Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 277: The Emperor's Wrath

The Jiang Mansion is sleepless tonight!

The servants have been rewarded with silver, each of them delighted, their faces no longer tense but filled with smiles.

The princess, the lady, and the young ladies gather for a celebratory feast, unable to contain their joy. Even the most beautiful words in the world cannot express the excitement in their hearts for Yuqing.

The rise or fall, the glory or shame of a Hundred Year family requires the perseverance of generations. Yet Yuqing has accomplished what the ancestors could not!

The mere mention of the fifty thousand private army of the Jiang family stirs up emotions that are hard to control.

Even if they have to be cautious of the Emperor and the Prime Minister's thoughts, what harm is there in enjoying themselves behind closed doors?

It is said that the elderly lady, who has just recovered from a serious illness, is also happy and has had a few more drinks.

The front courtyard is still bustling, but Ji Yao Yue has already returned to Fengwei Courtyard with her palace maids, her graceful figure and elegant demeanor lighter than before, every move pleasing to the eye.

"Princess!"

Jian Gong approaches from afar, his expression excited. "The news of the son-in-law has spread throughout the capital. It is truly dazzling. I never expected the son-in-law to be so brave!"

Ji Yao Yue nods slightly and enters the main hall.

Everything that Xin Zhuo left behind in the hall, daily necessities and clothes, has been well preserved and regularly taken care of by Ji Yao Yue herself.

She slowly walks towards the desk, sits down, and looks at the set of bandit clothes that Xin Zhuo couldn't bear to throw away, lost in thought.

She has already hand-washed this set of clothes thirteen times.

Jian Gong sighs softly. Every time at this moment, the princess needs quietness. He signals to the palace maids to withdraw and closes the hall door.

Ji Yao Yue is still looking at Xin Zhuo's clothes. Suddenly, she reaches out her hand and gently sways, smiling softly as she murmurs, "You will never forgive me in the end. You worked so hard in the Western Regions, even daring to challenge the court and the emperor, all for the plan of never coming back even if the fish dies and the net breaks!"

As she speaks, a dazzling illusion of a five-clawed golden dragon suddenly appears behind her, exuding the majesty of the imperial dynasty, the foremost dragon of the world, faintly connected to the grand trend of the Fulong Mountain!

The True Qi of the Yin of the Divine Path fluctuates.

In the silent roar of the golden dragon illusion, her aura has already reached the level of a Great Venerable.

"You will never understand! This calamitous dragon aura requires sacrifice, the sacrifice of the man belonging to me, Ji Yao Yue. When I devour the fortune of the Great Zhou, I will rule the world and establish an Immortal Dynasty that has never been seen before... I will achieve immortality, and you will be reborn... What does it matter if you die for me once? You will never understand. You are just a foolish little bandit. With your current behavior, how can you survive? Without me helping you, every step you take will be difficult. Who in this world loves you? Haha..."

The more she laughs, the crazier she becomes, her laughter growing louder and louder. The golden dragon illusion hovers over the entire Great Hall, shining brightly, dazzling the eyes.

But her aura remains hidden, not leaking out of the palace in the slightest.

...

In the capital, the revelry continues throughout the night.

The people of the world ultimately belong to the Great Zhou, and the land of Western Qin ultimately belongs to the Great Zhou.

The Prince of Western Qin's victory is not just his own matter.

By the Xuanling River, the brothels and entertainment establishments of the Ruyi Scepter District are already overcrowded. There are passionate scholars with a newfound interest in poetry and literature.

Lines like "Kunlun will never be broken" and "Let's see who can conquer the Anxi Mountain, only I, the Prince of Western Qin..."

"What else is there? 'With golden spears and iron horses, I conquer the world, allowing the barbarians to enter the capital...'"

Regardless of one's level of poetry, it can be wild and extravagant, drinking and singing with a joyful heart.

"The appearance of a hero and the aura of a renowned general are finally revealed!"

"Such a magnificent man like the Master, how can he be confined to mediocrity?"

In the grand chamber of the Xingyun Tower, which was destroyed and rebuilt by the Jiang family's experts, more than ten people were sitting in meditation.

Ji Cunxiao, Zong Lingxi, Li Xiyue, Helian Sheng, Feng Sanbao, Song Qiqi, and Murong Yunxi, along with Fu Qingshan, who had a friendship with Xin Zhuo on the same boat, all gathered together.

Helian Sheng had already drunk three jin of Chunyu wine and looked at everyone with a drunken haze. "How about it? What do you think? I regret not joining the Divine Might Army back then, just like Bai Xuanji, who joined the Master's side!"

Li Xiyue sighed. The Divine Might Army was the Jiang family's private army, while the Divine Strategy Army was directly under the imperial court. Scholars and practitioners naturally preferred the Divine Strategy Army. But... who could have expected the Master to be so brave and achieve unprecedented feats? In that case, Bai Xuanji indeed had good judgment.

"Hehe..." Fu Qingshan suddenly smiled bitterly. Now that he had joined his cousin and become a mere ten-chang officer in the Divine Strategy Army, he used to be complacent and considered himself far superior to Zhang Guangpu, who had nowhere to go. But compared to others who went to the Western Qin region and had a friendship on the same boat, he was now climbing step by step, right?

Ji Cunxiao and Zong Lingxi looked at the group of former Yike students who were indulging in pleasure, feeling embarrassed.

"I want to make a name for the Master! Adding to the glory is better than doing nothing. I want to see who still dares to question!" Helian Sheng stood up unsteadily, walked to the window, and shouted with all his might, "Everyone! Everyone! Listen to me, the Prince of Western Qin is my teacher. Today, I want to make it clear that Sun Tzu's Art of War and the Tao Te Ching were all created by Prince of Western Qin, Jiang Yuqing! No one can take that away!"

"Uh..."

Behind him, Li Xiyue, Feng Sanbao, and others looked at each other. What you said might be correct, but... when did it become the Master's creation?

In the crowded hall outside, it quieted down for a moment, and then a Confucian scholar looked up to the sky and laughed, "So that's how it is! The Prince of Western Qin is actually a learned Deva. No wonder he can win with few against many and achieve victory in the Battle of Xiaofichuan!"

This matter... suddenly became reasonable!

...

Night fell.

The setting sun's afterglow cast a golden hue over the majestic, solemn, and enormous imperial city.

At the Tongzheng Gate, Left Minister Linghu Pi, Right Minister Feng Sihu, Grand General of the Divine Strategy Army Tuoba Gui, Minister of War Lü Zhizhong, Right Deputy of the Imperial Secretary Song Gui, Supervisor of the Strategy and Mystery Bureau Ling Xuwei, Deputy Minister Liu Guangshi, Left Deputy of the Imperial Secretary Li Wanchuan, Grand General of Martial Heaven Army Yuan Yi, and Grand General of the Front Army Mo Zongze, along with more than ten royal princes and dukes, dressed in purple court attire, entered the palace with a dignified expression.

It was not the time for court assembly, but all the court officials were urgently summoned to the palace by the Emperor.

At the moment they entered the palace gate, they exchanged glances. Although they didn't speak, they could see the heaviness in each other's eyes.

After passing through the Tongzheng Gate and walking across the long and empty white jade dragon steps, they traversed the imperial road lined with generals in the inner court and arrived at the Taiji Hall in the Zhen Tian Palace.

This place was not the Fengtian Hall for court assembly, but rather the place where the Emperor handled political affairs and met with private officials.

From afar, they saw a faint and weak dragon aura emanating from the hall. It had existed since the moment the Great Universe Emperor ascended the throne, but at this moment, the dragon aura was weak and turbulent.

When the Emperor is angry, blood will flow for a thousand miles!

The officials tensed up and quickened their pace. Upon entering the palace, they all bowed in unison, "We pay our respects to Your Majesty!"

There was no movement on the high dragon throne.

Left Minister Linghu Pi raised his head slightly and saw a shattered crystal jade lamp on the steps. His heart sank slightly as he looked towards the dragon seat. There, the young Emperor, dressed in a red robe embroidered with dragons, had a pale face and slightly disheveled hair.

There will be another chapter later, owing one chapter. It's not that I'm not trustworthy, but damn it, there's too much going on during the Spring Festival. You keep writing diligently, and four or five damn people drag you out to play cards. It's impossible not to get angry.

(End of this chapter)