Chapter 226

Near August, at noon.

On the Ningrang Plain of the Capital Region of "Xianrong," the second largest island in the Eastern Inner Sea, the scorching sun was like fire.

Yet strangely, the temperature on the ground was not scorching, but instead faintly revealed a trace of chill.

At the entrance of the main tent of the Prince Zhen "Traveling Palace" military camp.

Prince Zhen, whose eyes were bloodshot, whose mouth and half of his face were ulcerated and oozing pus from the heat, and whose teeth were biting until they bled.

Gazed from afar at a low Peach Mountain that seemed both illusory and real.

On the mountaintop, an ancient stone gate emitting a faint black light revealed deep hatred in his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt the blood in his chest surge, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft."

His body swayed, looking as if he were about to collapse.

No matter how bad the situation became, having the facade of "Prince Zhen" was better than having none at all.

Therefore, the surrounding staff and guards subconsciously gathered around, wanting to support the royal carriage.

But they were blocked by an invisible force from a young eunuch with a beautiful face, like a fair lady, who was following closely behind Prince Zhen.

At the same time, the little eunuch stepped forward half a step, gently supported Prince Zhen, and said in a soft, feminine voice:

"Our Ming Song emphasizes that 'the monarch and the ministers govern the state together.'

You lords are all civil officials and military generals, the pillars of the country, with noble status, and you will be busy with major state affairs in the future.

Let me handle the small matter of serving the Prince."

The Ming Song capital had been broken by the enemy country; although it could still linger on, saying "the country is broken, but the mountains and rivers remain" was considered realistic.

Where would there be any "major state affairs" in the future that these "civil officials and military generals" would need to be busy with?

The crowd couldn't help but retreat to their original places in embarrassment.

Only Zhao Pujun, the Prince Zhen's chief strategist, was unconvinced by being "slapped in the face" and said expressionlessly:

"Chief Eunuch Yan, before we followed Prince Zhen out of the capital, who could be considered true 'civil officials and military generals,' and who held real power?

Your words are thorny; I fear you have chosen the wrong..."

"Enough, the state affairs have deteriorated to this point, largely due to the infighting between the outer court and the inner court.

Why, in our small 'Traveling Palace,' do my personal attendant and chief strategist also have to argue over who is better?"

Prince Zhen suddenly roared.

Zhao Pujun and the Eunuch Yan bowed and responded simultaneously:

"Your subject is terrified."

"This servant does not dare."

The surroundings became deathly silent.

I don't know how much time passed.

Prince Zhen seemed to have "given up on himself" and no longer avoided people.

He asked the Eunuch Yan in a hoarse voice:

"Little Yanzi, are you sure my uncle, his old self has already been..."

"Your Highness, the weight of the 'Heavenly Position' is already like a god in the present world.

Calling his name directly creates a resonance, and with resonance, one can cast spells."

The Eunuch Yan disregarded decorum and virtually covered Prince Zhen's mouth.

"Then she really stepped on the head of my uncle, her senior brother.

Stepping on our 'Traveling Palace's' grand plan to restore the Hanli state, she has 'ascended to heaven'!"

Everyone present couldn't help but lower their heads upon hearing this.

In fact, setting aside those military generals and guards who were "more muscular than brainy."

All the staff in the Traveling Palace who came from the "Imperial Academy" could see from the evolution of the situation that everyone had been sold out completely by Prince Zhen's "good uncle."

The entire so-called grand plan to restore the Hanli state was simply his excuse to create a "million-level" slaughterhouse to take lives.

An excuse to practice some kind of terrifying technique or magic treasure.

Even the female great power who has now "ascended to heaven" was likely the "whetstone" that Prince Zhen's good uncle found to make a breakthrough.

It's just that at the last moment, she was one move ahead and took the initiative.

But you can guess it, but you have to stand clearly on your position.

You can't expose the uncle's "painted skin" in front of his nephew.

So even Zhao Pujun and the Eunuch Yan could only play deaf and dumb.

Prince Zhen raged impotently to himself for a while.

Finally, he calmed down.

Now that things have reached this point, it is meaningless to recall the "gains and losses" of the past.

He was silent for a long time, breathing heavily, and suddenly said:

"Pujun, since Mr. Yin has already passed away, the past cannot be chased.

But Mr. Yin's junior sister, the Tao Goddess, is still on the island, practicing the magic treasure of the Immortal Mountain.

Can she be an 'external aid'?"

Everyone else was dumbfounded, only Zhao Pujun's eyes lit up.

"Your Highness is wise; this matter is worth a try."

And in the distance, on the top of the "Tao Shan" which was uncertain in reality, under the "Ghost Gate Pass."

Tao Yaoyao looked down from a high position at the boundless sea plain.

A look of half-smile, half-joy, half-sorrow appeared on her face, and she muttered to herself:

"Senior brother, you should also know, how could two 'Eternal Long-Livers' cross the small Xianrong Island at once.

If I don't plot against your opportunity, you will plot against mine, right.

Since ancient times, 'ten thousand calamities of yin spirits are hard to enter the sage,' but I am not convinced.

To go one step further, I have even become a ghost; why can't I reach the peak.

I am not convinced, I am not convinced, that's why, that's why..."

Just then, a hearty young voice seemed to come from behind Tao Yaoyao.

"I know you are not convinced, so I don't blame you.

It's just that Yaoyao, I am gone, there is no companion on the road ahead, you need to be doubly careful.

Take care, take care."

"Heart demon, how dare you!"

Tao Yaoyao waited for the instructions to end, roared, turned around suddenly, and looked at Mr. Yin's physical body standing quietly outside the "Ghost Gate Pass."

She pinched the spell, urged the countless human-bodied peach trees on "Tao Shan" to break their roots, jump out of the tree pits, and surge toward the Ghost Gate Pass.

In a few breaths, the entire mountaintop was covered...

At the same time, ten thousand miles away in the inner city of the Great Wolf Capital of the Yuanshan Empire.

In a narrow and foul-smelling "Duanli House" at the Xianhe Study.

Zhang Gui held his nose, stared fixedly at his disheveled little partner, and roared in a low voice:

"Zhang Jiujiang, oh Zhang Jiujiang, why are you pretending to be a big shot in front of me.

It's only been a few years; our brothers could be at the Blackwood Town on Giant Snake Head Island.

I would mix three or five taels a month, you would mix a hundred taels of silver a month, and we would be so happy that snot bubbles would pop out.

Does a single coin of this money have anything to do with the Ming Song court?

Have you read yourself stupid!

Even now, I am, regardless of truth or falsehood, the heir of the Stone Corpse tribe of the Ming Song Empire's vassal state.

With the Zhihai Town as my fief, and the Dragon Tiger General of the 'Heavenly Craft Nine Cities' of the Eastern Inner Sea under my command.

And you, a sour scholar without even the official status of a scholar.

What are you feeling so sad about here."

"Dagui, don't say any more.

Who doesn't understand whom among our brothers.

I know what you mean, and I know that everything you say has its own reason.

But you should also know me.

Back then, everyone said Zhang Jiuqing was a good older brother, but I hated him until now because he was two-faced several times.

I have my own reasons."

Zhang Jiujiang said with a dazed look.

"This is not the same thing at all!

I think you've gone crazy!"

Zhang Gui was anxious and couldn't help but roar a few times.

Afterward, he felt it was inappropriate; this was not the attitude to persuade someone, so he hurriedly slowed down his tone.

"Alright, Jiujiang, let's not worry about right or wrong for now.

Will you listen to me straighten out the whole thing?"

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 227 =====