Zhang?"
"Deng Xuan'an is dead. The most important thing right now is to conceal his death as much as possible. Why do you still want to make a big fuss about it and let all the places in Shu County know about it? Do you really have a death wish?"
"Deputy Commander Zhang, is this your first day as commander?" Shen Zhao sneered. "Xu Rong lost one of his capable subordinates."
How long can such explosive news be kept secret? It's better to release the news directly, turning the tables and seizing the initiative.
"What do you mean by that? Explain yourself clearly."
Sensing that Shen Zhao's words had a hidden meaning, Zhang Huai'an's curiosity was immediately piqued.
Shen Zhao then slowly explained: "Releasing the news of Deng Xuan'an's death directly will actually make the Shu army's generals at all levels wary."
After all, they lost a peak-stage Transcendent Saint. They'll have to think twice before making a move. In my estimation, we're safe for at least the next seven days.
"What about seven days later?" Zhang Huai'an pressed. "Seven days later, the masters from Sichuan will arrive, and we will surely die without a burial place."
"Ha, a lot can be done in seven days, enough to turn the tide."
What exactly do you want?
Zhang Huai'an keenly sensed that Shen Zhao's trip to Shu this time was anything but ordinary.
"Of course..."
Shen Zhao paused, then turned to look out the window.
"To fulfill His Majesty's mandate."
Then, looking at the anxious Shu general kneeling on the ground, he stepped forward and raised his feather fan.
"Get up, do not be afraid, the disaster you have endured is about to pass. Now please obey my instructions."
Because this will allow you and your family to completely escape your current desperate situation.
...
Xingshi City was the seat of government in Shu.
Inside the magnificent Shu King's mansion, a portly middle-aged man dressed in brocade and silk, exuding an air of wealth, was strolling in the backyard of the royal court with a man in a blue robe.
The old man was Xu Rong, who was quite different from the legendary image of a warrior. His first impression was that of a womanizer and a drunkard.
The man in the blue robe was actually the Heavenly Evil King in disguise. He came to find Xu Rong this time because of news about the descendants of the Jiang clan.
"King of Shu, if you can tell me the whereabouts of the descendants of the Jiang royal family, Jiuyou is willing to offer three spiritual veins within the realm. Please consider this, King of Shu."
Upon hearing this, Xu Rong chuckled and glanced at a guard standing to the side.
The guard stood tall and imposing, his face weathered with age. He exuded an aura of authority, as if Mount Tai could stand firm even if it collapsed before him.
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