Chapter 664 No Choice
In the illusion, several years passed in the blink of an eye.
The bronze lampstand in the secret room burst into flames, and the black-clad man kneeling in the shadows had a bloodstain on his forehead.
"My subordinates were incompetent and were about to succeed, but suddenly a few Xuanmen monks intervened and rescued the young prince..."
"Waste!" Xiao Tianhong slammed the table to pieces, not even noticing the splinters piercing his palm. "What's the point of keeping you!"
The man in black lowered his head even lower:
"The thirty-six guards who escorted the young prince have all been killed. However, the swordsman who saved him is quite powerful... We can't stop him..."
"Get out!" Xiao Tianhong's voice, suddenly calm, was even more terrifying than his previous fury. "Pass the order down to secretly search for his whereabouts. If you find any information, report it immediately. Do not act rashly!"
The man in black retreated, and the secret room returned to silence. Only the emperor's face remained half bright and half dark, with an obscure expression.
"Xuanmen?" Xiao Tianhong murmured, "Well... after entering Xuanmen, I should finally be free from this mundane world..."
"If you're going to leave, leave far away and don't come back."
The picture gradually faded, Yun Qingqing sighed softly, pinched her fingers together, and the light and shadow in front of her eyes flowed rapidly again.
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"Brother Emperor, I'm back!"
"Royal brother! Don't cry... I'm fine!"
"It's my fault that I failed to send a message back, causing my royal brother to worry..."
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"Brother Emperor, I beg you to fight!"
"If my royal brother doesn't agree, I won't get up!"
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"I will leave tomorrow. Take care, my royal brother."
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"Your humble servant has fulfilled his mission and has come to report back."
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"I am unworthy of the title of God of War. I only wish to protect the country of Daliang for my royal brother."
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The shouts and cries of killing on the battlefield were getting closer and closer, with thousands of horses galloping and the sound of metal clashing.
The young god of war was holding a long sword and his body was covered in blood. Blood and fire were intertwined around him, and his figure gradually became clear.
Yun Qingqing recognized this scene and her heart tightened again.
When the cold arrow shot into Xiao Changheng's heart, a ray of light exploded, and the arrow pointing directly at his heart was deflected by three points, and a crisp sound of jade breaking could be faintly heard.
The fog rose again, and the blood color of the battlefield faded away. When the vision became clear again, they had arrived at the imperial study a thousand miles away.
The emperor, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, suddenly turned pale and spat a mouthful of blood onto the memorial in his hand.
"Your Majesty! What's wrong with you? Call the imperial physician quickly!" Li Liangui was panicked and stepped forward to support him.
Xiao Tianhong took a breath, clung to Li Liangui's arm tightly, and said in a hoarse and urgent voice:
"Is there any news from the border today?"
Li Liangui didn't understand why, but still said truthfully:
"This... we just received a battle report yesterday. The Regent led his army to drive the enemy back over a hundred miles. The morale of the entire army is high! Your Majesty, don't worry. The Regent is our Daliang's God of War. I believe he will return to the court victorious soon!"
The pain in Xiao Tianhong's eyes did not diminish at all, and he gasped and ordered:
"Go... send a letter immediately. I need to know the battle situation! The sooner the better!"
Li Liangui did not dare to be negligent and was stopped again just as he turned around.
"etc!"
Xiao Tianhong clenched his fists and closed his eyes:
"Send five hundred... no, a thousand elite soldiers to escort him back to the capital!"
"...Yes!" Li Liangui subconsciously accepted the order and went out to convey the decree with a confused look on his face. It was obvious that he didn't understand why he suddenly had to escort the Regent.
Xiao Tianhong stared at the bloodstains on the memorial, his lips moving in an almost inaudible voice:
"Could it be... this... is God's will..."
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Two dusty generals knelt in front of the steps, their armor still covered in dust from the border.
"I will die!" the young general kowtowed heavily. "When I arrived with my troops, the prince's guards were almost all dead or wounded. The prince, despite his injuries, single-handedly killed over eighty assassins, but also..."
"Speak clearly!" Xiao Tianhong pinched his knuckles until they turned white.
"Your Highness's knee armor was pierced by a poisoned blade..." The general swallowed, his tone growing increasingly hesitant. "It's a rare poison from the northern border. The accompanying physician said... the poison has penetrated into his bones, and he'll never stand again... The poison could also... damage his eyes."
There was a dead silence.
The crabapple trees outside the corridor were blown down by the wind, and the child who once took his first steps in front of the side hall has fallen from the altar into dust.
Xiao Tianhong quietly loosened his clenched hands, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Get ready."
"I... go see him."
The emperor's voice was a little hoarse, but Yun Qingqing saw a dark light flash in his eyes.
I felt relieved, yet exhausted and depressed.
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Regent's Palace.
Xiao Tianhong hesitated at the door of the room for a while before pushing it open and stepping inside.
The strong smell of medicine mixed with the smell of blood hit Xiao Tianhong's face, and his footsteps paused again.
The person on the couch lay quietly, his white inner garment soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his bony frame and stained with blood.
The hand that once commanded thousands of troops hung limply outside the quilt, with dark blue poison marks still remaining on the fingertips.
The most striking thing was those eyes - the pupils that were once as sharp as cold stars were now covered with a layer of gray gauze, like dusty glass.
"Everyone, step back." Xiao Tianhong's voice was hoarse than expected.
After all the servants had left, he walked step by step to the bed and held Xiao Changheng's hand.
After a long time, he only let out a low sigh.
"I'm sorry... I have no choice..."
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Two figures were cast on the stone wall of the secret room.
Qing Fengzi's skinny fingers slowly stroked the jade whisk, and the sound was like a poisonous snake swimming across the ice:
"What a good thing you did! The vessel you've been raising for twenty years has become useless. How are you going to explain this to the Divine Master?"
Xiao Tianhong looked at him expressionlessly:
"Who was so eager to sow the seeds of doom? Didn't I warn you of the risks?"
"You!" Qing Fengzi was choked, his eyes becoming more sinister. "Don't think you can shirk responsibility like this! Now that the container is broken, the most urgent thing is that the 70% of the national destiny in him must not be lost again. It's too late..."
"How about as soon as possible?"
Xiao Tianhong suddenly pinched Qingfengzi's wrist, and black air burst out from his sleeves and flowed along the other party's meridians.
"Kill him? Risk his destiny collapsing and returning to the world? Or..." He suddenly tightened his fingers, "Do you want to personally experience the backlash of heaven?"
Qingfengzi suddenly shook him off, retreated three steps, and stared at the rapidly spreading black mark on his left hand, with a trace of fear in his eyes.
"...Then tell me, what else can we do?"
Xiao Tianhong was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"The more desperate he gets, the more his luck will instinctively gather to protect himself, which is actually a bad thing. But..."
"As long as you have enough patience, I have my own way to offer the Lord God every bit of luck."
Qingfengzi narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a while, snorted coldly and flicked his jade whisk.
"I will report this matter in detail to the Lord God's Messenger. You'd better not mess it up!"
After saying that, he turned away.
Xiao Tianhong slowly reached into his arms and took out a jade pendant inlaid with gold. He gently stroked the golden cracks with his fingertips and smiled bitterly.
"That's a full 70% of the nation's destiny... It's a crime to possess a treasure, so this is the only way..."
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