Chapter 432: Your Majesty! Lord Zhao is dead in Fengcheng! (Long Chapter)
In the court.
As Zhao Duan finalized the details, several people in the hall stood up. Gongshu Tianyuan took out the red veil again and said with a smile:
"Let's go. We have to put on a full show. The three of us have to come in openly from outside once."
Jin Jian rolled his eyes, and Lang Shiba walked over silently, a typical man of few words.
According to Zhao Duan's arrangement, the three of them needed to come back from outside and report the situation of the Forbidden City Villa to Prefect Luan.
Magistrate Luan looked at the three people who disappeared, then stood up and walked out:
"Young Master Zhao, please rest in the house. I will go out and deal with the aftermath."
Lihuatang Jinyi also followed him out.
In the room, only Zhao Duan, Zhuang Xiaocheng, Yunxi, Jiyue, and Haitang and Zhang Han who "died at the foot of the cliff" were left.
Together with the two brothers and sisters from the Tianshi Mansion who had to leave "discouraged", the size of the entire "Secretly Crossing Chencang" team reached a staggering eight people.
"There are too many people here. I should have brought fewer people up the mountain." Zhao Duan sighed softly.
Haitang, who was about to be "faked dead", sneered:
"We want to fake our own deaths with you, and you're still not satisfied? Or you can treat Zhang Han and me as corpses, throw us in coffins, and transport us back to Beijing with the main force. It's better to return to Beijing lying down than to sleep in the open with you, and I'd rather do that."
Zhao Duan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's okay if I said something wrong."
He turned to look at Yunxi again and said:
"By the way, I also need you to make a list. In other words, which of the members of the Kuangfu Society captured today do you think can be won over and are worth saving?"
Yun Xi was stunned for a moment, incredulous: "Are you still willing to forgive some of the rebels?"
She felt that she was increasingly unable to understand this treacherous minister.
Zhao Duan smiled slightly:
"I'm not some evil person, but I have a condition. Those who you believe were deceived by Old Dog Zhuang and are worth saving must publicly accuse Zhuang Xiaocheng and serve as witnesses to convict him."
He sighed, "How can such a grand trial be without witnesses?"
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A lot of things happened in Fengcheng that day.
First, the "immortal master" Lu Zhengchun was beheaded, and the execution ground was "robbed" twice. In the end, his head fell off, and it was said that his death was miserable.
He died from being stabbed in the buttocks by a sharp knife...all the onlookers were amazed.
Next, the government troops searched the entire city for the rebels. People were only allowed to enter Fengcheng but not leave, and the arrests continued until night.
However, the most sensational event was when Gongshu Tianyuan and his two companions rushed back to the city, their faces filled with sorrow, and reported to the prefect Luan Cheng:
Zhao Shaobao led a group of elite soldiers to raid the rebel's lair and died together with the "bandit leader" Zhuang Xiaocheng.
As soon as the news came out, the whole city was in an uproar.
Deputy General Yuanji's face turned pale, and cold sweat immediately soaked his armor. Luan Cheng immediately appointed the county magistrate to take charge, and he personally led a large number of officers and soldiers to the Forbidden City Villa.
They took a detour into the valley below the cliff and found that the entire mountain had collapsed, almost forming a small hill. The officers and soldiers were stationed there and dug and searched all night long.
Countless torches burned out overnight.
In the end, only a dozen blurred and smashed bodies were dug out from the rubble.
It is said that the deaths of Zhao Duan and his group, as well as Zhuang Xiaocheng, were confirmed based on the clothes and scattered ornaments found on the corpses.
Afterwards, the prefect Luan Cheng returned to the city almost like a devil, and personally ordered that the rebels captured in the city be packed into a whole convoy. He personally led the prisoner convoy, escorted by Yuan Ji and other officers and soldiers, and went north to Beijing to apologize.
Two disciples of the Tianshi Temple left in the name of traveling. It was said that they were in low spirits and shed tears when they left.
The surviving Lang Shiba followed the team and personally escorted Zhao Duan's "cemetery" back to Beijing.
The sky was covered with dark clouds that day, with sporadic snowflakes falling. The escort team was all dressed in mourning.
Before that, in order to make the play more complete, the news of Zhao Duan's death was also delivered north to the capital via falcons in the army.
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In a teahouse in a small town a few miles west of Fengcheng.
“Woo woo—”
The cold wind blew the thatched roof. Qi Yuchun had a blank expression on his face as he felt the snowflakes mixed in the cold wind hitting his face. On his tired and numb face were the dark bags under his eyes that came from several sleepless days and nights.
"Close the window. You don't mind the cold, but I do."
Inside the house, next to a red-hot stove, Ren Kun, wearing a khaki robe, sat in a broken chair, rubbing his hands and warming himself by the fire.
A face was illuminated by the fire and turned red.
Qi Yuchun didn't look back and said in a hoarse voice, "The convoy escorting the prisoners has left the city."
Ren Kun said unhappily, "So? What? You still want to rob the prison van? If you want to go, go by yourself. I'm not interested."
With their strength, killing people is no problem, but saving people is another matter.
There were hundreds of prisoners in the entire escort team, all of whom had their cultivation destroyed or were injured, losing their ability to move for a short period of time.
The two of them couldn't leave with all that baggage. Saving them would be pointless.
What's more, these people were carefully selected by Zhuang Xiaocheng, who was ready to take the opportunity to kick them out of the Kuangfu Society team and sacrifice them as pawns.
Ren Kun had no motivation to risk his life to save her.
Qi Yuchun said in a distraught voice, "It would be great if we could retrieve the Master's body."
Ren Kun glanced at him coldly and said sarcastically:
"The man's dead, and you're being so loyal. Do you think those soldiers can really dig out a body from the bottom of the cliff? It's just unrecognizable limbs."
Qi Yuchun was convinced. He sighed bitterly, turned around and looked at Ren Kun:
"It's not that I'm loyal... I just don't know what to do next. My current idea is to slowly gather the remaining members who fled that day and are still hiding in Fengcheng, and then go find the princess and the young master.
Although the Battle of Fengcheng resulted in heavy losses, His Highness Jianwen's widow is still here, the banner of the Kuangfu Society remains, and we still have personnel scattered across various locations...
"But, without Master Zhuang, who among the remaining members of the society can still command the support of the people? Who is qualified to take up the banner again? Is it you? Or me?"
He shook his head dejectedly and said:
"You and I are only good at fighting, and we can't rally people's support, and the others in the society don't have the qualifications.
So, isn't the only option left to us to flee? Perhaps we should take the princess and the prince away from Yu State and seek refuge in a more remote place."
This great commander-in-chief seemed to have lost his spirit and was thinking of breaking up.
Ren Kun was silent for a moment and said:
"Actually... there's something I haven't told you. Before the Grand Tutor died, before he ordered the assassination of Zhao, he secretly gave me a brocade bag and told me that if anything unexpected happened, I couldn't open it until three days later.
But I didn't expect that the 'accident' he mentioned would actually mean blowing up the mountain and killing everyone."
"Treasure bag?" Qi Yuchun was stunned, his breathing quickened, and he took a few steps forward: "Where is it?"
"Today is the third day after the assassination, and I have secretly opened it."
Ren Kun took out a brocade bag from his bosom and threw it to him: "There's an address inside."
Qi Yuchun hurriedly took out a piece of paper. There was nothing else on it, only a line of address. The location was west of Fengcheng, at the border with Linfeng.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Qi Yuchun seemed to have a backbone, his eyes lit up:
"That's right! I was foolish. With the Master's wisdom, if he had already planned to die together, how could he not have thought of making arrangements for his afterlife? He must have calculated this, and it makes sense to make arrangements! Let's go."
Only then did he finally understand why Ren Kun looked so calm and not confused.
"What's the rush? Let's have lunch first..."
"I'll give you a big gun, will you eat it?"
“…”
The sorcerer Ren Kun had no choice but to be dragged out of the teahouse by the anxious Qi Yuchun. The two of them wrapped themselves in cotton clothes and rode west on horseback.
After another day's journey, we finally arrived at the border of Linfeng and Binhai at noon on the second day. There was an inn next to an official road in the forest where people could stay.
"This is it! Let's go in and take a look."
Qi Yuchun looked up at the inn sign, dismounted, and entered the courtyard of the inn with Ren Kun. A waiter came up to greet them enthusiastically, "Would you like to stay at the inn?"
"Yes, let's get two rooms." Qi Yuchun pretended to be nonchalant and opened the rooms slowly. Then he asked the shopkeeper casually:
"Is Room A No. 1 gone?"
The innkeeper said, "I'm sorry, room number one is reserved for a guest who has been staying there for seven days."
The two looked at each other, paid the money, put their luggage in place, and then knocked on the door of room number one while no one was paying attention.
"Enter."
A man's voice was heard in the room.
The two men were skilled and brave, and they immediately pushed open the door. The furnishings in the inn were simple, the stove was burning, and the doors and windows were closed.
A figure in a black cloak stood by the window with his back to the two of them, looking out at the pale winter day.
Qi Yuchun closed the door behind him, and he and Ren Kun stared at the mysterious man warily, saying:
"Are you waiting for someone, sir?"
The cloaked man said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Is Zhuang Xiaocheng dead?"
Their hearts skipped a beat: "Dead, together with Zhao Duan."
Ren Kun hesitated and said, "The Grand Tutor asked me to come here three days after his death. I think it was to see you. I wonder what arrangements the Grand Tutor has made? Please let me know."
Qi Yuchun was secretly on guard: "Sir, could you please turn around and talk to me face to face?"
The man by the window turned a deaf ear and just chewed on the word "dead" for a long time, then let out a long sigh.
Immediately, he slowly turned around to face the two of them, and from his cloak emerged two well-proportioned hands, which were obviously those of a wealthy family.
He slowly took off his hood, revealing a face that looked noble and imposing, but which should have long ceased to exist in this world.
Ren Kun was stunned.
Qi Yuchun's eyes widened as if he had been struck by lightning. He opened his mouth and said in disbelief:
"Second...Your Highness?!"
Xu Jianwen, the second prince of the Yu Kingdom who had launched the Xuanmen coup and massacred the imperial palace three years ago and died outside the Meridian Gate, stared at the two of them calmly:
"We meet again."
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Capital city.
Outside the Meridian Gate of the Imperial Palace, the ministers gathered once again, preparing for their daily court session.
Zhao Duan traveled back and forth, and the journey was long and arduous. In the blink of an eye, more than two months had passed since the New Year.
By the end of winter, the capital is no longer so cold, and spring is not far away.
A group of veteran officials also seemed much more relaxed when they went to court, as they didn't have to brave the wind and snow.
Moreover, starting from the beginning of the year, a series of reforms led by the New Deal began to take effect.
After the national treasury recovered, the cold body of the 600-year-old giant of the Dayu Dynasty began to warm up again. More and more people in the court showed joy on their faces, and the frosty face of Empress Xu Zhenguan also showed the vitality of the god of spring.
As the bells rang, the ministers entered the hall.
Xu Zhenguan, wearing a dragon robe and a pearl curtain crown, sat on the dragon throne, and the ministers made reports in turn.
The process was uneventful, just routine matters.
——Most of the time, court sessions are just about trivial matters, and rarely anything major happens.
Just like what Zhao Duan knew in his previous life:
Only minor matters and matters that have been discussed by all parties and have gone through the formalities in the Golden Palace are often the mainstream of the morning court.
All major issues are decided by a small group of people in private meetings.
And even the most important things often only exist in the hearts and secrets of a very small number of people.
As the morning court session was drawing to a close, Li Yanfu suddenly walked out and said:
"Your Majesty, Young Master Zhao has been away from the capital for a long time. I wonder when he will return?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the ministers changed slightly, and the old rival Yuan Li even glanced at the old immortal with his eyes slanted.
Behind the pearl curtain of Xu Zhenguan sitting on the dragon throne, a pair of bright eyes also revealed a cold light.
Li Yanfu, with his gray hair and wrinkled face and stubble at his temples, seemed oblivious to the many gazes. Seeing that the empress did not respond, he continued:
"During the grand New Year's Eve banquet, Zhao Shaobao publicly issued a military warrant, declaring it would take three months to capture Zhuang Xiaocheng. It's already been over two months...
This old minister is not deliberately trying to embarrass Zhao Shaobao, but the matter of the rebel leader is of great importance and cannot be neglected. This old minister is also worried that Zhao Shaobao has been away for a long time and has not sent any letters back. Has something unexpected happened? "
"Prime Minister, be careful with your words!"
Sitting on the dragon throne, the majestic and graceful empress interrupted him and said coldly:
"The arrest of the rebels is a top secret. How can we let the news leak out through a letter? Since it's not even three months yet, the Prime Minister should put his mind to it and do his job. Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."
That's quite rude.
Li Yanfu immediately bowed deeply and said, "Old minister... understand."
Xu Zhenguan was unhappy. He stood up and said, "If there is nothing else, then I will leave..."
He was about to utter the words "retire from court".
Suddenly, a long "urgent report" was heard outside the Golden Palace.
Even if the palace door is closed, you can still hear it.
The ministers were stunned, and Xu Zhenguan also frowned.
Unless it was an urgent matter, the palace servants would never come to report during court sessions.
"Go and take a look." The empress ordered the "female prime minister" standing beside her.
Mo Chou said "Yes", immediately walked down the steps, and quickly went out of the hall through the side door. After a while, Mo Chou returned and said:
"Your Majesty, this is an urgent military report from Binhaidao!"
Binhaidao? An urgent report from the military?
Xu Zhenguan's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "Announce!"
The palace door slowly opened, and an armored imperial guard entered the palace, kneeling on one knee, not daring to look up:
"Your Majesty! Deputy General Yuanji of the Binhaidao Military Headquarters and Prefect Luan Cheng, signed, are sending an urgent report back to the capital regarding Zhao Shaobao's capture of the rebel leader!"
Xu Zhenguan's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously took a few steps forward with joy in his eyes. He glanced at Li Yanfu below, only to see that the old prime minister was obviously stunned, as if he had not expected such a coincidence.
I just asked and got the result.
And since the urgent report was sent back from thousands of miles away, there must have been some gain.
The ministers were slightly disturbed and looked at him curiously.
Xu Zhenguan had a smile on her face. Logically, she should have personally reviewed it first, but thinking of Li Yanfu's complaint just now, she felt a sense of mischief and said:
"What is the content of this urgent report? Please read it out to all the nobles."
"yes!"
The imperial guard responded, tore open the secret envelope, pulled out the contents, glanced at them quickly, and was obviously stunned for a moment, but he didn't dare to look up, so he had to bite the bullet and said:
"Binhai Dao Prefect Luan Cheng and Military Vice Admiral Yuan Ji present this report to Your Majesty."
"Zhao Shaobao entered Fengcheng and identified the purple-robed Taoist Lu Zhengchun... beheaded him... using him as bait to launch a surprise attack on the rebels' headquarters..."
"...The Forbidden City Villa collapsed, and the rebel leader Zhuang Xiaocheng, along with Zhao Shaobao and his men, fell off a cliff... No trace of their bodies remained..."
"... Later, body parts and other objects were excavated... Over a hundred rebels were arrested and escorted to Beijing, arriving shortly..."
quiet.
The Golden Palace suddenly fell into deathly silence.
There was nothing wrong at the beginning of the report, but when they heard that Zhao Duan and Zhuang Xiaocheng fell off a cliff and were buried in the collapsed rocks, only broken limbs were found.
All the civil and military officials in the court seemed to be under a spell, and everyone was stunned on the spot.
Yuan Li opened her lips slightly, as if she didn't hear clearly.
Master Dong seemed to be distracted, his eyes out of focus.
Li Yanfu's eyes widened a little bit and his pupils narrowed. He was also shocked by the news.
"Zhao Duan...died? Died together with Zhuang Xiaocheng? Buried on the cliff?"
At the entrance of the hall, Mo Chou, who was standing near the imperial guards, also froze. She felt her head buzzing, and a strong sense of unreality and absurdity arose in her heart.
That annoying guy... died? Just like that?
Mo Chou suddenly felt something was wrong, and she looked up abruptly, her gaze fixed on the dragon throne on the high platform at the end of the group of ministers.
The figure of the empress wearing a dragon robe.
It was visibly evident that Xu Zhenguan's entire body was stiff, and the smiling face behind the pearl curtain suddenly turned pale, as if all the energy had been drained out.
Then……
This Heavenly Man Realm expert suddenly... stumbled...
Couldn't stand still!
Xu Zhenguan stepped back several steps, feeling dizzy and the world spinning. She felt weak all over and subconsciously held onto the armrest of the dragon throne. A tear fell from her eyes almost instinctively and unconsciously.
Then, the Queen of Dayu used the last of her rationality to suppress her chaotic emotions and uttered two words:
"Retreat... retreat from the court."
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The ministers dispersed the court.
As all the civil and military officials hurried out of the palace with expressions of worry, anger, emptiness or hidden joy on their faces, the news that Zhao Duan and Zhuang Xiaocheng had died together spread like wildfire in the officialdom at a terrifying speed.
Imperial Court.
In the Governor's Hall, Ma Yan did not attend court today. According to his usual habit, he sat in the hall and reviewed the reports from various halls.
Suddenly, a figure came running hurriedly from outside the hall. It was Zhou Cang, the captain who had dealt with Zhao Duan before.
Zhou Cang was panting, looking solemn. He ran in two steps at a time and almost tripped over the threshold in the process.
"Dugong! Dugong! Something big has happened!"
Ma Yan heard the shouting through the door, put down the pen and paper in his hand, and was puzzled to see that Zhou Cang didn't even knock on the door and just rushed in.
"What happened? Why are you so panicked?" Ma Yan stood up and asked with a frown.
Zhou Cang took two breaths before saying, "Today's morning court..."
"Morning court? Nothing big happened in the court today. What could have caused you to lose your composure like this?" Ma Yan was puzzled.
Zhou Cang shook his head and waved his hand, saying:
"No, it's not the morning court... Oh, it's the morning court... It doesn't matter! It's an urgent report from Binhaidao. Zhao Duan, Zhao Shaobao, and Zhuang Xiaocheng have all perished. They're dead!"
Dead...dead...Zhao Duan is dead...
Ma Yan was confused for a moment, lost in thought: "What... did you say?!"
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Zhao's house.
Early this morning, the mistress Eugene Hua dragged her daughter out of bed and ordered the servants to clean the house.
Well, mainly according to custom, all the bedding and bath towels in the house were hung out to dry in the yard.
"Mom, why are you drying your quilt in the sun in the winter?"
Zhao Pan was holding the little Pekingese dog, pouting and complaining under the eaves.
In front of her, the entire yard was lined with long bamboo poles, and servants were walking between them, spreading bedding on them.
Eugene Hua was directing the group, and now she came over and poked her daughter's forehead with a finger:
"It's such a rare day. If you don't air the quilt, it will get infested with bugs. Besides, when your big brother comes back, you need a warm quilt to cover yourself with."
“…Then why not buy a new one…” Zhao Pan retorted weakly.
Eugene Hua was furious: "After a few days of good times, you don't know how to be frugal? Is your eldest brother's money easy to earn? Doesn't he still have to travel so far on business trips? Working so hard?"
"That's not what I meant..." Zhao Pan sighed and was about to turn around and leave.
Suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry came from outside the yard:
"Madam! Miss, it's terrible! Dalang is gone! Dalang is gone!"
Everyone in the yard was stunned and looked at the same time, only to see the old steward of the Zhao family stumbling in at the door, his face covered in tears, and falling to the ground with a thud.
She cried out the news she had heard through the colorful sheets and quilts fluttering in the air.
Zhao Pan was stunned, and the puppy in his arms slipped and fell to the ground. The Pekingese cried out in pain, but seemed to sense that something was wrong in the atmosphere, so it tucked its tail between its legs and dared not bark.
Big brother is gone... gone... The girl's head was buzzing, and she felt that the sheets in front of her instantly lost their color and turned black and white.
She turned her head and subconsciously looked at her mother, but she only saw Eugene Hua's face as pale as paper, and she fell to the ground.
"mother!"
"Call the doctor!"
The Zhao family was in chaos.
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Tianshi Mansion.
Deep in the courtyard, the big banyan tree is still lush and green in this winter, and the flowers and plants in the entire courtyard are fragrant, as if it is not in the same season as the outside world.
Zhang Yanyi, a tall old Taoist priest with narrow eyes and brows, sat in a rattan chair, flipping through the jade scroll of heavenly book in his hand.
Suddenly, he had an idea and looked towards the gate.
A moment later, the courtyard door creaked open by itself, and a priest trotted in and bowed respectfully:
"Tianshi, I just received news that Zhao Duan and Zhuang Xiaocheng fell off a cliff in Fengcheng, Binhai Road... their bodies are nowhere to be found..."
Zhang Yan frowned, his face showing confusion.
His right hand slowly placed on the jade slip in front of him, his eyes closed.
Then, the golden characters on the jade slips broke free from the constraints of the Heavenly Book, stood up, and ran on the "ground" spread out by the jade slips like a group of little people, cheering and quarreling, and changing positions with each other.
The chaos lasted for a long time before the villain-like characters finally found their "new home" and merged into the jade slips.
The heavenly book actually turned into a new article through the rearrangement of the words, which was surprisingly the result of divination about this matter.
Zhang Yan opened his eyes and glanced at the words in the heavenly book. His eyebrows raised slightly, as if he smiled, and muttered:
"Slippery."
Immediately, he waved his hand nonchalantly: "Got it."
The priest who reported the news did not dare to ask any more questions and was about to leave when he was suddenly stopped by the old Taoist priest.
Zhang Yan thought for a moment and said, "If His Majesty comes later, tell him I'm sleeping and won't see anyone."
The priest was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "I will obey the order."
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The Imperial Palace, outside the Empress's bedroom.
Mo Chou held up her skirt with both hands and ran quickly along the long corridor. The female officials along the way saluted her one after another, but she did not stop at all.
She didn't stop until she reached the door of the bedroom and knocked carefully.
"Enter."
Hearing the sound from inside the house, Mo Chou breathed a sigh of relief, pushed open the door with both hands and stepped in.
After closing the door, he took two steps forward and lifted the curtain that blocked the cold wind.
In the warm little hall, antique shelves, calligraphy and paintings, bonsai and green plants are decorated everywhere.
The empress changed out of her dragon robe and returned to her white clothes with her black hair falling like a waterfall. She was sitting quietly in front of the coffee table, staring at the beautifully trimmed green plants in the large vase opposite.
She was fair and beautiful, with a face that looked like a fairy from heaven, expressionless and unusually calm.
Only her slightly red eyes revealed that the empress was far less calm inside than she appeared.
"Your Majesty?" Mo Chou asked cautiously:
"Is your dragon body still..."
"I'm fine." Xu Zhenguan's voice was also very calm, as if he had really recovered from his grief.
But Mochou did not dare to take it lightly. She clearly witnessed how the empress lost her composure in the Golden Palace. As far as she could remember, the last time she lost her composure was after the Xuanmen coup three years ago.
"I've already sent people to warn all the major government offices not to spread rumors or discuss... the Fengcheng incident. The military emergency report was too brief, and its authenticity is still unknown. If it gets out, I'm afraid it will cause unrest among those with ulterior motives..."
Mo Chou said cautiously, "This servant has the audacity to make this arrangement. If Your Majesty finds it inappropriate..."
"You're thoughtful."
Xu Zhenguan withdrew his gaze, turned back, nodded at her, and gave her a faint smile.
Mo Chou was stunned for a moment. She walked carefully to the side of the Empress and asked tentatively:
"Your Majesty..."
Xu Zhenguan saw through her thoughts and said softly:
"Do you think Zhao Duan is someone who will die easily?"
"Uh..." Mo Chou hesitated and said, "Lord Zhao is a lucky man. There may be false reports in the army..."
Xu Zhenguan shook her head, her gaze wandering, as if looking towards the south:
"Before he left the capital, I gave him a teleportation orb for self-defense. If he encounters danger, he only needs to crush it and be transported a thousand miles away.
I was wondering, as Luan Cheng said in his letter, did he have the chance to crush the pearl in the Forbidden City Villa?
He should have, after all... the last time he left the capital and was ambushed by the monk Dajing, he knew to keep the teleportation device close to his body... How could someone as fearful of death as him be completely unprepared?"
Mo Chou was stunned. She finally realized that the Empress was not overly sad.
"Your Majesty, are you saying...that Lord Zhao is...faking his death?"
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ps: 7,000-word chapter, I will continue to try long chapters tomorrow.
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