Chapter 599: Killing Intent

"Eastern... King Seal?"

Yoshida Takeshi read out hoarsely and hesitantly.

"Yongle... Edict?"

Most Eastern fonts were inherited from the Central Plains. As a goldsmith, he often needed to engrave seal script on goldware, so he could understand these characters.

But... what did it mean?

Did "Eastern King" refer to His Majesty the Emperor?

This gold seal seemed to be an edict from someone named "Yongle" conferring the title of Eastern King, but... who was this "Yongle" that could confer a title upon His Majesty the Emperor?

Before he could clear his thoughts, Miyoshi Ryota lifted him up, pressed him in front of the furnace, and slapped the piece of gold Lu Lu Wushuang had brought in front of him.

*Clang!*

Miyoshi Ryota slashed the blade, still wet with blood, in front of Yoshida Takeshi and said coldly.

"One hour."

Then he swept a glance, intentionally or unintentionally, at the corpses of the "Yakuza" on the ground.

Yoshida Takeshi shuddered violently and reacted—where did he have the time to care about His Majesty the Emperor? The other party had killed over a dozen people in the blink of an eye; they were clearly more vicious characters than the "Yakuza." Where did he have any choice!

So, forcibly suppressing his fear, he wiped his face with his sleeve and, following instinct, threw the gold nugget into the furnace fire.

In a corner of the room, Lu Lu Wushuang smiled at Li Miao.

"I don’t know if this goldsmith can do a good job."

Li Miao sipped his tea.

"It doesn’t matter. As long as it looks the part, that’s enough. The Yongle Emperor has long been dead. Now, whichever seal I say is real, that one is real."

"If they aren’t convinced, they can send a letter to the Great Shu court to ask... Oh right, go find me a radish."

Lu Lu Wushuang tilted her head.

"A radish?"

Although puzzled, since Li Miao had given the order, she didn’t ask more, turned around, and went out the door. However, after a moment, she returned carrying a basket of radishes.

Not just radishes, but a set of kitchen utensils as well.

"My lord, how should we eat it?"

She rolled up her sleeves.

Li Miao laughed.

"It’s not for eating... Never mind, you can make something to eat first if you want."

Saying this, he reached out and picked a large radish, condensed a sharp edge of true Qi with his fingers, *whoosh, whoosh, whoosh* a few times, and then knocked the radish onto the table.

With a *clatter*, only a square piece remained in his hand. Li Miao dipped it into the teacup, pressed it onto the table, glanced at the tea-water imprint, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Hmm, the craft hasn’t rusted yet."

Lu Lu Wushuang leaned forward to look and widened her eyes.

The imprint made by the tea on the table clearly formed four large characters—"Treasure of the Emperor"!

Li Miao rubbed his chin and smacked his lips.

"Oh right."

"There’s also the *fengbo*, *tenghuang*, and *guanfang*."

After speaking, he picked another radish, moved his fingers, and carved seals such as "Seal of the Cabinet," "Ministry of Rites Supervising Secretary," "Seal of the Ministry of Rites," and "Ministry of Rites Tenghuang Guanfang."

When he finished carving, he lined them up on the table. Looking at them, the official seals of the Emperor, the Cabinet, and the Six Ministries were all there, making one feel uneasy just looking at them—it was just that they smelled like radishes.

At this time, Lu Lu Wushuang also reacted.

"My lord, are you going to... forge an imperial edict?"

Li Miao said happily, tucking his hands into his sleeves.

"What are you talking about? An imperial edict that the Emperor doesn’t recognize is a fake one; my seals are all real."

He picked up the "Treasure of the Emperor" and shook it.

"As long as it’s carved by me, even if it’s carved into the 'Treasure of Fundamentals,' the Emperor will recognize it. Where is it fake?"

Lu Lu Wushuang sighed long and nodded.

"Yes, my lord is right."

After speaking, she turned to look at Yoshida Takeshi, who was busy in front of the forging furnace, and said in a low voice.