Chapter 390: Ji Fa's Madness

"Chancellor, what should we do now?"

Ji Fa looked anxiously at Jiang Ziya; he never imagined that, having reached the gates of Zhaoge City, Di Xin would suddenly self-immolate and, before his death, pass the throne to Yin Jiao.

Then, most of the rebel army on this side surrendered.

This isn't what was agreed upon in the script!

The plan was for him to attack Yin Shang, then destroy Yin Shang and take its place.

How did it become that Yin Jiao inherited the throne?

"Young master, our rallying cry wasn't to overthrow Di Xin's tyrannical rule; hasn't that already been accomplished?"

Jiang Ziya said calmly.

"No, overthrowing Di Xin's tyrannical rule is indeed our rallying cry, but this throne…"

Ji Fa felt a bit embarrassed to say it out loud.

After all, Xi Qi paid such a huge price—was it all just to hand the throne over to Yin Jiao?

Have we been fighting and rebelling for all these years for nothing?

Moreover, Xi Qi originally raised the banner of acting for the world; now revealing ambition is tantamount to slapping ourselves in the face.

"Young master, don't rush; perhaps Yin Jiao won't be a wise ruler—if he turns out to be dim and tyrannical, I'll help Xi Qi rise up again to attack him!"

Jiang Ziya said.

"Not rush? How can I not be rushed?"

Hearing this, Ji Fa couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly.

Not to mention his father is old and likely won't live many more years.

He himself is also considerably older than Yin Jiao.

Wait until Yin Jiao becomes decadent and cruel, then rise up to attack him—by then it will probably be his son's affair.

No, there probably won't be anything for his son either.

After all, since Shang Qingjun married Ao Yifan, Ji Fa still hasn't taken a principal wife.

Furthermore, because he has been constantly campaigning abroad, Ji Fa basically has no son.

Thinking about his current situation, Ji Fa grew somewhat anxious.

"Chancellor!"

Ji Fa grabbed Jiang Ziya's arm, eyes red, and said: "Didn't you say I possess the Purple Imperial Star Destiny, that I am fated to ascend the throne? Chancellor, you must help me—I truly long to be king!"

"This…"

Jiang Ziya was about to say something when suddenly his voice dropped a few notches, and he said: "Young master, if you truly wish to be king, I have a secret method that can be employed at tomorrow's coronation of Yin Jiao, utilizing your Purple Imperial Star Destiny to swallow the entire fortune of Yin Shang in one fell swoop."

As he spoke, Jiang Ziya's eyes gleamed, and he said: "When that happens, Yin Jiao will lose the fortune of Yin Shang and will surely suffer heavenly retribution; I will then raise my voice from a high place, and at that time I will surely make all the officials submit."

"Such a secret method actually exists! Chancellor, quickly teach me!"

Ji Fa seemed to see a last lifeline and hurriedly urged Jiang Ziya to teach him the secret method.

"Very well, this secret method is extremely simple; with your intelligence, Young Master, you will surely master it!"

Jiang Ziya said.

……

At Yin Jiao's coronation, feudal lords from all directions hurriedly performed rites and kowtowed.

However, compared with the former eight hundred feudal lords, there are now only a few.

The surrounding feudal lords also noticed this.

There's nothing to be done; the disobedient feudal lords had already been sent away in advance by Di Xin.

Moreover, the lands and subjects of those feudal lords truly fell into the hands of Yin Shang.

In other words, after this grand campaign against Yin Shang, Yin Shang's strength did not decline but increased.

Ultimately, the ones who suffer are these feudal lords themselves.

"It's all Xi Qi's fault; if not for them, how could our feudal states have suffered such severe losses?"

These feudal lords won't remember that they joined the rebel army because they wanted to take a bite out of Yin Shang.

They will only recall that, had Xi Qi not taken the lead in deceiving everyone, they would not have borne such a heavy cost.

"Bow!"

With a proclamation from the Inner Temple, all the feudal lords bowed down together.

"Wait a moment!"

At that moment, amid everyone's shocked gazes, Ji Fa stepped forward.

Looking at Ji Fa, Yin Jiao's gaze was icy, yet no one stopped him.

"Ji Fa, what are you doing? Do not be rude to the king!"

A feudal lord who was on good terms with Xi Qi whispered a rebuke.

However, Ji Fa paid no heed to that feudal lord's well-intentioned reminder.

Only then did he look at the throne where Yin Jiao sat and loudly declare: "Lords, do you truly believe he deserves this seat? Don't forget how Di Xin died!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of all the feudal lords in the hall changed.

After all, in the eyes of these feudal lords, Di Xin was nothing but forced by them to self-immolate.

And Yin Jiao, no matter what, is Di Xin's child.

Given the blood‑thicker‑than‑water relationship, many couldn't help wondering whether Yin Jiao would raise the banner of avenging his father and later settle accounts with these feudal lords.

"Heh, it seems everyone is well aware of this."

Ji Fa sneered: "Di Xin, on his deathbed, passed the throne to Yin Jiao; can I not suspect that their father‑son affection is not as terrible as imagined?"

"Hmph, it looks like you are quite dissatisfied with my occupying this throne."

Yin Jiao looked toward Ji Fa and said, "Then what do you think, who should sit in this position?"

As Yin Jiao's words fell, his head began to gather Yin-Shang fortune.

In an instant, the faces of all the lords present changed dramatically.

Yin-Shang fortune, they can all receive it.

And at this moment, the Yin-Shang fortune is gathering toward Yin Jiao's head; that is to say, Yin Jiao is receiving the acknowledgment of the entire Yin-Shang fortune.

Once Yin Jiao absorbs this fortune, he will become the true king of the entire Yin-Shang!

Alas, it cannot be defied!

The lords instantly lost any other thoughts; at this moment, the Yin-Shang fortune began to gather toward Yin Jiao, leaving them with no chance whatsoever.

"Now!"

However, compared to the other lords, Ji Fa at this moment appeared extremely excited.

He knew that the opportunity the Chancellor spoke of had finally arrived!

The next moment, he saw him fiercely bite open his own index finger.

"With blood as a guide!"

With a loud shout, Ji Fa pointed his bitten index finger to the sky and immediately continued chanting—

"Take heaven as a mirror!"

"Transform my fate!"

As Ji Fa's words fell, the sky suddenly flashed with lightning and thunder.

At the same time, Ji Fa clearly saw the Yin-Shang fortune gathering atop Yin Jiao's head begin to become unstable, as if it were about to detach from his head.

"It's about to begin—indeed, just as the Chancellor said, my fate can shake the Yin-Shang fortune!"

Ji Fa's heart overflowed with wild joy.

"As soon as I, with my own Purple Emperor Star fate, devour the Yin-Shang fortune, Yin Jiao will have no chance to ascend the throne, and I will take his place!"

At the same time, atop the Marquis of the West's manor in distant West Qi, Ji Chang, who was divining, turned deathly pale.

Immediately, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his mouth, dyeing the turtle shell and copper coins before him entirely blood-red.

Looking at the omen before him, Ji Chang's face showed a hint of terror.

"Who is sacrificing the fate of my Marquis of the West lineage? Who exactly is it?"