Chapter 1427: Handing Over the Hilt Personally

Chen Guanlou could understand the other person's civil rebellion approach.

"This process will be very long; ten or twenty years is the minimum, and it could even be thirty or forty years. By that time, you'll be dead!"

He was always so sharp-tongued, seemingly not understanding what subtlety was.

Marquis Pingjiang laughed, not caring. "I may be dead, but my son will still be here, my grandson will still be here, and the Chen clan will still be here. What does death matter! The First Emperor died, did the Great Gan empire perish? Don't be fixated on life and death; have a long-term vision."

Chen Guanlou said "Oh" and didn't participate in the argument.

"Would you like to lend me a helping hand?"

"Help you rebel?"

"With your ability, it's truly a waste to be holed up in the Heavenly Prison."

"But I like it!" Chen Guanlou refused. "I just want to stay in the Heavenly Prison; I don't want to rebel with you! If one day you fail, I'll help you escape!"

He had always disdained adding flowers to brocade, and was better at sending charcoal in snowy weather!

Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!

He was a great philanthropist!

Marquis Pingjiang's expression was very regretful. "Forget it, forget it, you good-for-nothing, I shouldn't have asked you." His tone was very disdainful.

Chen Guanlou was also very disdainful. "Look at you, if things don't go your way, you disdain me. If things don't go your way, you want to kill. You irritable old man, at your age, restrain yourself, don't be so irritable! Cultivate your character and strive to live a few more years."

"You stinking brat, so much nonsense. Get out, get out, get out!"

Marquis Pingjiang waved his hand, looking as if he couldn't stand the sight of him.

Chen Guanlou laughed happily. "Old man, don't get so angry you die! If you die, I'll have to go to the trouble of kowtowing to you and preparing a funeral gift! It's so expensive!"

"You bastard, you're trying to piss me off on purpose."

Chen Guanlou smiled smugly and ran away.

The person Marquis Pingjiang wanted to kill was surnamed Zhao, General Zhao, stationed at a pass hundreds of miles away.

He rushed over overnight and observed for a while; sure enough, the guards were strict. Several of the trusted subordinates were Eighth-Rank martial artists, and one was just one step away from breaking through to the Ninth Rank.

General Zhao himself was also a Seventh-Rank martial artist.

No wonder Marquis Pingjiang had to ask him for help.

Avoiding everyone, Chen Guanlou succeeded.

The next morning, General Zhao went horse riding and hunting nearby with his trusted subordinates as usual. After returning, he had symptoms of a cold. A few hours later, he started running a fever.

At first, he said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, I can handle it!"

He took some medicine casually and even slept with two women that night.

As a result, by midnight, he had a high fever and convulsions, scaring everyone into a state of panic.

The physician used every means to lower his temperature, but by dawn, he had another high fever and convulsions.

This repeated until the third day, when General Zhao died of the high fever!

When the news reached the main army camp, Marquis Pingjiang was filled with grief upon hearing it. He said he wanted to go see him in person, otherwise, he wouldn't believe it no matter what.

He was stopped by the generals!

Marquis Pingjiang stayed behind closed doors for three days and personally wrote a memorial to the imperial court, asking the Emperor to grant General Zhao posthumous honors!

Three days later, he walked out of the tent and offered a remote sacrifice to General Zhao.

After the performance, many generals were moved to tears. They all said Marquis Pingjiang was a man of true feelings, and that any friction between him and General Zhao was just due to official business. His camaraderie for General Zhao was real.

He had bought another wave of hearts!

Among this bunch of soldiers, no one could see that the Marquis Pingjiang they trusted and loved was actually a black-sesame-filled bun, with a very black heart!

Chen Guanlou clicked his tongue in wonder.

Someone who could become a major threat to the imperial court was indeed extraordinary; his skin was thicker than the city walls.

Marquis Pingjiang was the truly shameless one!

Ordinary people couldn't catch up even if they whipped their horses!

Anyway, he had killed the person, but he couldn't manage a deep and sorrowful mourning; he couldn't act it out! He could only remain expressionless!

In the end, he cared about his face!

Having completed the mission, he set off back to the capital.

He wanted to stop by to see the fake monk Liu Daowen, but the monks in the temple told him that Liu Daowen had already left.

"He left two years ago! Where did he go? He didn't say. He probably left the Northwest, maybe he went to the South!"

Chen Guanlou felt deep regret.

Had the fake monk run away, or had he made it big?

When he returned to the capital, it had just turned dark. It was the perfect time to go to a brothel to wash up and rest.

After two days of carousing, he reported back for duty and returned to the Heavenly Prison to work.

Having been away for several days, the Heavenly Prison remained the same.

He was a responsible Jiang Jiang Yucheng, and on his first day back, he inspected the cells.

He was still thinking about the great oddball, Scholar Du.

Compared to when he first entered prison, Scholar Du looked slightly disheveled, with a face full of beard.

He guessed that since he left the capital, this guy hadn't shaved his beard.

He knocked on the cell bars. "Scholar Du, how have you been lately? I heard from the prison guards that you've been listless; have you been provoked?"

Scholar Du heard the movement, slowly raised his head, and looked at him.

He was dazed for a moment, and only after a while did he say, "Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen is here! Do you really think I was wrong? Should I have just watched the starving people die without doing anything?"

"Why are you still dwelling on this question?" Chen Guanlou frowned slightly. "Whether you were wrong or not, just look at your fellow villagers and see if anyone is complaining for you. As far as I know, no one is!"

"Why would they hate me?" Scholar Du looked slightly insane, as if this question had troubled him for a long time, making him restless.

"Because you ruined their future, personally tore apart their hope, and led them into the abyss."

Chen Guanlou said concisely.

He felt he had said it clearly enough, but unfortunately, the other person was a stubborn one who wouldn't listen to reason.

"I found grain for them, gave them food to eat, and let them survive; isn't that a great favor? They should be grateful for my life-saving favor!"

"Do you really think so?" Chen Guanlou smiled half-heartedly. "If I give you a health-preserving pill, make your body strong, and then stab you to death with a knife, would you be grateful to me?"

"Why would you stab me to death?" Scholar Du looked puzzled, not understanding.

Chen Guanlou laughed in anger. "You led the commoners to rebel and attack the county town. Afterward, you disbanded the team. It was equivalent to giving them a chance to live, and in the end, you personally stabbed them with a knife."

"It's different!" Scholar Du started to sophistically argue. "You are substituting concepts! It wasn't me stabbing them; it was the imperial court, the government. I didn't stab them."

"Yes, you indeed didn't stab them."

Upon hearing this, Scholar Du became happy.

"But you personally handed them the hilt of the knife!"

One sentence sent Scholar Du back to hell!

He looked very painful and hit his head against the wall. "Why can no one understand my intentions? I just wanted everyone to survive. Is it really that hard to understand?"

"It is indeed quite hard to understand. Why didn't you attack the wealthy families? That way, it would at most be a village dispute and wouldn't rise to the level of rebellion. Could it be that you did it on purpose?" Chen Guanlou was very curious.

Since there was no determination to rebel, the act of attacking the county town seemed particularly strange.

"Don't slander me! I am innocent! I was pleading for the people!" ===== CHAPTER 1428 =====