Chapter 387: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 387: A Loyal One

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Yan Wang, who was already prepared to leave, couldn't help but halt his steps and look back.

He saw Eunuch Qiu holding a sharp blade, his face ashen, staring expressionlessly into the distance, as if the entire world had nothing to do with him. There was not a glimmer of light in his eyes, only endless despair and sorrow.

Eunuch Qiu's lips trembled slightly as he murmured to himself: "Your Majesty, this old servant will now go down to accompany you... in the next life, this old servant still wishes to serve you..." His voice was deep and hoarse, as if coming from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

After speaking these words, Eunuch Qiu seemed to have made up his mind. He tightly closed his eyes and, without the slightest hesitation, placed the blade horizontally against his own throat. In an instant, fresh blood spurted out like a fountain, splattering onto the ground and forming a shocking pool of blood.

As the blood flowed, Eunuch Qiu's hands gradually lost strength, and the blade clattered to the ground with a clang. His body could finally support itself no longer, and like a withered tree that had been chopped down, he fell straight backward.

Yan Wang witnessed this scene, and a complex surge of emotion welled up in his heart. He was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "A loyal one... find a place to bury him."

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he had long since grown accustomed to such scenes.

Upon hearing Yan Wang's order, the soldiers immediately sprang into action. They swiftly dragged away Eunuch Qiu's corpse, disappearing from Yan Wang's sight, leaving only that pool of not-yet-dried blood, which appeared exceptionally glaring under the sunlight.

Yan Wang left the Imperial Palace with a heavy expression, yet behind him the Imperial Palace was filled with a chorus of ghostly wails and howls that made one's hair stand on end.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm just a minor Zhaoyi!" A woman's utterly terrified voice echoed through the palace hall.

"Don't kill me! Please! I've only been in the palace for a month, go kill the Noble Consort!" Another woman's wailing cries rang out in succession.

"I'm just a bedchamber maid, don't kill me! I had no choice either!" There were still others begging desperately in despair.

However, these pleas and cries did not evoke the slightest pity from the soldiers; they raised their blades and brought them down, slaughtering these people without mercy. Fresh blood gushed forth like a fountain, dyeing the ground red, forming a shocking expanse of crimson.

The pleas and wails within the Imperial Palace were gradually replaced by the silence of death, as if these soldiers had never set foot here at all.

After everything in the Imperial Palace had been completely plundered clean, the soldiers returned to camp with a sense of relief. And by this time, Yan Wang had already returned to camp and was sitting at his desk writing a letter.

He recorded the detailed circumstances of this war one by one in the letter, then carefully sealed the envelope with wax to ensure the letter's confidentiality. After completing this, he solemnly handed the letter to A Qiang and instructed him that he must deliver the letter to the Dachang Emperor as quickly as possible.

A Qiang accepted the letter without hesitation, carefully tucking it into his bosom as if this letter were an incomparably precious treasure. He dared not delay in the slightest, immediately spurring his horse and galloping toward the Dachang capital like an arrow released from a bow.

Yan Wang watched A Qiang's receding figure and felt slightly relieved in his heart. He then turned and began to arrange the follow-up work in an orderly manner. He ordered Tang Qi and the other generals to be responsible for collecting the spoils of war on the battlefield, ensuring no important items were missed.

Simultaneously, Yan Wang felt his own money pouch, which was already nearly empty, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Despite this, he still unhesitatingly took out all his money and handed it to the Kitchen Camp side, having them prepare a sumptuous extra meal for everyone that evening to celebrate this hard-won victory.

The Kitchen Camp people were long accustomed to such matters; they swiftly sprang into action, driving carts to the market to purchase ingredients. The entire camp was permeated with a joyous atmosphere, brightly lit, bright as day.

People heartily enjoyed the delicious barbecue, laughter and cheers rising and falling. Not only that, some spontaneously began singing and dancing, pushing the celebration to a climax.

Yan Wang watched everyone so happy and felt very gratified in his heart. Although he knew such a joyous scene might attract enemy attention, he did not stop everyone, merely strengthening the camp patrols as a precaution.

In the following days, Yan Wang did not slacken in the slightest. He ordered the Imperial Palace to be demolished; after all, Nan Liang no longer existed, and this Imperial Palace had lost its meaning.

While demolishing the Imperial Palace, Yan Wang also had to handle a series of complicated affairs, ensuring everything proceeded smoothly.

Additionally, he specially instructed his subordinates to strictly guard the Lin Shu family and the Dan Jiajie family, not giving them any chance to escape. After all, both families were traitors to the country; they must be safely brought back to the capital to await the Emperor's judgment.

Time flew like a white colt passing a crevice; in the blink of an eye, Yan Wang had already handled the follow-up matters in an orderly fashion. Just then, the Dachang Emperor's letter arrived in Yan Wang's hands at the fastest speed, like a bolt of lightning tearing across the sky.

And even more unexpectedly, the messenger of this letter was actually Yan Wang's hidden guard A Ming.

All this must be told starting from Qianqian secretly leaving. That afternoon, the sun was bright, a gentle breeze brushing the face.

Yan Jie came to Qianqian's courtyard after class as usual, intending to find her to play together. He first searched everywhere in Qianji Yuan, but found nothing.

So he rushed without stopping to Wufangyuan, after all Qianqian usually frequented these two places.

However, when Yan Jie also failed to discover Qianqian's figure in Wufangyuan, a trace of unease welled up in his heart. He hurriedly asked Yan Shuang'er: "Third Elder Sister, where did Fifth Elder Sister go?"

Yan Shuang'er, hearing this, pondered slightly and replied: "She's probably in her own courtyard; she didn't come to my place today."

Yan Jie, hearing this, frowned slightly and murmured: "But I just came from Fifth Elder Sister's courtyard and didn't see her there."

Yan Shuang'er, seeing this, also felt some doubt in her heart and hurriedly said: "She indeed hasn't come to my place today." Finishing her words, she immediately shouted loudly: "Mantou! Mantou!"

Mantou, hearing Yan Shuang'er's shout, hurriedly quickened his pace and rushed over in a fluster. Yan Shuang'er saw Mantou and immediately asked: "Where is Qianqian?" Mantou caught his breath and replied: "Miss said she had official business to handle today, she's in the study, and specially instructed this servant not to disturb her."

Yan Shuang'er, hearing this, felt a surge of suspicion in her heart. She felt something was off, so she decided to immediately bring people to the Qianji Yuan study to investigate. The group walked quickly to the study door; Yan Shuang'er pushed the door open without hesitation. However, to her surprise, the study was actually empty of any person!