The First Lackey Under The Empress

We meet again…

As expected, she was indeed a descendant of Pei Niannu's family. Because Pei Niannu had offended too many people in the past, after his death, the entire Pei family scattered in various places under disguised names to avoid being hunted down.

Lu Yan'er's branch changed their surname to "Lu." She showed great talent in cultivation from a young age. Later, due to Jianghu vendettas, she lost her relatives and became the only remaining bloodline of this branch.

Whether it was to inherit the family's mission, to find the inheritance of her ancestor in order to complete her advancement, or to go further.

In short, Lu Yan'er had been searching for Pei Niannu's whereabouts for many years. Later, because the clues pointed to the royal family, and she was clearly unable to enter the palace to investigate, she unexpectedly received a promise from Prince Jing to work for him.

The whole process was not complicated.

Zhao Du'an also felt that fate was wonderful after listening to it. Who would have thought that there would be such a coincidence... …

Moreover, the rules suppressed by this mask sounded rather strange and evil… It didn't seem like the orthodox path, but rather like the methods of an evil sorcerer.

Could it be that the god Pei Niannu cultivated was considered an evil god? Hiss… …

"Ancestor!"

Kneeling on the ground, Lu Yan'er, whose green clothes were stained with blood, looked excited:

"We have been searching for you for hundreds of years. The elders in the family have always said that you did not die. Today we meet you. We implore our ancestor to return and gather the clansmen who scattered throughout the Jianghu in the past… …"

Pei Niannu listened quietly. Although separated by the mask, she still exuded a sense of vicissitudes and loneliness.

She looked at Zhao Du'an and said calmly:

"Tell… …her… …I am… …dead, no need to be obsessed… …"

After speaking, without waiting for Zhao Du'an to respond, she took the initiative to sever all the magical red threads, disappeared from the mortal world, and returned to the Six Chapters Scripture.

She hung up… … Zhao Du'an's eyelids twitched. He called out "Senior" a few more times in his heart, but Pei Niannu seemed to have touched a sore spot and didn't respond to him at all.

"Ancestor? Ancestor?!"

Lu Yan'er watched the bride-dressed female sorcerer turn around and disappear, looking around blankly and calling out miserably.

Zhao Du'an smacked his lips, feeling the dwindling Qi in his body that was consumed to maintain Pei Niannu's descent, and actively disconnected from the visualization. In this way, Pei Niannu would no longer be able to sense what was happening outside.

He looked down at Princess Lu and said sarcastically: "Stop shouting, Princess. Senior Pei has already returned."

Lu Yan'er looked at him blankly, expecting an explanation.

Zhao Du'an said without changing his expression:

"Senior Pei said that she was very disappointed in you. It's fine to participate in the secular court's struggle, but you are even willing to serve a rebel like Prince Jing, becoming a lackey of mortal dignitaries, humiliating her, and even more so, humiliating this inheritance. Such a descendant still has the face to ask her to return?"

Lu Yan'er was struck by lightning. Her face turned pale and she slumped to the ground, her lips moving:

"I… …I… …"

As she spoke, tears faintly rolled down behind her silver armor. She only felt ashamed and had nowhere to hide.

That's right.

What kind of demeanor did the ancestor have six hundred years ago? That was a figure who shared the limelight with the Great Yu's founding emperor, ranking among the strongest in the world.

Moreover, with secret methods, she almost became a god, able to achieve immortality for six hundred years, which was unheard of.

How proud should such an ancestor be?

And what about myself?

In this case, the ancestor's attack on me just now should be because she was angry at my lack of ambition, and resentfully punished me, right?

Seeing her lost and collapsed faith, Zhao Du'an changed the subject:

"However… …Senior Pei also said that she wants me to tell you that you should come to her again when you are truly worthy of being her descendant one day."

The light that had died in Lu Yan'er's eyes reignited. She climbed up, looking at Zhao Du'an impatiently, her tone excited:

"What should I do? Only then will the ancestor be willing to see me again?"

Zhao Du'an looked like he was looking at an idiot and said:

"Can't you figure it out? Naturally, it is to abandon darkness and turn to the light. Senior Pei and I stand together, but you are with a rebel like Prince Jing, and you are enemies with me, which means you are enemies with your ancestor."

Lu Yan'er suddenly realized. She first showed joy, then realized something was wrong:

"But you just said that the ancestor resented me for being a lackey for the powerful, but aren't you also… …"

Zhao Du'an said expressionlessly and rebuked:

"Do you know that I am a disciple of the founding emperor? I cultivate the Martial God path? Can it be the same as you?

If we put aside the mortal emperors, kings, and generals, and discuss in terms of the inheritance of the cultivator's sect, the current empress and I are from the same sect, and Hai Gongfeng is also from the same sect.

Those from the same sect are originally one. Do you know why Senior Pei can be summoned by me? It is because Senior Pei also joined the founding emperor's sect back then. Don't you understand yet?"

Lu Yan'er suddenly understood.

Yes, she ignored this level. The world of cultivators is different from the mortal world. What matters is the inheritance.

Once this was pointed out, she immediately said:

"I am willing to abandon darkness and turn to the light, and join the Martial God lineage, only asking Master Zhao to help me explain to my ancestor… …"

Zhao Du'an shook his head with a teasing smile:

"Princess Lu, you were assassinating me just now, and you still have the identity of a princess. How can you ask me to believe you?"

Lu Yan'er stood up, her eyes cold behind the cracked mask:

"I will return to Huting now and kill Prince Jing and his son. How about using that as a certificate of surrender?"

The appearance of Pei Niannu caused her to change her position on the spot. Compared to Prince Jing's empty check, Zhao Du'an's side was clearly more credible.

"… …Wait!"

Zhao Du'an was startled, but stopped her and began to think.

Kill Prince Jing directly? He had to admit that this was a very tempting condition, and he was indeed tempted.

But after thinking about it, Zhao Du'an felt that it was inappropriate.

First, killing Prince Jing would inevitably lead to unpredictable changes in the political landscape of the entire Great Yu Dynasty.

The current barely stable situation would be broken in an instant. From a global perspective, this may not be a good thing.

After all, there are still seven of the eight princes. Aside from Prince Jing, Prince Mu of Yunfu also has the potential to sit on the dragon throne. The existence of the eight princes can restrain each other. If it is broken, it is impossible to clearly judge whether it is good or bad.

Second, this big decision is not something that he, as a supervisor, can make.

He is just a minister, and he has not reported to the empress. He does not have the authority to do such a big thing without authorization.

In the officialdom, overstepping one's authority is dangerous even in wartime, let alone peacetime?

Third, and most importantly, Zhao Du'an suspected that Prince Jing was not that easy to kill.

Otherwise, why didn't the empress, who possessed the combat power of the Celestial Realm, simply go to Jiangnan alone and kill all eight princes?

Whether it was out of concern for being infamous for thousands of years, or that the situation could not be easily broken, or that Prince Jing, the old schemer, must have hidden life-saving methods.

In short, the empress did not do this, there must be a reason, and Zhao Du'an could not do it either.

"Are you sure you can kill him? Does he have no life-saving methods?" Zhao Du'an asked calmly.

Lu Yan'er was silent for a moment, then shook her head and said:

"I can't be sure. Xu Wen is a…deeply scheming person. The guards around him are definitely not just me. Moreover, when he asked me to join, I tried to reveal my killing intent, and I felt something on him that I was afraid of."

That's more reasonable… How could he not have any background if he dared to fight against the empress? Zhao Du'an asked:

"Do you know what his trump cards are?"

Lu Yan'er shook her head and said:

"I know very little. Although I work as a guard for him, I don't participate in his affairs. He is also very wary of me. Not only me, but even his son Xu Jinglong only knows a small and unimportant part.

I only know that Prince Jing has some secret connections with Wudi City. He is also secretly training troops in Jiancheng Tao, hollowing out a mountain to make a firearms factory."

Then, as if to express her sincerity, she told all the information she knew in one breath.

Zhao Du'an gained a lot, but there was indeed little information involving the core.

It was not surprising that Prince Jing would be crazy to reveal his secrets to this princess, who betrayed him without any hesitation.

"How about this." Zhao Du'an pondered for a moment and said with his hands behind his back:

"I need you to continue to lurk in Prince Jing's mansion. When you go back today, just say that I have a trump card and summoned a divine descent to injure you. Don't say anything else.

After that, don't intentionally collect any information, just be as usual, and wait for my order.

Don't worry, as long as you abandon darkness and turn to the light and work for me, I will speak for you to Senior Pei. Of course, the choice is always in your hands. You can believe me or believe Prince Jing."

Lu Yan'er did not hesitate and suddenly knelt on one knee, like a surrendered general in the army, and said seriously:

"Your subordinate obeys."

She understood very well what attitude and way to deal with officials.

Since she could serve Prince Jing in order to pursue her ancestors, it was naturally possible to change to serving Zhao Du'an.

The corners of Zhao Du'an's mouth raised slightly, and he waved his hand and said: "Go."

"Yes!"

Lu Yan'er picked up the remaining half of the long sword on the ground, and with her wounded body, a formation slowly appeared under her feet and disappeared.

Large pieces of fallen leaves fell one after another, leaving only Zhao Du'an alone, with his hands behind his back, looking at the direction she disappeared, the corners of his mouth twitched:

"Wait, you haven't told me how to go back."

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