Chapter 498: Clearing the Court
After Murong Jing led the crowd to leave Yangjia Village, he felt uneasy and as if the world was turning upside down.
The contents of the letter were more eye-catching than blood and kept circling in her mind.
Wen Quan, the general of Danzhou... Although Murong Jing had never seen him before, she had heard of him. He was a rare and good general.
What the letter said was that there were rebels from the northern border hiding in Yangjia Village, and asked him to go and wipe them out.
Why...would it be the "rebels" in Northern Xinjiang?
And the scene where he saw Wenquan slaughtering the villagers, was there any hidden story behind it?
Murong Jing had never felt so confused after killing someone.
She quickened her pace and was determined to get back to the camp to ask her father for clarification.
Finally, the outline of the Northern Frontier Camp appeared before her eyes.
Murong Jing whipped his horse as fast as he could and galloped all the way to the main tent of King Zhenbei. He dismounted and almost rushed in.
"Father! What is the Yang Village——"
Murong Jing looked at the expression on King Zhenbei's face and stopped talking abruptly.
The atmosphere in the main tent was extremely depressing.
The King of Zhenbei sat in front of the desk, staring at the bright yellow scroll on the desk without saying a word. Mu'er stood beside him. The expressions of the two were the heaviest that Murong Jing had ever seen.
Murong Jing asked nervously, "Father, what happened?"
The voice of King Zhenbei was so heavy that it seemed as if a huge stone weighing a thousand pounds was pressing down on it.
He slowly picked up the scroll and said in a low and solemn voice: "See for yourself..."
Murong Jing stepped forward and found out that it was an imperial edict.
When she opened it and read the contents, her pupils trembled violently and she was horrified!
"His Majesty said that you have your own army and are suspected of treason.
Grant... suicide! ? "
The imperial edict fell to the ground from Murong Jing's hands. She murmured in disbelief:
"Impossible, how could His Majesty issue such an order...
Father, someone must have framed me!"
King Zhenbei looked at Murong Jing's reaction with a deep gaze and spoke slowly:
"But if the king wants his subject to die, he must die."
"No, father, I will go to the capital to see you immediately. There must be a misunderstanding!"
Murong Jing turned around and was about to leave, but the King of Zhenbei suddenly stood up and stopped her:
"Jing'er!"
His tone was serious, and he said word by word:
"Since your majesty has decided to kill you, once you enter the capital, you will be held hostage to force my father to submit."
Murong Jing stopped in her tracks, turned around stiffly, and said in a daze:
"But how can I watch my father being forced into a dead end by an imperial decree?"
Hearing her say this, a look of satisfaction finally flashed in the eyes of King Zhenbei, and the corners of Mu'er's mouth rose slightly without being noticed.
"Jing'er, come and sit down."
King Zhenbei stepped forward and gently pulled Murong Jing to sit down, saying earnestly:
"The treacherous ministers in power have been making false accusations for many years, and Your Majesty has listened to them and believed them, and wants to get rid of us father and daughter.
Now we are at the mercy of others, and only by eliminating the treacherous officials around Your Majesty and rectifying the government can we save our lives and clear our names."
"Father wants to..." Murong Jing suddenly raised her head, her cracked lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't utter those three words.
"Clear the emperor's side." King Zhenbei looked straight into her eyes and said.
After a brief silence, Murong Jing suddenly stood up and took a step back, with obvious resistance in her eyes.
King Zhenbei raised his head, his eyes sharp.
"You and I have fought on the battlefield our entire lives and killed countless enemies. Do you really want to watch your father being killed by those little people in the court who talk nonsense about state affairs?"
"No..." Murong Jing felt as if countless hands were tearing her thoughts apart frantically, causing her unbearable pain.
King Zhenbei's voice slowed down a bit:
"Jing'er, if I order you to be the vanguard and take down Danzhou City for your father within fifteen years, would you be willing?"
"What...!?" Murong Jing widened her eyes.
Attacking Danzhou? Those were all soldiers from Daliang, brothers who had fought against foreign enemies together!
How could she possibly draw her knife against her own people!
King Zhenbei observed Murong Jing's reaction, and suddenly smiled. He stood up, patted her back to comfort her, and said softly:
"Jing'er, father was just joking. How could father really do such a thing?"
"Are you kidding?" Murong Jing was stunned. She took the tea from Mu'er and held it in her hands, looking confused. "Then the imperial edict..."
"The imperial edict is true." Zhenbei Wang said.
"But there should still be room for maneuver. When my father writes a letter to the emperor to appeal, will you deliver it to the capital?"
Murong Jing breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't worry, father. I will persuade His Majesty to take back his order. If there are treacherous officials in the court who slander your father, I will find them out and punish them severely!"
Having said this, she finally felt thirsty after running around for several days, so she raised her head and drank the tea in the cup.
"Oh, father, when I arrived at Yangjia Village last night, I saw a group of people slaughtering villagers.
But they are not the remnants of the Great Purification in disguise, but the official troops of Danzhou."
"Is Wenquan dead?" King Zhenbei suddenly asked.
Murong Jing nodded, "He was stabbed off his horse by the boy—"
Halfway through her words, Murong Jing suddenly looked up, with a look of fear rapidly growing in her eyes.
"No, how do you know it's Wenquan? Could it be..."
"Silly child." King Zhenbei stretched out his hand and touched Murong Jing's hair lovingly.
Murong Jing, who had not slept for several days, felt her strength quickly draining away. Her knees softened and she fell into the arms of King Zhenbei.
She used her last bit of strength to glance at the teacup on the ground, and her eyes were finally swept by endless darkness and she lost consciousness.
"Because Wenquan is dead, Danzhou is in my father's pocket..."
A smile gradually crept onto the face of King Zhenbei, and he said to Mu'er behind him:
"Take the young lady down to rest. Without my order, she must not be allowed to leave the tent. Anyone who disobeys my order will be killed!"
"yes."
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