Chapter 117: You Talked the Emperor to Death!

Lifting the curtain, a girl in a green dress looked at Fang Can's expression and asked:

"How is the situation? You don't look very happy. Were you injured?"

"No, that's not it. I'm just disgusted. They lost, yet they begged for mercy and played the victim, messing with my mood." Fang Can pouted.

"But... isn't it reasonable to beg for mercy after losing?" Ye Qingshi said softly.

"I just felt a kindred sorrow. However, I feel that whoever 'Wan' is wouldn't beg for mercy; it was all his subordinates and followers acting on their own."

Fang Can said, "Then tell me, if I lost, wouldn't it be your father and the others kneeling on the ground begging for clemency?"

At that moment, Ye Qingshi realized Fang Can was thinking about that, and couldn't help but smile, "Then you just don't lose, and that solves it."

"That's easy for you to say. There are so many powerful people, but I can't afford to lose even once," Fang Can complained quietly.

"Hey!" Suddenly, Ye Qingshi's eyes widened: "You're not going to have your Dao heart shatter next, are you? I read in the rumors that martial artists who lose their way all regress in realm and such."

"Get lost, get lost." Fang Can waved his hand speechlessly, "I was just complaining. It's not that serious. I just find it a bit boring."

"Occasionally venting on NetEase Cloud Music during normal times, otherwise wouldn't I be just like those martial arts maniacs in your world?"

"Besides, this is just the beginning."

Fang Can tapped the wooden table lightly with his finger, "From now on, the more enemies the better. Ideally, the Emperor dies suddenly, dragging me into a royal struggle. Then a fugitive Empress appears. I face life-threatening dangers, help her step by step to the top, successfully reclaim the throne, and then bombard the Golden Hall. Usually, that's how Wu Xia novels set in the harem go."

Ye Qingshi stared blankly at the youth describing things with such spirit. Although she didn't speak, her eyes made her meaning very clear: she thought Fang Can's imagination was a bit too rich; how could such things possibly happen?

For the next two days, the caravan continued north. Perhaps because a martial artist from the top thousand of the Qianlong List was hanging on the pole, no one came to disturb them for the following days.

However, when deep night arrived, as a cold wind blew, Ye Yonglie and the others immediately discovered that Wan Chenyu and the other young masters from noble families who had been hanging there were all gone.

They vanished without a trace; no one saw who made the move.

Inside the sedan chair, Ye Yonglie knelt on one knee and reported this to Fang Can, whose expression remained calm.

"If they're gone, they're gone. Those people all have noble families and great sects backing them. It's normal for them to intervene if they can't stand it."

Fang Can spoke in a flat tone. After all, those great noble families all cared about face. It was fine if they won, but if they lost and let their young masters go out and make a fool of themselves, they certainly couldn't stand it.

Just now, he had vaguely sensed that at the moment of his misfortune turning to good fortune, his strength had increased several times over. It was likely that the existence in the shadows was considering whether to make a move.

If the Sword of Calamity Mountain hadn't been backing them, a fight might have broken out by now.

"However, are the people I detained that easy to snatch?" Fang Can wore a faint smile.

At this moment, hundreds of li away from here, a withered old man was exerting his full strength to cultivate his Qi.

Cooperating with a pill refined by a Second-Realm expert, after ten-plus minutes, the body that had originally been sunken, with broken limbs and blind eyes, had already recovered.

"This old servant arrived late, causing the young master to suffer." Looking at the youth cultivating and regulating his breath, the old man said slowly.

"Where are Li Xiangyang and the others?" Wan Chenyu opened his eyes and asked.

"Just now, I entrusted someone to return them to the various noble families," the old man replied.

"Uncle Gui, I want Fang Can dead." Wan Chenyu ground his teeth. Such a humiliating disgrace, he would never forget in his life.

The old man sighed, "Fang Can is a descendant of the Sword of Calamity Mountain; he is not someone we can defeat by force."

"Young master, the master has already said not to go out during this time. Just stay safely at home."

"Moreover, chaos has already broken out in the capital. His Majesty fell into the water and drowned a few days ago."

"What? His Majesty is dead?" Wan Chenyu's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes. It seems not long after you set out to trouble Fang Can, His Majesty drowned mysteriously."

After seeing the old man nod, Wan Chenyu reluctantly accepted it, realizing that something major was amiss.

"Why would His Majesty drown to death when there was at least a group of First and Second-Realm guards watching?" Wan Chenyu said subconsciously.

"It is said that His Majesty went incognito to a brothel to find a prostitute, so the guards around him were reduced to the minimum. Then the guards also went to find prostitutes. Due to a series of accidents, His Majesty had been dead for an hour before the body was discovered."

The old man recounted what he knew: "Afterwards, the First-Realm guard was captured. After severe torture, no problems were found, but everyone knows there is something fishy inside."

Although due to the Martial Restriction Order from a hundred years ago, the martial world forcibly ordered the current Emperor to be a mortal who could not practice martial arts.

But such a sudden death by drowning, anyone could clearly see the problem within; there was absolutely a political enemy maliciously suppressing him.

After hearing the general process, even Wan Chenyu found it hard to accept such a hasty result; this death was too ridiculous.

And most importantly, the Wan family was a staunch member of the Baohuang Sect. It was precisely by supporting the late Emperor to ascend the throne that they grew step by step.

With this change in royal power, the Wan family might also face turmoil.

Thinking of this, Wan Chenyu said with relief, "It doesn't matter. The Wan family has already invested in the Crown Prince in advance. As long as we wait for the Crown Prince to ascend the throne, everything will be fine..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the old man's face become awkward.

"Young master, the Crown Prince also..."

"The Crown Prince is also dead?" Wan Chenyu sucked in a cold breath.

The old man, known as Uncle Gui, nodded with difficulty, "The Crown Prince was sleeping in the room when suddenly a beam from the roof fell and killed him."

'Conspiracy! There is absolutely a conspiracy here!'

Wan Chenyu firmly concluded in his heart without hesitation. How could such things be so coincidental? And those who made the move were definitely from the other families.

"So now is a sensitive period. Every family suspects the others made the move, but there is no evidence. The family head has already ordered all disciples to return to the capital to prevent the opposition from seizing a handle to attack them politically."

Hearing Uncle Gui say this, Wan Chenyu, who originally wanted revenge, could only helplessly grit his teeth and say, "Then let's go. Return to the capital."

"Coincidentally, that Fang Can is also going to the capital. I will set up a formation in the capital and wait for him!"

"No one has ever humiliated me like this. I will blast him into dust."

On the other side, the news of the Emperor's passing spread across Dajiangnanbei like a mountain collapse and a tsunami, delivering another heavy blow to this decaying empire.

Although in Dayan, the power of royal authority had been weakened to the extreme, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse, and it still caused tremors inside and outside Dayan.

And with the spread of the news, Fang Can successfully heard this message: "You say the Emperor is dead? And he drowned? How is that possible!"

Recalling his words from a few days ago, Ye Qingshi subconsciously covered her mouth and looked at Fang Can.

You talked the Emperor to death!!!

(End of Chapter)