Just as Fan Xian put down his wine glass, the faint sound of a zither came from the side of the hall.
Amid the solemn palace music, a eunuch shouted loudly: "Your Majesty has arrived!"
As the words fell, the entire palace fell silent.
The most powerful master in the Kingdom of Qing, His Majesty the Emperor, walked slowly over from the side with the Queen, the mistress of the world, and stood in front of the dragon throne with a gentle smile on his face.
"Long live the emperor."
The ministers in front of the hall knelt down respectfully and saluted, and the guests of the delegation bowed and saluted. The slight tension that originally remained in the hall was completely replaced by an inexplicable feeling of solemnity.
But at this solemn moment, there was only one person sitting behind the table, drinking by himself.
Seeing this scene, the Queen who was accompanying Emperor Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, and a hint of anger flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Before she could open her mouth to reprimand him, Emperor Qing raised his hand, looked at Fan Xian and chuckled, "Fan Xielu, are you dissatisfied with me?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the kneeling ministers suddenly realized that Fan Xian, who had caused rumors all over the capital, was actually still sitting behind the desk.
Fan Xian smiled, placed the wine glass on the table, then slowly stood up, walked behind the kneeling ministers, and bowed perfunctorily.
"Your Majesty, I am indeed somewhat dissatisfied."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ministers on the ground turned around in shock and anger, glaring at Fan Xian.
The queen was furious and shouted, "How dare you, a mere assistant lawyer, to be so arrogant that you refuse to kneel before the emperor and even attempt to challenge his majesty in front of the palace. I will punish you for your disrespect!"
"Someone, take this thief away..."
“Wait!”
Before she could finish, Emperor Qing raised his hand to stop the Queen.
Then, he looked at Fan Xian with a slightly complicated look and spoke slowly.
"I would like to hear what you are dissatisfied with."
Fan Xian smiled, lowered his arms, glanced at the courtiers kneeling on the ground in front of him and said, "My lords, I believe you have also heard the rumors in Tianjing City, right?"
"Today, in front of all the officials in the court and in front of His Majesty the Emperor, I feel I need to clarify something."
"That's not a rumor, it's all true. I am the son of the mistress of the Ye family!"
When these words were spoken, all the ministers showed surprise and doubt on their faces, and they discussed and whispered to each other.
They were not only shocked by Fan Xian's identity, but also by his extremely arrogant behavior.
This is the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, a solemn occasion where His Majesty entertains diplomatic envoys from both countries!
Fan Xian actually dared to admit that he was a traitor in front of His Majesty and the ministers of the Three Kingdoms, and even said that he was dissatisfied with the supreme Emperor...
Doesn't he want to live anymore?
The ministers in the palace were all wondering in confusion, totally unable to understand what Fan Xian was doing.
Fan Xian's enemies, such as the palace editor Guo Baokun, were gloating at this moment, hoping that Fan Xian would act a little more presumptuous so that he could die without a burial place.
As for the Northern Qi delegation and the Dongyi delegation, they just watched coldly.
But the gloating revealed in their eyes made it clear that they wanted to watch this good show to the end.
Fan Xian's voice echoed in the empty hall.
Emperor Qing stared into his eyes expressionlessly and said slowly, "Do you want justice for your mother?"
Fan Xian nodded without hesitation: "That's right."
A surge of anger rose in Emperor Qing’s heart.
This anger was a combination of dissatisfaction with Fan Xian's outrageous behavior and anger at Fan Xian for daring to question him.
“Nonsense!”
Emperor Qing shouted loudly, and all the courtiers in the hall immediately lowered their heads and fell into complete silence.
Even the Northern Qi and Dongyi envoys no longer dared to watch the show with gloating, and they all bowed their heads, not wanting to get into trouble.
In the entire palace, only Fan Xian stood with his head held high, looking at Emperor Qing with a smile on his face.
Seeing this scene, Emperor Qing became even angrier.
He turned his head suddenly, glared at Fan Jian who was kneeling among the ministers, and said:
"Fan Jian, is this how you discipline your son?"
Without waiting for Fan Jian to answer, Fan Xian said leisurely: "I should ask you this question!"
Emperor Qing was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fan Xian with a gloomy expression.
After a moment of silence, Emperor Qing spoke more slowly: "...You know everything?"
Fan Xian nodded as a matter of course: "Of course."
Emperor Qing stared at him intently and asked, "So that's how it is. Is this your proof?"
"There are indeed problems with the Ye family's case back then, but...what kind of place is this? Who are you? How dare you speak nonsense in front of me? Do you really think that just because you are my son, I won't dare to kill you?!"
An angry roar echoed in the empty Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.
Everyone who heard these words, whether they were royal family members competing for the throne like the Crown Prince and the Second Prince, or courtiers from Qing Kingdom and the two countries' envoys, all showed shock on their faces and were speechless at the meaning of these words.
...Fan Xian is actually the emperor's illegitimate son? !
The Crown Prince and the Second Prince both looked at Fan Xian with complicated expressions, as if there were turbulent waves in their hearts.
But Fan Xian didn't care at all. Instead, he shook his head and said, "My name is Fan Xian. I am Ye Qingmei's son and Fan Jian's son. But I can never be your son."
At this point, Emperor Qing calmed down from his extreme anger and began to feel that something was wrong.
He looked at Fan Xian suspiciously, and suddenly said in a cold voice: "Come here, arrest Fan Xian and take him to the Overwatch Council's prison!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the palace guards, who had been ready to take action, immediately took action.
But Fan Xian did not move at all. He just stood there, looking at Emperor Qing with mocking eyes.
Just as dozens of guards were about to approach Fan Xian, an extremely surging wave of air rushed in from outside the hall, like a long dragon, instantly knocking away all the guards around Fan Xian.
Dozens of guards flew backwards, covering a distance of more than ten meters, and crashed into the walls and pillars of the palace.
In just a moment, the entrance of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests was filled with the bodies of the guards lying in disorder.
Although they were all still alive and could even cry out in pain, for some unknown reason, the meridians of all the guards were blocked and they were unable to move.
Seeing this scene, the queen was terrified and shouted quickly: "Protect the emperor!"
In an instant, figures rushed over from all directions, including guards who were already in the palace and masters hiding in the dark.
These people were either guarding Emperor Qing and the Empress, or were mysterious masters who rushed towards Fan Xian and attacked outside the palace.
All the court officials in the hall no longer cared about etiquette. They stood up from the ground in shock or anger and ran to the palace guards for protection.
Those ministers who were skilled in martial arts drew their swords from the waists of the imperial guards and stood in front of the emperor to show their loyalty.
For a moment, the whole hall was in panic, and all kinds of human conditions were revealed in this short period of time.
But at this moment, Emperor Qing no longer had time to examine who was a loyal minister and who was a coward.
He slowly raised his head and looked outside the hall expressionlessly.
A man in black walked in from outside the hall. He gently waved his right hand, and a surge of energy rushed out, knocking down all the palace masters who rushed towards him and Fan Xian.
Emperor Qing noticed that this person only used one hand to attack from a distance.
In his other hand, he was holding the collar of an unconscious person.
“…It’s Eunuch Hong!”
Yun Zhilan, the only ninth-rank master from Dongyi City who remained calm in the hall, now had a look of shock on his face.
"Isn't it said outside that Eunuch Hong Sixiang of the Nanqing Palace is the fourth greatest Grandmaster in the world?"
"He...how could he..."
Before he finished speaking, Yun Zhilan seemed to have thought of something and looked at the man in black in disbelief.
"You...you are the mysterious Grand Master of Northern Qi who massacred the ascetics in the temple?!"
Yun Zhilan’s exclamation was still very clear in the palace.
But neither Emperor Qing, Fan Xian, nor Yamu paid any attention to his exclamation.
Fan Xian turned around and greeted Yamu with a smile.
"Brother Mu, I'm sorry I called you back before we even got to the temple."
"It doesn't matter. I am the time traveler of this world. How could I miss such a thing?"
Yamu answered softly as he loosened Eunuch Hong's collar and swung his sword, knocking down the palace guards one by one.
Emperor Qing looked at the two of them expressionlessly and said, "So this is what you rely on... Where's Wuzhu, is he here too?"
Fan Xian shook his head and said, "There's no need for Uncle Wu Zhu to take action against you."
Emperor Qing suddenly laughed: "Although I don't understand why you would attack your biological father at this time, but you are just a great master, and you want to take my life in the palace. Isn't it a bit too much of a disrespect for me?"
"Alright." Fan Xian sighed, "Just accept the judgment of fate. I know all your cards. I also know that you are a grandmaster."
"I also know that the imperial guards from Kyoto are on their way here. It won't be long before the imperial palace is surrounded."
Emperor Qing was not bothered to wonder why Fan Xian knew the secret he had hidden for more than a decade. He sneered and said, "Since you know everything, why do you dare to come here to seek death?"
Fan Xian grinned, revealing his full set of white teeth: "Guess."
After saying this, Fan Xian took out the Void Jade Card and sent a message: "Okay, the show is about to begin!"
When the news came out, thunder rumbled in the sky outside the palace.
Countless dark clouds rolled over and over, covering the entire palace in an instant.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, golden thunder that was as heavy as several people could hold together struck down, instantly shattering the vault of the entire palace. All the bricks, tiles and broken wood were turned into powder in the violent thunder.
In the blink of an eye, the entire palace was split into an open-air building.
The dim, bluish night sky with a nebula suddenly appeared in front of everyone in the hall.
The imperial guards who were rushing to the palace to protect the emperor were so shocked by this scene that they stopped in their tracks.
The people in the city were also awakened by the huge thunder, and they all stood up to check in confusion.
“Boom!!”
In the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, Emperor Qing and all the court officials in the hall raised their heads and stared blankly at the clouds above their heads.
I saw countless golden thunders surging among the clouds, suddenly turning into thunder dragons, and suddenly turning into thunder beads.
And above the rolling thunderclouds, three tall and mighty golden-armored gods walked on the clouds.
The leader held a dazzling golden sword in his hand, had a heroic face and a dignified temperament, and was covered in golden armor with black patterns, wrapped with golden thunder, looking as majestic and inviolable as the bright sun.
Behind him, countless flags covered the sky, and countless silver-armored gods stood in the clouds, holding magical weapons. Their shadows were dim and stacked up like a ladder to the clouds. There were at least a hundred thousand of them!
The Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, the entire imperial palace, and the entire capital city all witnessed the grand scene of the arrival of a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers.
Everyone was staring at the sky in a daze, and the scenes described in "Journey to the West" could not help but emerge in their minds.
"One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals..."
"It turns out...there really is a heaven in this world!"