Chapter 392: Dagger Revealed

An Qisheng and Liu Jin's calculations were finally clear.

They wanted to repeat the Nanjing affair. Zheng Anqi used the people of Nanjing as grain to try to attain the perfect "Xuanlan," so An Qisheng could naturally use the hundred officials as grain to restore the nature he had cut off and restore the perfect state!

Forcing the palace was not to usurp power.

Summoning the hundred officials, and forcing the Emperor to appear. An Qisheng could capture the Emperor the moment he restored his state, then cooperate with the Yingzhou Heaven-men and Liu Jin to sweep away the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and finally let Ji Tianrui lift the Emperor's Gu-insects... If Li Miao had killed a minute later that day, I fear everything would have proceeded as An Qisheng planned.

Fortunately, Li Miao rushed back in the star-lit night.

Fortunately, Li Miao was a killer who only had killing in his mind!

Zhu Zai sighed long.

If Li Miao hadn't directly killed the hundred officials, forcing An Qisheng to appear, and then went to fight An Qisheng that night, beating him to severe injury, and the Yingzhou Heaven-men took the opportunity to rebel...

Thinking about it now, Li Miao's rough act of killing whoever showed their head had just happened to leave no time for An Qisheng to breathe or adjust his plan, which forced him to his current situation.

Back to the present.

Zhu Zai had already sorted everything out and was about to support the chair to get up and go out, when he heard a cry of surprise from behind.

"Lord Zhu, he moved!"

"Lord Li moved!"

Zhu Zai's pupils shrank, and he didn't care about his demeanor, leaping several yards to the side of the coffin, leaning over to look at Li Miao lying inside.

At a glance, his heart twitched.

Still no breathing, no pulse, even his complexion had turned pale, looking truly like a dead person... He had never seen Li Miao in this state, his eye sockets sour, and he was about to shed tears.

But at the second glance, he was overjoyed.

Li Miao's fingers were shaking incessantly, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were also turning incessantly, clearly looking like he was about to wake up.

Zhu Zai suppressed the thought of jumping and cheering, and was about to order: "Take Lord Li away, take him out of the city—"

Halfway through the sentence, a very familiar voice said.

"Commander, I'm not dead yet."

"I don't have the habit of letting old men and subordinates take the blame for me; if I want to escape and take refuge, you should go."

Zhu Zai heard this and instinctively got angry.

"You unfilial—"

And then he froze, for just a breath of time, and then tears streamed down his face.

"Big Li..."

He didn't even have time to wipe his tears, looking down, but he didn't see the scene he imagined of Li Miao sitting up from the coffin and looking at him with a smile.

Li Miao was still lying in the coffin, his complexion still pale, only the officials beside him whose expressions had changed in horror proved that he was not hallucinating.

"Big Li..."

"Commander, oh no, now I am the Commander, I'm used to calling you that. Just call you old man directly; I've wanted to call you that for a long time."

Li Miao in the coffin closed his eyes and muttered.

Zhu Zai leaned over to look at Li Miao.

"Big Li, you are..."

Li Miao curled his mouth, closed his eyes and smiled.

"There are still some loose ends not cleaned up, but I have gained something. My mind is half awake; I can speak and hear, but I cannot see or move, and I have no sense of touch. I just heard you were worried, so I came to cover for you."

"Old man, don't worry, I already have a plan in mind."

But how could Zhu Zai be at ease?

Just looking at the Emperor's original heart illusion, he knew that in his heart, Li Miao's status was even greater than the Zhu family world he was willing to die for. Now, although Li Miao spoke easily, he truly could not move or attack; any Heaven-man could take the opportunity to assassinate him... He was truly afraid, afraid of seeing the scene of Li Miao lying in the coffin.

He was old, and what he feared most was the white-haired sending off the black-haired.

Li Miao seemed to have sensed his emotions, and the tone rarely lacked the meaning of mockery.

"Alright, old man, this time it was my recklessness, I'm sorry. You won't see me in this sorry state again."

This "I'm sorry," the only one in his life, almost made the tear glands of Zhu Zai, Lord Zhu, pop out.

"Bastard."

Zhu Zai was also scolding Li Miao with such lack of confidence for the first time. But he saw Li Miao's expression turn solemn.

"Alright, old man, time is tight and the task is heavy."

"You just listen to me."

"Prime Minister Zhuge, Sima Yi, you know them, right?"

Zhu Zai immediately understood.

"You mean—"

Li Miao smiled.

"That's right, such a classic routine, I've wanted to play it for a long time. Don't worry, although An Qisheng does not fear me, he was rushed to the point of losing all his trump cards and had to fight for his life personally."

"He must be afraid of me rushing his face again, but it just happens to be the right time to use this move against him."

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The Emperor gritted his teeth and chased after An Qisheng.

With the realm of the four paths combined into one, it would take less than a cup of tea to cross the palace city. But chasing and fleeing, it took a full half an hour.

An Qisheng was taking a detour.

He was heading directly to the Imperial Palace at first, but when he got close, he suddenly turned, took the Emperor for another lap, and then returned, and then left.

It was as if... he was dragging out time.

As if waiting for a timing to step into the palace city.

The Emperor had already understood, but he didn't dare let An Qisheng disappear from his sight, so he could only grit his teeth and follow behind.

The seventh time approaching the Imperial Palace.

The seventh time passing the palace wall.

The Emperor had already slowed down in advance to prepare for a turn, and was ready to use "Silent Illumination" to directly control An Qisheng this time, not letting him escape again.

But the next instant, his pupils shrank!

An Qisheng actually turned around suddenly and leaped into the palace city!

He didn't turn!

The timing he was waiting for had arrived!

The Emperor turned a beat too slow, gritted his teeth and followed closely, leaping into the palace wall, chasing directly after An Qisheng.

And at the other end of the Forbidden City, An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe chased all the way, and didn't have time to take the main gate, directly flipping over the wall into the palace, walking dozens of yards in the direction indicated by the Gu-insects.

Those Gu-insects all lowered their heads to the ground.

"This is it!"

An Ziyang said in a low voice.

No need for more words, Mei Qinghe had already drawn her sword, "Sword Twenty-Three" ready to go, and the four officials had also raised their Qi, ready to attack.

After waiting for about a dozen breaths, the ground shook.

An Ziyang had already gripped dozens of bags of poison in his hands, ready to trigger them at any time.

Just as the floor tiles were slightly raised, and An Ziyang was about to scatter the poison into it, a burst of noisy talking and footsteps suddenly came from not far away.

"Is this it?"

"Really entered the palace! But General Bai, what should we do next?"

"Should we go to the Palace of Heavenly Purity to remonstrate to death, or go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony to hold a morning meeting to seek justice for the countless colleagues who died at the hands of that evil thief Tang Lanzhou?"

An Ziyang's pupils shrank.

"The civil officials were also sent here!"

"What exactly do they want to do!"

Before he could react, he heard Mei Qinghe shout sharply!

"Brother An, dodge!"

"An Qisheng!"