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"Master of the Building's appetite has always been insatiable. Once this is accomplished, Qi Mo's life will return safely to me, and the throne of Yuan Cang will belong to you. What a profitable deal." Su Peijiu smiled like a spring breeze, yet there was no hint of negotiation in her eyes.
This was what she wanted. If Qi Rong agreed, then a written agreement would be established. Once the Desolate King falls, peace would return to Nan Xie Tower.
She looked at Qi Rong, the two of them locking eyes, neither willing to back down. After a moment, Qi Rong laughed heartily and slammed his hand on the table, causing Su Peijiu to squint her eyes.
"Since that's the case, I shall dance with wolves this time. Master of the Building, I look forward to your guidance in the future."
Su Peijiu smirked, "Of course, the Crown Prince will understand what a clever deal he has made."
Peace is a place in Yuan Cang, and as a wartime zone, it has few inhabitants and is hardly a prosperous land. However, this place was once the capital of Great Yan and still holds some value. For instance, its location is well-connected in all directions, making it extremely suitable for trade…
But for Nan Xie Tower to desire this place raises some questions. What exactly attracts this Master of the Building?
Qi Rong looked at the delicate man across from him who was silently drinking. He pondered, "Forgive my boldness, but may I ask why Master of the Building desires Peace? If it's for trade, then Jiangping is clearly more suitable."
"Jiangping?" Su Peijiu placed her wine cup in front of herself with a hint of mockery on her face. "If Nan Xie Tower were to demand Jiangping outright, would the Crown Prince comply?"
"Naturally not." Yuan Cang's trade relies on Jiangping for vitality; controlling Jiangping means controlling Yuan Cang's financial lifeline.
Su Peijiu glanced at him: "If that's the case, don't you think that question was unnecessary?"
Qi Rong awkwardly fell silent but could not shake off his lingering doubt. Whenever he interacted with this Master of the Building, he could sense a familiar aura but couldn't pinpoint whose it was.
"Since everything has been agreed upon, let's disperse. The agreement will be accepted by Nan Xie Tower. I hope His Highness will keep his word; otherwise..." A cold light flashed in Su Peijiu's watery eyes; her unfinished words were nonetheless clear.
The Crown Prince wore a wooden expression. "Rest assured, Master of the Building; I do not make idle promises."
Do not make idle promises? ... Has he already begun referring to himself as 'I'?
Su Peijiu smiled to himself, stood up, and cupped his fists together: "I hope for a pleasant cooperation."
The two exchanged smiles, revealing a meaning only they understood.
...
On a dark and windy night, the great fire painted the night sky of Chang'an a fiery red.
Su Chi stood at the gate of the imperial city with a gloomy expression. With a gesture, someone immediately carried a one-meter-wide pillar toward the city gate. Regardless of whether today's rebellion succeeded or failed, he had been forced onto Liangshan. Desolate King had such means that he left him with no way out!
Even the grasshoppers in autumn still jump a few times; how much more so for him, who had been the Yuan Cang Prime Minister for over twenty years? Although most of the court's power was controlled by Qi Mo, there were still a few loyal followers who stood by him.
As the city gate was smashed open, he mounted his horse and entered the city, followed by a group of Shadow Guards.
"Anyone encountered from the royal family, kill any resistors, regardless of gender."
Qi Cheng, I, Su Chi, have spent most of my life following you in military campaigns for Territory; what have I gained in the end? When the rabbit dies, the hound is cooked. Is this how you treat those brothers who fought for Territory with you? You Qi Family people are truly too overbearing!
The elder brother oppresses and insults me, while the younger brother takes my main wife and even conceals his illegitimate child!
Kicking open the emperor's bedroom door, he struck down the guarding Eunuch with a single palm.
The emperor stood up from behind his desk in his bright yellow dragon robe, his expression calm and showing no signs of chaos.
"Qi Cheng, can you still sit so calmly on your dragon throne now that things have come to this?"
Qi Cheng calmly placed his brush on the inkstone and then raised his eyes: "I knew this would happen, but I did not expect it to come so quickly."
"You leave all your dirty work and wrongdoings to me, so it's only natural that I would think of this. Now, I only have one question for you."
"I have treated you well, so why have you turned against me?" Qi Cheng looked at the man before him, who was as aged as he was, and the days of their past military exploits flashed before his eyes.
"Hmph!" Su Chi snorted coldly. "You want to talk about friendship when death is imminent? But I have no desire to reminisce with you! Quickly tell me where Qi Qing is?!"
"Qi Qing?" Qi Cheng was taken aback for a moment, furrowing his brow. "Qi Qing is wandering outside; how would I know?"
"Since you don't know, what use are you to me? The Qi Family owes me far too much; you all should go to hell to repent for your sins!" With that, he drew his sword and lunged at Qi Cheng. Although Qi Cheng had not practiced martial arts since becoming emperor, his skills from the past still remained. After dodging a few strikes, he soon felt his strength waning.
At that moment, Qi Rong appeared and stood in front of him. "Father, step back."
"Your Highness the Crown Prince... are you showcasing the deep bond between father and son? Unfortunately, you're not the only one with a son, Qi Cheng! Where is Cheng'er?"
Su City entered from outside with a sword in hand, nodding slightly at the Crown Prince with a hint of apology in his eyes before making his move. "I apologize."
Qi Rong snorted coldly. "Let me experience the high skills of the imperial bodyguards."
Seeing Qi Rong being entangled while Su Chi pressed forward with his sword, Qi Cheng quickly thought of a way out. "Don't you want to know about Qi Qing? I can tell you."
"Are you planning to betray your brother just to survive? You, Qi Cheng, are unworthy of being an emperor?!" With that, he stabbed into Qi Cheng's side, pulling out the sword as blood gushed forth.
Qi Cheng hurriedly covered his wound. "You... do you not remember our brotherly bond at all?"
"Bullshit bond! Ask your own conscience if you've ever treated me, Su Chi, as your brother! Does an emperor have brothers? I have no such fortune! I'm tired of groveling like a dog before you!" Su Chi watched with satisfaction as blood flowed through Qi Cheng's fingers covering the wound, his eyes filled with an uncontrollable madness.
"What does that have to do with Qi Qing? Has he offended you?"
Su Chi's face suddenly twisted with rage: "The hatred of a stolen wife! How can it be tolerated? He Qi Qing deserves to die more than you!"
"This is..." Qi Cheng suddenly thought of Su Peijiu. This woman is the child of his brother Qi Qing? His brother, who lived a life of misery, finally has a child? Ignoring his own wounds, he felt a surge of emotion.
"What are you talking about! Go meet the King of Hell." Su Chi raised his sword high and stabbed toward Qi Cheng's heart: "I will soon bring your dear brother to accompany you!"
"Clang—!" A copper coin deflected Su Chi's sword, causing it to veer off course and stab into Qi Cheng's chest.
"Chancellor, what are you doing? Treason?" Qi Mo, dressed in black, leaned against the doorframe, looking at the chaos inside the hall with a mocking smile.
Su Chi looked at Qi Cheng, who had fainted from the pain, bent down to pull out his sword: "Desolate King has finally come out after watching this good show for so long."
"This King seems to not understand what Chancellor means." Qi Mo played with the copper coin in his hand, his expression ambiguous.
Su Chi sneered, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes: "We are all smart people, so there's no need to pretend not to understand. Desolate King knows very well what he has done."
"What have I done?" Qi Mo slowly straightened up from the doorframe and walked toward the hall, avoiding the ongoing fight between Qi Rong and Su City. "This King seems to have only done what was expected of me, trying my best to stop Chancellor from rebelling. Is there anything wrong with that?"
A glimmer of contemplation flashed in Su Chi's eyes. He suddenly laughed, his expression becoming serene: "Desolate King, since you like my second daughter Pei Jiu, as long as you stand by tonight, I will personally deliver her into your hands another day. How about that?"
"That seems like a good deal." Qi Mo began to seriously consider it.
Meanwhile, Qi Rong, dodging Su Chi's sword, shouted at Qi Mo: "Qi Mo, do you really want to be so heartless?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Mo laughed and shrugged: "This King doesn't want to be seen as heartless! What should I do? Chancellor?" He seemed a bit troubled: "How about after capturing you, I imprison the Legitimate Daughter of the Su Family in my residence? This kind of hidden beauty is what I like most."
Truly perverse! The smile on Su Chi's face could no longer be maintained. Now that Bai Shuangya was not by his side, he didn't know where all these martial artists had suddenly come from. The fighting was over retrieving the Martial Arts Token from the Poisonous Woman, making it difficult for Bai Shuangya to escape.
He was forced by Qi Mo to rebel tonight. In the midst of a stalemate, he recalled the rumors from his subordinates that the Desolate King had different feelings for Su Peijiu. If it were true, then he held a trump card! Although she was not his daughter, Su Chi had been eating and drinking from the Su Family for many years and should contribute something.
"If the Desolate King refuses to cooperate, I cannot guarantee Pei Jiu's safety."
Qi Mo raised an eyebrow mockingly and said, "Chancellor, are you threatening This King? Using your daughter's life as leverage?"
"Daughter?" Su Chi snorted coldly. "She is just a dog raised by the Su Family. I can use her whenever I want. As long as the Desolate King falls for this trick, it will be effective."
Qi Mo casually flicked his hand holding a copper coin, causing it to spin and leave a mark on Su Chi's face. He wore a cold expression. "What are you? How dare you insult her like that!"
"Whether she is in your Prime Minister's Residence or not, does This King not know? Do you think This King is foolish enough to let you deceive him at will? Chancellor, do you look down on people too much?" Slowly pulling out another copper coin, he narrowed his eyes. "Chancellor, think about it; this time This King is aiming for which part of your body?"
Su Chi took a step back, catching a glimpse of Su City already taken by Qi Rong. Knocked unconscious on the ground, Qi Rong was now approaching him with a bloodied sword, hatred in his eyes. "You two brothers are truly cold-blooded; you don't care at all about your father's life or death."
Qi Rong's face was grim as he glared with fierce eagle-like eyes. "If father dies, you will be buried with him!" He lunged forward with his sword aimed at Su Chi, while Qi Mo lazily stood in place, unwilling to intervene.
Su Chi was no match for Qi Rong; after just a few moves, he was covered in wounds. Just as Qi Rong was about to strike a fatal blow, an extremely sharp scream came from outside the hall. Qi Rong felt a chilling wind pass behind him and before he could react, he was hit in the back and fell to the ground, spitting out blood.
At this moment, Qi Mo gradually became serious. Unlike Qi Rong's disarray, he remained standing inside the hall, looking at the White-Clad Woman holding Su Chi and frowned. "I never expected that the once-dominant Poisonous Woman of the martial world would willingly become a Third Concubine in the Prime Minister's Residence..."
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