Chapter 886

Zhao Kuangyin: "They're not my direct descendant. Besides, even if they were, if they became a ruler who lost the empire, I'd still enforce family discipline."

Wu Qing: "If that's the case, then please, Emperor Taizu, dispatch your troops as soon as possible."

Zhao Kuangyin: "Wait one day—I'll send troops tomorrow. 【Red Packet】Here's a red packet, a down payment for our cooperation. Don't all rush me for it."

Wu Qing: "Emperor Taizu, no need to send a red packet. This world is Great Song, and it's only fitting for you to reclaim it."

Zhao Kuangyin: "No, I recall Miss Wu Qing hasn't borrowed any credit points yet. Your current strength is weak—use these points to strengthen yourself. Don't risk danger."

Wu Qing: "Very well."

The chat ended. Wu Qing claimed the red packet.

The red packet contained three thousand credit points.

"It seems Emperor Taizu has been earning well lately—this red packet has so many credit points."

Wu Qing opened Shangcheng, bought a Regeneration Elixir, and swallowed it.

Moments later, she felt sensation return to her legs; with a thought, her legs twitched gently.

Gazing at her legs, her eyes grew slightly red, on the verge of tears.

How many years had passed? She could finally stand.

Leaning against the wall, she rose, walked a full circle along it, and now moved with full mastery.

She walked happily for a while, then sat back in her wheelchair and began selecting cultivation techniques.

Moments later, she chose the Qiankun Five Elements Transformation, bought several elixirs, and began to cultivate.

The next day.

When morning light fell into the room, Wu Qing's strength had reached the peak of true qi.

At that moment, the notification sound for a cross-realm permission application rang in the chat group.

_⑤%①六^"It's Emperor Taizu. I'll go into the city to meet them."

With a thought, she stepped out of the room and departed from the Divine Marquis Mansion using her peerless lightness skill, without alerting a single soul.

Arriving in the city, she activated her thought and approved the cross-realm permission application.

The next instant, a portal opened in the void.

Tap-tap-tap!

A rhythmic tread echoed as squads of formidable soldiers emerged, surging in all directions to seize the four city gates of the capital.

Zhao Kuangyin stepped forth, saw Wu Qing, and bowed: "Greetings, fellow cultivator. Let's go—let's enter the imperial palace together and avenge you!"

"、‖Good."

Wu Qing nodded, her heart brimming with impatience.

The two manipulated their true qi and flew toward the imperial palace with over a thousand soldiers.

"What is that?"

"Somebody is flying in the sky?"

Zhao Kuangyin, seeing the crowd on Changjie grow larger, proclaimed loudly: "I am Emperor Taizu of Great Song! Seeing Zhao Ji's incompetence and moral decay, I have descended to save Great Song. Do not panic."

"Emperor Taizu of Great Song?"

"Those soldiers do look like Song men—could it truly be Emperor Taizu descending?"

"Heaven has eyes! Emperor Taizu has descended!"

Under Huizong's rule, the court was foolish and incapable; the tales of Water Margin unfolded in this era.

In this era, civil officials indulged in extreme luxury and seized all advantages.

But the common people? They suffered terribly.

Forced labor, arbitrary levies—everything crushed the people's livelihood.

Hearing Emperor Taizu of Song had descended, how could these people not rejoice?

Zhao Kuangyin's troops were formidable; combined with internal sabotage by Qian Nuo, Bianliang City fell within moments.

As for the imperial palace, it held no longer. Seeing Wu Qing and Zhao Kuangyin leading troops from the sky, the palace guards had no will to fight—they collapsed at the first touch.

"Who are you?"

"I am Emperor Taizu of Great Song!" Zhao Kuangyin sat upon the dragon throne. "Zhao Ji, you are incompetent and immoral—what crime do you deserve?"

"You!" Zhao Ji pointed at Zhao Kuangyin, his finger trembling. "How dare you impersonate Emperor Taizu! Guards!"

"No need to call them," Wu Qing sneered. "Bianliang City has already fallen."

"You're Wu Qing—why are you allying with this rebel?" Zhao Ji stared at her, eyes wide, barely believing it.

Wu Qing sneered: "Hmph. My name is Sheng Yanyu, daughter of Sheng Dingtian. Tell me—why should I not ally with Emperor Taizu?"

Zhao Ji froze. Suddenly, he recalled events from years past—his face turned deathly pale.