Chapter 89: Framing Is an Art

After hearing Yun Fengyun's words, Yang Jun's eyes rolled, and at that moment he smiled again.

Fine, since things have to be done this way, let me first stir up these matters as much as possible.

At this moment, Yang Jun smiled again, his eyes locking onto Zhou Tian.

Zhou Tian was also present in the court; originally he regarded all this with indifference.

Anyway, I have a Holy Sword; let them fight over the other things as they please.

I just need to stand aside quietly and watch Yang Jun be dealt with by the Emperor of Great Xia; that's enough.

But who would have thought that Yang Jun would suddenly turn his gaze toward me?

Yang Jun gave a half-smile, his eyes fixed on Zhou Tian.

Zhou Tian, who had resolved not to speak, felt uneasy under Yang Jun's gaze.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Zhou Tian could no longer bear it, and immediately spoke up, questioning Yang Jun.

"Commander Zhou, what do you say? What do you think I'm looking at you for?"

Yang Jun looked at Zhou Tian before him, let out a sigh, and shook his head while speaking.

In this situation, Yang Jun's reaction showed nothing but indignation and resentment.

"What exactly do you mean?"

Zhou Tian stared at Yang Jun, his eyes widening, even more displeased.

"What do I mean? You tell me—don't you understand yourself?"

"The Holy Sword taken from me was a fake, but the real one I have already handed over to you, for you to present to the Emperor."

"You mean you haven't presented this sword to the Emperor yet?"

Yang Jun looked at Zhou Tian before him and spoke continuously.

With each word, his eyes remained fixed on Zhou Tian.

While speaking, his expression showed complete dissatisfaction.

He spoke while shaking his head.

Even his expression bore a look of grievance.

Yang Jun's words immediately caused the court officials to stare wide-eyed, turning their gazes toward Zhou Tian.

How can such a thing happen?

Zhou Tian instantly felt a chill down his back, extremely uneasy.

Yang Jun, Yang Jun, you're really destroying someone's reputation.

Your ploy of shifting blame is utterly shameless!

At that moment, Zhou Tian really wanted to stab Yang Jun with the Holy Sword, making eighteen holes in him.

Such a thing was something Zhou Tian had never imagined.

How can a person be so shameless?

Zhou Tian kept shaking his head; Yang Jun, that shameless bastard, had ruined his Holy Sword, yet still tried to drag Zhou Tian down as a scapegoat—such behavior is utterly bastardly, deserving of death.

"Commander Zhou, is the Holy Sword in your hands?"

Yun Fengyun heard this, let out a cold snort, then immediately raised his voice to question Zhou Tian.

To him, this was also something he was unwilling to accept.

"What is the Holy Sword?"

It is said to be a powerful existence capable of overturning heaven and earth.

In that case, I naturally must obtain it.

Upon hearing Yun Fengyun's words, Zhou Tian cursed Yang Jun's ancestors eighteen generations over in his heart.

How could that shameless bastard do such a thing?

That damned wretch actually dares to do this—it's simply unacceptable!

"Your Majesty, the Holy Sword is indeed in this subject's hands."

"However, when attending court, this subject did indeed have the Holy Sword on his person."

"But weapons must not be openly displayed in the court."

"Therefore, this subject intends to present the Holy Sword to Your Majesty after court adjourns."

Zhou Tian dared not deny that the current situation was not only known to Yang Jun that he possessed the Holy Sword.

Most importantly, Yun Xuanmo also knows that he possesses the Holy Sword.

If he does not admit it, once Yun Xuanmo steps forward, he will be in dire straits.

Yang Jun has laid out the facts plainly; I dare not take the risk.

If such matters cannot be resolved, it would truly be the crime of deceiving the sovereign.

Although unwilling, hiding the Holy Sword again is no longer possible.

Endure it, Yang Jun—you won't be able to remain arrogant for long.

When my senior sisters arrive, you're as good as dead!

At this moment, Zhou Tian's heart burned with rage, repeatedly imagining how to teach Yang Jun a lesson.

"You dog thief, just wait!"

In his heart, Zhou Tian fiercely cursed Yang Jun.

At this moment, his eyes burned with fury.

"If that's the case, why don't you present the Holy Sword?"

Yun Fengyun's eyes widened, and he immediately spoke in a cold tone.

Zhou Tian, hearing this, dared not deny it, so he had no choice but to hand over the Holy Sword.

On such matters, Yang Jun, however, wore a look of indifference.

Zhou Tian handed over his King's Sword; he could only accept such a situation.

The noble King's Sword, forced to be surrendered—this situation is simply infuriating.

Yang Jun glanced at Zhou Tian; at this moment, Zhou Tian's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

Yang Jun, however, felt contempt—after all, he had offended so many people; debts many, no worries, so why bother dwelling on it? Why bother caring? Between him and Zhou Tian, it's inevitably a fight to the death.

Perfect—now is the chance to weaken Zhou Tian's strength.

This little trickster of mine was originally a villain in the original book; since that's the case, I might as well do what a villain ought to do.

Being a villain naturally means beating up the protagonist, making him kneel utterly before me.

At this moment, a court official stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, this time Prince Zhao went to the Sword Cottage to carry out Your Majesty's secret order, and also helped the court eradicate the master of the Sword Cottage—this also counts as great merit."

"Furthermore, most importantly, Prince Zhao employed a flawless plan to preserve the Holy Sword; therefore, he ought to be rewarded."

The speaker was an elder official; these people handle affairs quite fairly.

"Yes, Your Majesty, Prince Zhao's efforts on this mission were arduous and meritorious."

"Please, Your Majesty, should also consider Prince Zhao's merits and grant him a reward."

Another official stepped forward, seeking instructions from Yun Fengyun.

Yang Jun was somewhat surprised—when had he, in the court, acquired such good connections?

He glanced at the officials who had spoken up for him, and in an instant, lightly nodded.

Now it's clear—those who spoke up for him all belong to the Elder Princess's faction.

It seems these people are speaking this way because they follow Yun Fengyue's wishes.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have come to this.

Yun Fengyun stared at the officials, especially noting those who spoke up in praise of Yang Jun.

A sense of vigilance rose in his heart.

Could it be that Yang Jun is beginning to form cliques and engage in favoritism in the court?

Such a thing is absolutely something Yun Fengyun does not wish to see.

Yun Fengyun let out a cold snort, yet his face remained icy.

"Yang Jun has merit, but he also has fault, after all the Holy Sword was lost from his hand."

"On the contrary, Zhou Tian earned merit escorting the Holy Sword; effective immediately, Zhou Tian is promoted from Commander of the Imperial City Guard Phoenix Battalion to Deputy Commander of the Imperial City Guard, assisting the Commandant in overseeing the Spear Battalion, Artillery Battalion, and Guard Battalion."

Zhou Tian, upon hearing this, felt a surge of joy.