Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 226: Jiang Yuqing Must Be Suppressed

September 22nd, Autumn Equinox, it rained today.

The sky has been overcast since morning.

Qipan Street, one of the thirty-seven streets in the capital city, belongs to Chunlan Street in the Spring Orchid District. Here, there are many silk shops, pawnshops, banks, and embroidery shops. Most of the people coming and going are women and young ladies. However, if you pass through the street and turn a corner, you will reach the West City Office of the Thirteenth City Garrison.

Therefore, there are often officials from the court and dignitaries passing by in carriages.

Half an hour ago, Lingyi stood in front of a silk shop, wearing a water-green long gown that swayed in the wind. Her pair of phoenix eyes pierced through the bustling crowd and looked towards the end of the street.

She has maintained this posture for half an hour.

"Ling Miss, take a break."

Zhang Guangpu, who was sitting next to her at a beef noodle stall on the side of the road, ignored the disdainful gaze of the stall owner because of his white seat. "What if the Crown Prince doesn't take this route?"

"That's right!"

Sitting at the same table was a cold-faced young man wearing a tight-fitting blue shirt and wrapped trousers. He had a bald sheath long sword hanging from his waist, and his hair was tied in a loose bun. This was the recent popular "Extreme Practitioner" dress in the capital city. It was not known who invented it. This dress represented the ultimate Martial Dao spirit, and one's martial cultivation could flourish. "If it doesn't work, we'll go to the Jiang Mansion to demand justice."

Zhang Guangpu was taken aback and smiled bitterly. "Miao Xiaoliu, you, a wandering practitioner from the northern frontier, don't know the depth of the capital city. What kind of characters are we? Let alone demanding justice from the Jiang family. Have you never heard of Hu Sange, the guard of the Jiang family? I made friends with him a few days ago. He's a Half-step Small Great Master, very arrogant. It is said that he already has a wife and a concubine. A few days ago, he used the silver rewarded by the Jiang Crown Prince for breaking into the forbidden area of Jiuluan Mountain to marry the illegitimate daughter of the Marquis of Xiliang as his concubine. If this happened in my hometown, he would be a wealthy man. Even a guard is like this..."

He couldn't continue. Not to mention the Jiang family's royal relatives and nobles, who in the martial dao world didn't know about the heroic deeds of the Jiang Crown Prince a few days ago? Anyone who practices martial dao would feel fear and awe.

"So what?"

Miao Xiaoliu was eight parts dissatisfied and nine parts unconvinced. "Why bring up family background? We practitioners value martial arts, we make friends through martial arts, and we prove ourselves through martial arts. This is different from family background. Although he is a crown prince, in terms of martial dao, he is equal to me. I, a mere nobody, have already challenged the geniuses of various academies and the top ten young masters!"

Zhang Guangpu was shocked.

Lingyi also glanced over.

"Of course! They ignored me." Miao Xiaoliu coldly smiled. "But my martial dao has become even more advanced."

Lingyi turned her head away again.

Zhang Guangpu smacked his lips and waved, shouting, "Boss, three bowls of beef noodles, the kind that costs three copper coins per bowl."

The stall owner, who had a happy expression on his face and was about to take off his apron to wipe the table, changed his expression when he heard this. "The lowest price is eight copper coins per bowl."

"In that case, forget it. I can't afford it."

Zhang Guangpu sighed. Land in the capital city is precious, and prices are extremely high. The entrance examination is still three or four months away, and he can't afford it anymore.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes suddenly sat down at the table next to them. His beard was messy, and there were traces of bloodshot in his eyes. "Boss, three catties of beef and a bowl of stinky noodles."

"Alright!" The stall owner quickly got busy.

Zhang Guangpu and Miao Xiaoliu cast envious glances at him, and then they heard the sound of wheels, horse hooves, and someone coldly shouting to clear the way not far away.

They turned their heads abruptly.

They saw a luxurious carriage pulled by four horses slowly approaching at the end of the street, accompanied by dozens of tall and sharp-eyed male and female guards on horseback.

The heavy sound of horse hooves echoed through the long street.

The intimidating momentum and the atmosphere of a noble family came rushing towards them. Even before it approached, it made people feel fearful.

Pedestrians on the street quickly made way, and the small vendors hurriedly moved their tables and stalls out of the way.

"Jiang Jia's eldest son is here!" Zhang Guangpu lowered his voice, feeling complicated about Jiang's eldest son, with whom he had sailed together.

Miao Xiaoliu's eyes flickered, and suddenly he became timid, shrinking his neck.

On the left side, behind the silk shop, a tall building stood. Several people dressed tightly and with solemn expressions hid in the corners, guarding against any threats.

In the attic, a graceful singer was pouring wine. The owner of the wine glass was an old man with gray hair and a dignified presence. He raised the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, saying, "Shu Ning!"

Three young men and women sat cross-legged below the hall. One of the women in her twenties had eyebrows as sharp as a man's, with a straight back and a fierce look in her eyes. She said, "Here."

"Today, my grandfather brought you all here to see the excitement. Do you know why?" The old man's expression was kind, but he still exuded an aura of authority and superiority.

As the Right Minister, in charge of all military and state affairs, he was above three or two people and below ten thousand people. Every word, action, and move he made had already penetrated deep into his bones.

"My granddaughter thinks that we should see how Jiang's eldest son will break the situation." Feng Shuning said in a deep voice, "We still need to test whether he has the qualifications to obtain the remaining lotus of the Fengtian Tower Sword Formation in the Taiping Palace ten days later."

"Hmm..." Feng Sihu stroked his beard and nodded in approval.

Feng Shuning continued, "But my granddaughter thinks that it would be like finding a needle in a haystack for him to succeed."

"Oh?" Feng Sihu became somewhat interested.

Feng Shuning said, "Firstly, I heard that there have been rumors in the palace recently that the True Qi cultivated by Jiang's eldest son is not genuine divine True Qi. There are also rumors in the market that the incident in the Jiuluan Mountain secret realm was intentionally staged by the Jiang family, using the experience of their ancestors. Now, in just twenty days, the influence of Jiang's eldest son has completely faded away.

Even if the court intends to support him, my granddaughter still thinks that he is not extraordinary. It's not that my granddaughter is overestimating herself, but all the participants this time are geniuses in their own right. It is impossible for one person to achieve great success. Moreover, Jiang's eldest son is a proud and greedy person."

"What you said makes sense. In fact, no matter what True Qi or Talent Jiang Yuqing possesses, whether the Jiuluan Mountain forbidden area is real or fake, it doesn't matter. What matters is that he has not grown up yet, and the Jiang family cannot stand out. Even if he is a heaven-defying person, he must be suppressed.

In this vast universe, there are countless outstanding individuals in the span of a hundred years. In the capital, under the feet of the emperor, there are worldly matters, political affairs, military affairs, all of which are complicated. Which genius can leave a lasting name? Even if Jiang Yuqing doesn't become famous throughout the world, if someone finds an opportunity..." Feng Sihu played with his wine glass and made a gesture, looking at a group of younger generations. "It's not impossible. Do you know why?"

Feng Shuning frowned slightly, "Granddaughter doesn't know. I have always been puzzled by this. The ancestors of the Jiang family expanded their territory and sacrificed their lives for generations. Now, the family is left with only two descendants. Why are there still people who can't tolerate them?"

"Emperor Taizu once said to Jiang Wang, 'My descendants will rule for three hundred years, and your descendants will rule for three hundred years. Mr. Zhuge's descendants will rule for another three hundred years.'"

Feng Sihu chuckled, "Perhaps this is just a rumor, but have you heard of the three major states and eighteen prefectures in the Western Regions?"

A young man below the hall said, "I have been there. The three major states and eighteen prefectures have been managed by the Jiang family for two hundred years. They only know the Jiang family and not the imperial Zhou family. The three hundred thousand strong troops of the Western Qin only listen to the Jiang family's orders. They are a force that cannot be underestimated, and the name of the vassal state is real."

"So, can you guess who will take action next?" Feng Sihu stroked his beard and remained silent.

A young man widened his eyes, "This sudden move is too ruthless. The Western Qin is going to have trouble!"

Feng Sihu sighed, "You should know that imperial power is bestowed by heaven and cannot be taken away by ordinary people. Those who try to seize it will be annihilated. This is what I, an old man, have to say. Remember it!"

"Yes!"