Chapter 586 - 381: The Enraged Emperor. Let Dongchang Handle the Crown Prince!

Chapter 586: Chapter 381: The Enraged Emperor. Let Dongchang Handle the Crown Prince!

At this critical moment between life and death: "If you don’t mind, gentlemen, please wait here for a while."

Xio Fenghe’s voice suddenly came from behind the Sword Array, the tone so gentle, it sent chills down the spine.

The head who was just brimming with killing intent suddenly smiled broadly, the killing aura from before completely vanished.

With a flick of his sleeve, dozens of Qingfeng Sect disciples already lined up with medicine boxes, seeming ready to treat the wounds of the Dongchang crowd.

The Dongchang crowd looked at each other in disbelief, Cao Er’s tense shoulders relaxed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

This sudden change, instead, assured them—godfather must be fine, might even be watching all this from somewhere.

Otherwise, with Xio Fenghe’s temperament, he would have already torn them to pieces.

Mountain wind swept through the martial arts field, lifting a few blood-stained bamboo leaves.

Both parties seemed harmonious, but in reality, True Qi was surging secretly.

Beneath this momentary calm, currents were silently converging.

"Mr. Xio is very kind." Cao Er clasped his hands in return, yet still secretly maintaining vigilance by circulating energy.

Before finishing, the entire Qing Peak suddenly trembled violently.

Everyone turned around in shock, only to see towards the restricted area of the back mountain, a snow-colored light beam shot skyward, tearing open the rolling sea of clouds into a massive vortex.

In the light beam, the faintly visible snake robe turned over, and that figure which they were all too familiar with, was standing in the air.

Surrounded by a chilling aura ten times more terrifying than before.

The towering snow-colored light beam suddenly shrank, as if pulled back by an invisible hand to the heavens.

Before everyone recovered from the shock, a figure in snake robes already appeared on the distant mountain path.

Seemingly walking casually, but actually shrinking the earth into inches.

With each step Lu Xuan took, a glittering frost pattern spread over the bluestone within three feet.

By the time the seventh step landed, he silently appeared before the Dongchang crowd, the afterimage behind him not yet completely dissipated.

"Go."

The single word pierced their eardrums like an ice spike, causing the bodies of Dongchang’s Twelve Guardians to tremble violently.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fourth life)

Realm: Land Immortal (Just entered)

Cultivation Technique: Extreme Cold Palm 13/9

Points: 16100

The mountain wind suddenly intensified, at the moment Lu Xuan turned around, the mist over the entire Qing Peak suddenly solidified, as if influenced by some force.

Xio Fenghe led the Qingfeng Sect crowd to kneel on the ground, only then realizing in shock that their back was already soaked with cold sweat until the snake robes disappeared at the end of the three thousand stone steps.

This time, the face of his sect considered righteous is utterly lost.

Capital!

In the study of Mr. Qing’s residence, the sinking fragrance of a censer rose spirally in a bronze burner.

Mr. Qing’s withered fingers rubbed a celadon tea cup, the Longjing tea within already cooled.

He gazed at the Prince in regular garb before him, a hint of worry flickering in his eyes: "Your Highness, this old minister has served three dynasties and seen too many impatient princes and heirs..."

Outside the window, swaying bamboo shadows fragmented the Prince’s unsettled face into pieces.

This Crown Prince, over thirty, suddenly clenched his fist, joints making a light "crack": "Teacher! You don’t know, I have waited too long."

"Father, why hasn’t he..."

"Watch your words!"

Mr. Qing’s tea cup landed heavily on the table, raising a wisp of incense ash.

"Your Highness, we have stirred the serpent by manipulating those Jianghu sects behind the curtains."

"If His Majesty found out that you’ve falsely delivered imperial orders..." Mr. Qing suddenly lowered his voice.

"How the second Prince was deposed ten years ago, have you forgotten, Your Highness?"

A draft wind swept past, flipping the books on the table with a rustling sound, pausing at a certain page.

The Prince stared at the five words "欲速则不达" (more haste, less speed), anger gradually turning to coldness in his eyes.

"Teacher, there’s no need to advise again on this matter."

"I will not let those damned ones from Dongchang go."

The Prince suddenly rose with a sweep of his sleeve, the jade dragon pendant at his waist collided with the corner of the purple sandalwood desk, making a piercing cracking sound.

His eyes were bloodshot, the once handsome face now grim as a demon: "If not for Dongchang’s vile dogs, Qinghan wouldn’t have left me."

Mr. Qing’s pupils constricted suddenly: "Your Highness! Dongchang is His Majesty’s knife."

Saying this, he trembled and knelt down, "Are you really going to contend with your father over a woman?"

After Mr. Qing spoke, the Prince suddenly burst into mad laughter, his laughter dislodging dust from the beams above.

"Contend? No..." He leaned over to grasp the paperweight on the table: "I just want to reclaim what belongs to me."

Whenever the night is quiet and deep, the nightmare-like scenes always appear before the Prince’s eyes.

In the Gilded Hall, with Dragon’s Saliva Fragrance swirling, Lin Qinghan, dressed in plain gauze palace attire, kneeled before the imperial presence.

The thin fabric couldn’t cover anything. As the Emperor’s hand, like a withered branch, slid down her exposed shoulder, her eyelashes trembled pitiably.

"Your son... takes his leave."

At that moment, his nails dug deeply into his palm, and the blood dripped from the sleeve of his court robe onto the golden bricks.

But the Emperor didn’t even lift an eyelid, preoccupied with playing with the silk sash at the waist of the beauty in his arms.

As he exited the hall, he heard the crisp sound of a jade hairpin falling to the ground behind the bead curtain.

"Why...?"

"Smash!"

The teacup on the desk shattered in his grip, and he was oblivious to the porcelain shards piercing his palm.

The Crown Prince’s eyes were filled with a frenzied red, why does the Emperor get to take what’s mine?

"Your Highness! Your hand..." Mr. Qing exclaimed.

He hated his father, the Emperor, and saw the Dongchang and Jinyi Guards as thorns in his side.

If it weren’t for those eunuchs of the Dongchang digging three feet into the ground, how could they have found Lin Qinghan, his carefully hidden treasure, and taken her into the palace to become the Emperor’s plaything?

Damn those Jinyi Guards.

They claimed they could protect everything, yet they couldn’t even guard one person!

There must be a traitor among the Jinyi Guards, secretly colluding with the Dongchang.

"Send out the order—whoever kills Lu Xuan, I swear by the mountains and rivers."

"I shall grant them land to govern, and their descendants shall inherit it forever without change!"

In the grand palace, the incense from the gold-plated censer curled into the air.

Shen Wanbao kneeled on the cold gold bricks, sweat beading on his forehead.

The Jinyi Guard Commander Envoy, who usually hid in the Garrison Command, didn’t even have the courage to look the Emperor in the eye.

"My good Crown Prince... such a bold son, your wings have hardened."

Emperor Qian Dongji caressed the secret memorial in his hand, his voice chilling: "For a woman, you dare commit such treason!"

"Heh heh heh!" Qian Dongji’s sudden, sinister laughter echoed through the hall.

With a wave of his sleeve, the memorials stacked on the desk flew like snowflakes.

These were all the evidence of the Crown Prince’s crimes secretly gathered by the Jinyi Guards, including secret reports personally written by Shen Wanbao, recording his own involvement.

"I could turn a blind eye to his collusion with the Jinyi Guards and contacting jianghu forces to deal with the Dongchang, and forgive him this once!"

Qian Dongji’s chilling voice echoed in the hall, holding Lin Qinghan tighter in his arms.

His coarse fingers pinched the smooth chin of the beauty, forcing her to lift her pale face.

"But I never expected—"

Qian Dongji suddenly burst into rage, the force in his hand leaving a glaring red mark on Lin Qinghan’s chin.

"He dared to send assassins into the palace for his beloved concubine to attempt to murder me!"

"What belongs to him is what I give, and what I don’t, he cannot take!"

Shen Wanbao kowtowed to the ground, seeing among the scattered memorials the detailed records of the Crown Prince dispatching assassins.

There was no way; the Crown Prince had gone too far.

Retaliating against the Dongchang could be justified, but sending assassins to attack the monarch and attempting to eradicate the Dongchang was too much.

Such treasonous actions had already crossed Shen Wanbao’s bottom line.

After careful consideration, this Jinyi Guard Commander Envoy, Shen Wanbao, steeled his resolve.

He not only fully disclosed the Crown Prince’s treason but also documented all his previous assistance to the Crown Prince against the Dongchang in a secret memorial to present before the Emperor.

The hall was brilliantly illuminated, with the dazzling light reflecting off Shen Wanbao’s determined face.

He knew that once this memorial was submitted, there would be no turning back.

"This matter, the Jinyi Guards need not interfere."

Qian Dongji’s voice was soft, yet it made Shen Wanbao shudder.

His large hand roamed over Lin Qinghan’s proud figure, taking everything in.

"The Crown Prince will be left to the Dongchang to handle."

Shen Wanbao raised his head suddenly, fully aware of what this order signified.

The Emperor was abandoning the Crown Prince!

Yet what shocked him even more were the Emperor’s subsequent words: "Once this is over..."

Qian Dongji wearily waved his hand: "I am already tired, I don’t want to see the Dongchang people anymore, send them where they should go."

Shen Wanbao’s pupils contracted sharply, forgetting even the most basic courtesies.

The Emperor was... going to eliminate the Dongchang!

Not wanting to see the Dongchang people means sending them to where they ought to go, and there is only one such place.

And that place is hell!