Upon seeing this, Nangong Changli immediately stood up from his seat.
His eyes were sharp and ruthless.
This is the best opportunity to get rid of Ning Sijin openly and legitimately, and also to shift the blame to the Westerners.
What was originally a foolproof plan was ruined by Beitang Linyuan!
Unforgivable!
“Young Master Beitang!” he said coldly, “You are not qualified to participate in the competition. Such behavior is a violation of the rules. According to the laws of my Great Yong, you should be punished with five hundred strokes of the cane as a form of discipline!”
"Rules?" Beitang Linyuan turned his head, a slight smile playing on his lips, exuding arrogance. "What are rules?"
"Does watching Westerners assassinate the Fourth Prince and then turning around and accusing them, as you do, make it seem like you're following the rules? Anyone who didn't know better would think you're a spy!"
“Nangong Changli, you are just a minor disciple of the Huashan Sect. Your swordsmanship is not good. You have only gained some fame in the martial arts world by using unorthodox methods such as poisoning.”
"Excuse my bluntness, but if you weren't the prime minister's eldest son, you wouldn't even be worthy of attending this banquet!"
"you……"
Nangong Changli was always raised as a prodigy.
I'm always surrounded by praise and flattery, this is the first time I've been belittled like this!
He tried to retort, but was interrupted by Beitang Linyuan after only uttering one word: "The Emperor and the Queen haven't spoken yet, how dare you bark like a mad dog?"
"If you have come here today representing a force of the martial arts world, I will personally settle scores with you!"
Clean house.
These four simple words, when they reached the ears of Prime Minister Nangong Mi, were particularly ironic.
Nangong Changli is his son, and Beitang Linyuan's purge of the family is probably not just aimed at Changli alone, but at the entire Nangong family.
Beitang Linyuan merely recognized that old man from the Songshan Sect as his adoptive father, and the martial arts world addressed him as "Young Master," which made him increasingly lawless.
He shouldn't have been soft-hearted and let the Beitang family go when he destroyed them.
Nangong Mi cleared his throat: "Nephew Beitang, don't go too far with your words."
“But what I said is the truth.” Beitang Linyuan stared intently at Nangong Mi, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"If Uncle Nangong is unhappy to hear this, don't misunderstand, I did it on purpose."
Having said that, he took two steps forward, despite Nangong Mi's extremely unpleasant expression.
They forcefully dragged Graeme before the emperor and the Western queen, whose faces were contorted with emotion.
Graeme tried to fight back, but as soon as he raised his fist, Beitang Linyuan struck two pressure points with force.
His fierce movement froze in mid-air, waves of excruciating pain washing over him, making him want to scream.
But with the acupoint for speech punctured, he couldn't even make a sound when he shouted.
They could only silently endure it.
Graeme had told me about the pressure point techniques of Eastern generals long ago, but I never expected them to be so effective.
The pressure applied to Beitang Linyuan's acupoints was so strong that it left him feeling weak all over, in excruciating pain, and almost paralyzed.
But he was unable to move, and no one could see anything amiss, so they could only stare blankly as Beitang Linyuan bowed and complained.
“Your Majesty,” Beitang Linyuan pointed at Graeme, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage, “this man deliberately misjudged his sword, attempting to kill our Fourth Prince. I beg you to investigate and punish him severely.”
Upon hearing this, the Western Queen paused, clearly not having mastered Chinese and not quite understanding what Beitang Linyuan meant.
Upon seeing this, Nangong Liuer immediately devised a plan and translated the Western Queen's message in a different way.
“Your Majesty, what he means is that he looks down on you Westerners, thinks that the greatest warrior of the West is extremely weak, and that even all the cavalry of the West combined are not enough to compare with him alone. He would like to ask you to give him a chance to challenge all the warriors of the West alone.”
When the gift was presented, Nangong Liuer noticed that Si Jin could speak English, so she specially used French as a translator.
It was designed to ensure that the Western Queen would understand it, but that the rest of the people in the Great Yong Dynasty would not.
Isn't Beitang Linyuan known for his tendency to stand out?
Let those Western cavalrymen tear him apart, and see what strength he has left to challenge his father and brothers!
Seeing the change in the Western Queen's expression, Nangong Liu'er's rosy lips slowly curved upwards.
Just as he was about to add fuel to the fire and completely end Beitang Linyuan's life, he heard Si Jin's calm and methodical voice coming from the side.
She spoke in French again: "Your Majesty, she is lying."
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