Chapter 256

Fang Xuanling suddenly felt dizzy, his body swaying, and he hurried to support himself on the nearby chair, shaking his head and muttering: "Impossible! Qin Mu clearly told me he didn't care about this matter at all!"

What happened?

What exactly happened?

Fang Xuanling was completely dazed.

He had thought of the worst result.

At worst, Zhangsun Chong would be thrown into prison and suffer for a few days.

After all, Zhangsun Chong's status was noble; he was not only the Duke of Zhao's son, but also the Great Tang Top Graduate, and even the future son-in-law of the Emperor.

With such a revered status, Fang Xuanling thought that no matter how Qin Mu dealt with it, he would definitely be a bit cautious.

But he didn't expect!

He actually killed Zhangsun Chong!

A shadow immediately cast over Fang Xuanling's heart.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is filling the building.

This time.

Great Tang and Great Qin have become irreconcilable enemies!

"Hmph!"

"He indeed didn't lie to you, it's just that Zhangsun Chong is truly nothing in his eyes."

"With Qin Mu's strength, killing Zhangsun Chong is as simple as crushing an ant."

"Would you care about crushing an ant?"

Li Er's face was terrifyingly gloomy, his cheeks puffed out, wishing he could crush his teeth.

Qin Mu, you have gone too far!

Is this killing Zhangsun Chong?

This is simply slapping me and Great Tang in the face!

A dignified Great Tang Top Graduate, my future son-in-law, and you killed him just like that?

Outrageous!

Simply outrageous!

"Someone, go to Zhu Que Street!"

Li Er became angrier the more he thought about it, and strode out of Ganlu Hall.

Zhu Que Street.

The streets were bustling with noise.

Almost everyone in Chang'an was gathered here.

In the middle of the street.

Zhangsun Wuji was wearing mourning clothes, walking forward in a daze.

White paper money drifted in the sky, falling like heavy snow.

Behind him.

Four strong men in mourning clothes were carrying a golden nanmu coffin, moving slowly behind Zhangsun Wuji step by step.

Further behind were the clansmen of the Zhangsun family.

There were at least a thousand of them!

They were all wearing mourning clothes, wailing continuously.

"Sob sob sob!"

"Chong'er! You died so miserably!"

"Oh Heaven, open your eyes and look! Our Great Tang Top Graduate died so unclearly; he died so unjustly!"

The Zhangsun clansmen wailed all along Zhu Que Street.

But their words seemed to point to something, as if someone had already taught them how to shout.

No need to ask.

It must be Zhangsun Wuji!

The reason he wore mourning clothes on the street was to make a big deal out of it!

To make it a city-wide stir and shake the court!

Only in this way could he force Li Er to make a decision!

To break with Great Qin and send troops to attack Great Qin again!

Who cares if the people suffer!

Who cares if the world is flooded!

I don't care!

I want to avenge my son!

As expected.

People around Zhu Que Street were discussing it, and it seemed they all pointed their fingers at Great Qin and Qin Mu.

"Have you heard? Young Master Zhangsun was killed in Jiannan!"

"How could I not have heard? Who in Chang'an doesn't know this now? Zhangsun Chong was killed by the Great Qin Emperor Qin Mu at the entrance of the Jiannan inn!"

"I heard he died extremely miserably; before he died, Zhangsun Chong was extremely unwilling, his eyes bulging with blood."

"Hmph! Great Qin has gone too far! Young Master Zhangsun was our Great Tang's Top Graduate, working hard for our Great Tang, and even wrote such an eternal masterpiece; if he died so unclearly, who in our Great Tang wouldn't feel cold-hearted?"

"Yes! Must take revenge!"

"Right, revenge!"

Under deliberate incitement, a thought of revenge was spreading over Chang'an.

And hearing these voices around him, a glimmer of light finally flashed in Zhangsun Wuji's dim eyes as he walked at the front.

Qin Mu, just wait!

I will definitely make your Great Qin perish completely!

"The Emperor has arrived!"

A loud shout rang out, and Li Er, dressed in a dragon robe, walked slowly from the other end of Zhu Que Street.

In an instant.

Zhu Que Street became silent, and the crowds on both sides knelt down to pay respects.

"Your humble servant greets Your Majesty; please forgive me for not being able to perform the salute due to the funeral, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Zhangsun Wuji didn't even look up, his tone full of sorrow and powerlessness.

Anyone who saw him would think he was a pitiful father sending off his child.

His superb acting skills indeed fooled Li Er.

After all, they are both fathers.

Who would want to watch their children die before them?

"Wuji, the dead cannot be brought back to life; please restrain your grief."

Li Er didn't know what to say either, and could only pat Zhangsun Wuji's shoulder to show comfort.

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Fang Xuanling, who followed behind him, remained silent throughout.

He felt this matter was not that simple!

Zhangsun Wuji has always been cautious.

Holding a funeral with such great fanfare is simply not his style.