Chapter 1152: Ancient Academy Records, Lots of Fun 39

Seeing Jiang Yao jump down from the platform, the watching generals and crowd all exclaimed in amazement.

Is this the strength of the Heavenly Mystery Great State?

Didn't you hear just now? That's the Jiang Yang Commandery Princess of the Heavenly Mystery State; her mother isn't she the Elder Princess who volunteered to quell the rebellion back then? She's famed as the First Female General!

Indeed, like mother like daughter—the Jiang Yang Commandery Princess is ruthless and beautiful, so impressive!

They didn't see it; after stepping down, Jiang Yao leaned on Ye Susu and took a deep breath, "Support me, my legs feel a bit weak..."

"Hahaha, I thought you could already keep a straight face!" Ye Susu laughed uncontrollably.

Jiang Yao waved her hand, still not recovered, she said to Jin Chen: "This device is too powerful; I thought it would choke him into fainting before I threw him down, but as soon as I exerted force his head just fell off—I almost knelt on the stage..."

If it weren't for the anger still supporting her just now, she would have lost face completely.

Xie Yuancheng burst out laughing, not forgetting to comfort: "Sister Yao Yao is really impressive!"

Jiang Yao took a sip of tea, recovered, and asked: "Then who's stronger, me or Jin Chen?"

Xie Yuancheng hesitated not: "Jin Chen."

Undoubtedly!

Jiang Yao rolled her eyes angrily: "I really shouldn't have asked."

Jin Chen smiled slyly, rewarding the excited boy in his arms with a kiss.

The three matches this morning had all ended; the generals loudly announced a break, to resume the remaining two matches at 5:00 PM.

I had thought the match had already started; the North Wind State surely wouldn't pull any more tricks, but the fact proved that Jin Chen still underestimated their ability to cause trouble.

"Jin Chen—"

Tingyang, who had gone out with Lan Wuyang, sprinted back to the resting room: "Guess what, the Grand Prince of the North Wind State says we were too ruthless, and he's gone to complain to the Lord of the Azure Cloud State, demanding we pay with our lives before he'll agree to the afternoon match."

Everyone in the resting room: "……"

Jin Chen: "He's sick, no need to mind him."

He continued to leisurely embrace Xie Yuancheng while drinking tea, completely unfazed by being on someone else's turf.

After the morning's matches, Xie Yuancheng was no longer as nervous as yesterday; he was thinking about touring other places in the Azure Cloud State after the competition, when he heard Jin Chen say: "After the match, may I go see my father together with you, Yuancheng?"

Xie Yuancheng raised his eyes, his clear voice tinged with surprise: "Your father is in the Azure Cloud State?"

"He's here doing business; he'll be able to arrive tomorrow."

Xie Yuancheng rubbed his palm, excitedly proposing: "Once we return to the Imperial Capital, I'll take you to see my father the Emperor! If we can save a city's worth of people, maybe Father Emperor won't be angry."

Having said that, he added firmly: "But rest assured, even if Father Emperor disagrees, I won't give up."

Jin Chen kissed the corner of his lips: "The Crown Prince's word is trustworthy; I certainly believe it."

Xie Beiyao hearing this laughed: "If the Imperial Uncle disagrees, what else can you do?"

Detecting the schadenfreude in his words, Xie Yuancheng frowned solemnly and threatened: "Then I'll submit a memorial, letting my cousin take this heir apparent position."

Xie Beiyao: "……"

His hand holding the cup trembled slightly, his mouth twitching: "Why go to such extremes?"

Xie Yuancheng chuckled, pulling Jin Chen's hand to play with: "Actually I've figured it out—Father Emperor is in his prime, and he and the Empress will surely have a little imperial brother later! Maybe after we return to the Imperial Capital we'll hear good news!"

Hearing that, Jin Chen recalled the original plot: later there indeed was a little imperial prince, but he was born only because of the grief over losing a son; afterwards the Empress died of grief, and within a few years Emperor Junhong also declined, after which Empress Xie Beiyao succeeded him, and she also doted on this little imperial prince.

Perhaps with the storyline altered, this little imperial prince's birth brings not despair but new life.

——

5:00 PM, the match resumed.

After being refused a life-for-life exchange by the Lord of the Azure Cloud State, Feng Zian became noticeably more irritable, wishing he could personally go kill those Heavenly Mystery State people.

His flustered fury was seen by Jin Chen, who thought it foolish.

The fourth to go up was Lan Wuyang; before stepping onto the stage, Lan Wuyang asked Jin Chen whether they still needed to deliberately lose.

Jin Chen: "No need; I see Feng Zian has no intention of sending out assassins today, probably saving them for tomorrow, so we'll stick to our prearranged tactics."

"Got it!" Lan Wuyang seized the jade flute and leapt onto the stage.

His sound-based attack was uncanny, but unexpectedly the opponent Feng Ding also used a long-range tactic—his weapon a poisonous thorn vine longer than Jiang Yao's whip; as Lan Wuyang dodged, the thorns snagged his arm, black blood oozing from the wound accompanied by numbness and pain.

Lan Wuyang cursed silently, immediately spun to evade, then played the jade flute with one hand, the melody sharp.

Upon hearing that tune, the Heavenly Mystery State crowd below instantly produced specially made earplugs and put them on, avoiding the effect, perfectly in sync.

Observing them, Feng Zian frowned puzzledly; the next second, as if hypnotized, it was like hellish demonic sound entering his ears—his head felt heavy and dazed, as if after falling asleep being pressed down by a ghost.

Feng Ding, directly facing the sound attack, was affected even more; the arm dragging the vine gradually lost strength, and just before fainting he reacted, biting down hard on his tongue to stay conscious with pain.

"Hah!"

Feng Ding roared, raising his whip to kill again.

"Whoa, you're pretty sharp," Lan Wuyang praised, but not dodging in time, Feng Ding violently tore off one of his arms.

As the arm rolled to the ground, the audience below let out a gasp.

"Hahaha! Serves him right!"

Feng Ding felt the thrill of revenge, his vigilance lowered, he waved the vine and laughed maniacly, laughing and laughing, then his expression suddenly froze.

"Hey, Grandpa lied to you!" Lan Wuyang extended his arm, punched Feng Ding in the eye, then backhanded pressed down a pellet of the device Jin Chen gave him, shoved it into his mouth, and retreated at high speed.

"You!"

Feng Ding's heart filled with shock, just as he opened his mouth it exploded—the soybean-sized iron ball detonated inside his mouth, smoke spreading.

Thud——

His body fell to the ground, his head blown apart.

Everyone below: "!!!!"

"Good heavens! What is that? The people of the Heavenly Mystery State can even do magic tricks!"

"Can a severed arm grow back? How on earth is this done!"

Lan Wu Yang wouldn't explain; she grabbed the prop's broken limb and jumped down, still not forgetting to wave at the already shaking-with-anger Feng Zi An.

"Heavenly Mystery Kingdom wins! Total four points!"