Chapter 92: Fan Zhong: Your Majesty, those are my lines (Fourth Update)

"Father, go in peace!"

Jiang Biehe's body slowly collapsed, powerless. Jiang Yuyan watched life drain away, and the look in her eyes gradually changed.

In this vast world, there was nothing left that could stir her heart.

From today onward, she, Jiang Yuyan, would prove her Dao by killing her father!

And while Jiang Yuyan was carrying out her revenge on this side—

On the other side, in the world of Great Ming Fenghua—

Inside the military command tent—

"Phew, I've returned?"

At this moment inside the great tent, Zhu Qizhen let out a deep breath and glanced at the familiar surroundings.

"Wait, my spiritual Qi!"

As if remembering something, Zhu Qizhen hurriedly sensed the changes within his body.

Sensing that the spiritual Qi within him was still there, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the key to keeping himself alive right now.

Thinking of this, Zhu Qizhen's expression instantly turned ugly.

"Someone, summon General Fan Zhong to see me!"

Recalling the words Yue Buqun had flung at him, jabbing a finger at his own nose, inside the gourmet shop.

Even though Zhu Qizhen felt sick at heart—

He had no choice but to believe it.

What could he do? After all, he was right now not far from Tumu Fortress.

And he really had listened to Wang Zhen and changed the marching route of his five hundred thousand troops.

All these coincidences, stacked together—

No matter how unwilling Zhu Qizhen was to believe, he believed.

Yue Buqun was a man from the late Great Ming.

Although Zhu Qizhen didn't know how, in the end, Great Ming had been pulled back from the brink.

But what the hell did that have to do with him?

The Oirat Esen was about to charge over any moment now.

If he didn't deal with it, the three characters of "Zhu Qizhen" would go down in the annals of shame right then and there!

Just as Zhu Qizhen was summoning the Imperial Guard commander, Seeing Fan Zhong—

Beneath the great tent at this moment, in the pouring rain, Seeing Fan Zhong was carrying out the first bribery of his life.

In order to gain an audience with Zhu Qizhen, Seeing Fan Zhong was left with no choice.

The army had changed route; as long as the Oirat Esen wasn't a fool, he would surely attack.

By then, everything would be too late.

However, just as Seeing Fan Zhong had finished bribing, a servant came hurrying over from the other side.

"His Majesty summons you, General—please go in at once!"

Seeing that in how long's effort he had already gained an audience, Seeing Fan Zhong was dumbfounded.

So money really was this useful?

But he only sighed inwardly, and then Seeing Fan Zhong felt a wave of sorrow.

The eunuchs' power was simply too great.

This was nothing less than Great Ming's tragedy!

But this was no time to be thinking about such things.

Seeing Fan Zhong marched straight toward the great tent.

The moment he stepped inside the great tent, Seeing Fan Zhong prepared to remonstrate to the death.

This time, Great Ming's five hundred thousand elite troops were here—if they were mowed down by the Oirat Esen—

Then Great Ming would be completely finished.

The Oirat Esen could drive straight into the heartland of the capital, with not a single obstacle left in his way.

And Great Ming would not be far from losing the realm.

Therefore, even at the cost of his life, Seeing Fan Zhong absolutely could not let such a scene unfold.

But the moment Seeing Fan Zhong knelt down, before he could even speak, he saw Zhu Qizhen get anxious first.

"Quickly, quickly, have the army return to the original route!"

That abrupt sentence instantly choked off the words on the tip of Seeing Fan Zhong's tongue.

His eyes went wide as he stared at the Zhu Qizhen before him in disbelief.

And Zhu Qizhen at this moment cared for none of that; what he was now was anxious, hoping the army would change back.

"What are you still gawking at? Get moving!"

Seeing Seeing Fan Zhong stunned, Zhu Qizhen instantly grew angry.

Someone like you, and you're the commander of a great army? Your battlefield awareness is way too poor.

"Changing the route on a whim will leave my five hundred thousand troops unable to look after each other's head and tail!"

"When the Oirat Esen's cavalry arrives and picks us off one by one, my army is finished!"

Seeing Seeing Fan Zhong's dazed look, Zhu Qizhen added another line directly.

And in his heart, his expectations of Seeing Fan Zhong dropped by a few notches.

This is the level you've got?

What kind of veteran minister of several reigns are you?

How can you not have a shred of military insight!

Such a simple, crude truth—even I understand it, yet Seeing Fan Zhong doesn't!

For a moment, Zhu Qizhen thought of the great defeats in history.

Perhaps the reasons for those great defeats weren't all on him.

With a bunch of generals whose military insight was absurdly poor under his command—

His Great Ming God of War, how could he possibly lose?!

It's just fortunate that Yue Buqun isn't here, otherwise he'd surely have been angered to the point of vomiting blood.

You bastard, the way you're tossing blame around—are you even an emperor?

You're obviously playing football!

And at this moment, inside the great tent, Zhu Qizhen's words echoed.

Seeing Fan Zhong was dumbfounded on the spot.

Inside, Seeing Fan Zhong felt ten thousand alpacas galloping past.

Holy crap, Your Majesty, you actually know that?!

If you knew, why did you order the route change earlier?

What, you think that makes you look cool?

At this moment, Seeing Fan Zhong wanted to know exactly what Zhu Qizhen was thinking.

How could he be brain-dead yesterday and perfectly clear-headed today!

However, with the military situation urgent, Seeing Fan Zhong couldn't spare the thought to ponder this.

Just as he was about to accept the decree and withdraw, he was stopped by Zhu Qizhen.

"Right, you said you had something to report to me just now—what is it?"

Inside the great tent, Zhu Qizhen's question rang out.

Instantly, the air all around grew awkward.

At this moment, Seeing Fan Zhong blankly raised his head and looked toward Zhu Qizhen.

Your Majesty, can you be any more shameless?

My lines—didn't you just say them all yourself?

Now you want me to say what the hell?!

"Forget it, the top priority right now is the Oirat Esen!"

Fortunately, the next second Zhu Qizhen waved his hand and directly sent Seeing Fan Zhong out.

Only under these circumstances did Seeing Fan Zhong finally let out a breath of relief.

"Right, once you're out, have Wang Zhen and his entire clique beheaded together!"

Seeing Fan Zhong was just about to head out when Zhu Qizhen's voice came again from behind him.

For a moment, Seeing Fan Zhong froze, then a look of wild joy appeared on his face.

His Majesty has changed—he really has changed!

His Majesty has finally discovered Wang Zhen and those eunuch lackeys.

Great Ming has hope!

Crying out inwardly, Seeing Fan Zhong then strode away.

But he had only taken two steps when he happened to see Wang Zhen swaggering over.

At that moment, Seeing Fan Zhong suddenly grew interested.

"Men, seize them all and drag them out to be beheaded!"

With Zhu Qizhen's order, Seeing Fan Zhong finally let out a long sigh of relief.

But just as the soldiers nearby were about to act, they saw Wang Zhen suddenly bellow out.

"How dare you! I am His Majesty's personal attendant—do you dare lay a hand on me!"

As Wang Zhen's bellowing voice echoed, the soldiers all hesitated and looked toward Seeing Fan Zhong.

"Heh, why are you looking at me? This is His Majesty's order!"

With a cold shout, Seeing Fan Zhong personally stepped in and kicked Wang Zhen to the ground in one move.

Just as he was about to drag him away, he heard Wang Zhen continuously calling for help toward the great tent.

Then, from inside the great tent, Zhu Qizhen's voice rang out as well.

"Don't behead Wang Zhen!"

The abrupt words left Seeing Fan Zhong stunned, but sent Wang Zhen into wild joy.

He knew it—His Majesty favored him and would absolutely not kill him.

But the words that followed left Wang Zhen dumbfounded.

"Killing him would be too easy on him!"

"Lingchi!"

The icy words spoken, and Wang Zhen was completely dumbfounded.

At this moment, he regretted it.

Thinking of the agony of death by lingchi, Wang Zhen had only one thought.

Your Majesty, if I take back what I just said begging for mercy—is there still time?