Brainwashing successful

Zhu Weiquan had been unconscious for a day and a night, but when he awoke, he appeared panicked and
hysterical
. In everyone's eyes, this emperor, though physically weak, was a man who would remain unmoved even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him; no one had ever seen him so flustered.
Even though his ascension to the throne was accompanied by bloodshed, and even though he had fought among his own brothers, he
remained unfazed when the army stormed the palace, and his hand fell without blinking.
Death, for mortals, is ultimately a fear they dare not face.
When , your mind often becomes disordered, enslaved by the instinct for survival. He was the most extreme of these people;
he would sacrifice anything for life. Without life, family, offspring, and even the empire meant
nothing .
He was no longer a king ruling the world; he was merely a pathetic coward clinging to life.
The first thing Zhu Weiquan did upon waking was to look for his cell phone. Finding it, he turned pale with panic: "It's over,
it's over. The old master must think I deliberately hung up on him to give him a hard time. What am I going to do?"
The imperial physicians had already begun examining Zhu Weiquan upon his awakening, but Zhu Weiquan
couldn't care less. He immediately ordered, "Quickly, get me some stimulant medicine. I have important matters to
attend to; it can't be delayed."
"Your Majesty, that medicine can't be used anymore," the imperial physician pleaded. "It's a potent drug,
effective but extremely harmful to the body. An ordinary person might be able to use it every three to five days. But your body is already
weakened. Using it every ten days requires careful dosage control, and injecting it for two consecutive days would be even more detrimental. Absolutely not
!"
"Enough talk! Carefully control the dosage! I must have the injection!" Zhu Weiquan gritted his teeth, remembering Xu Ping's words about how no one could help him once
his death was imminent. Since the old master couldn't save him anyway, he wouldn't live much longer
. He couldn't care less about anything else now.
The imperial physicians, helpless, administered a dose of medication to Zhu Weiquan that would sustain his energy for an hour before
leaving . At this moment, Zhu Weiquan nervously dialed the number. Fortunately, the call was successful, and soon
the familiar voice came through: "Weiquan, what's wrong?"
"Grand Ancestor, I was handling court affairs yesterday and collapsed from exhaustion." Hearing that Xu Ping
's tone wasn't angry, Zhu Weiquan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly explained, not daring to hide anything this time: "
My . I didn't expect Grand Ancestor to contact me suddenly yesterday, and as a result,
the medication wore off, and I slept for a whole day and night."
"Is that so? Then tell me your birth date and time first, and I'll calculate how things are going." Xu
Ping didn't think much of it and directly continued yesterday's topic.
Zhu Weiquan still placed his hopes on Xu Ping, immediately providing his birth date and time. The person on the other end of the phone
hesitated for a moment, then asked suspiciously, "Weiquan, what happened to you? The divination suddenly indicates
a change in your fate today, that you'll suddenly die a few hours shorter. That's quite strange."
"Ah, Ancestor, your calculations are divine! You must save Weiquan!" Zhu Weiquan was initially stunned,
then excitedly recounted the side effects of the medication. Needless to say, the shortened lifespan was definitely
due to the injected drug. He was even more surprised that Xu Ping could predict this so easily, silently believing that what Xu Ping
had said was true; this ancestor truly possessed profound knowledge of esoteric arts.
"What's the panic? Your birth chart is really weak, and your destiny is so uncertain." Xu Ping
snorted . "Knowing you're about to die, don't do anything impulsive. The time of death can change.
I don't care what kind of drug you're using, but if you want to live, don't inject it again. If you do it a few more times, even
a god be able to save you."
In Zhu Weiquan's view, this kind of Taoist method was very profound, but in fact, it was very simple. Being able to tell fortunes is one thing,
but those who can observe stars can also calculate it. The Ziwei Emperor Star in the sky is so big that even a blind person can see it. The difference
is whether they can deduce it. For such superficial celestial phenomena, let alone Xu Ping, even that guy Li Daoran
has several ways to calculate it.
Of course, after being hunted down by the Guigu School for four hundred years, there are basically not many extraordinary people left in the world.
The various magical arts of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea have also been lost. To ordinary people, this superficial method is already profound enough to shock
the world.
"Yes, yes, I will remember the teachings of the Ancestor and will never use that kind of medicine again." Zhu Weiquan was completely
convinced and believed that the old monster truly had the ability and the will to save him; otherwise, he wouldn't have
spoken in a blaming tone.
"I already have a vague idea that should be able to extend your life." Xu Ping pondered for a moment and said,
"You have two sons and two daughters. First, tell me their birth dates and times, and create an opportunity for me to get close to them and
see what their bone structure and destiny
are like." "This, Ancestor, can you tell me what method you have in mind?" Zhu Weiquan's heart skipped a
beat . After all, there was another plan. Although it was not safe, it was his last chance to take a gamble. His two
sons and two daughters were also his last chance to live, although now he was beginning to feel that relying on this old monster might give him a better
chance .
"This method is rather insidious, but it's unrealistic to use martial arts to attain enlightenment right now, so... we have to resort to unorthodox methods!"
Xu Ping's tone was somewhat reluctant, but he still said in a sinister tone, "After defying fate, I can perform a great technique
to steal their lifespan and give it to you. It's very insidious and not worth it. Stealing ten years of their lifespan can
add five years to yours. Even if I personally perform the technique, I cannot change the laws of numerology. This kind of
insidious method that is intolerable to the heavens is already my maximum limit in taking two to make up one."
"This... isn't that a bit inappropriate? They are your princes and grandsons. Even tigers don't eat their cubs." Zhu Weiquan's eyes widened with
excitement , his breathing became rapid, but he still spoke with a reluctant tone.
"Hmph, the royal family has kinship, but also a cold-blooded side." Xu Ping's tone was somewhat agitated, seemingly
expressing disappointment and frustration. "Wei Quan, I've heard that when you reigned, you were ruthless and bloodthirsty
. Why are you so soft-hearted now that you're about to die? You want to save their lives, but you only want ten years of their
lives, not theirs. As an emperor, such womanly compassion is unacceptable."
"But, Wei Quan, I just can't bear it! They are my own flesh and blood!" Zhu Wei Quan was so happy he was almost
delirious, but his voice was already choked with sobs as he pleaded, "Grand Ancestor, is there any other way? Even if they live..."
"A shorter time is fine. I'm not pursuing immortality; I just want some time to cultivate
a qualified ruler for my Ming Dynasty." "
Hmm, you're quite the actor. If I hadn't already known your plan, I might have been
fooled by your benevolent words.
" Xu Ping sneered inwardly, but his voice betrayed his anger: "Are you out of your mind? You've been begging me
in every way what if you're a prince? In my
old age, how many princes wished for my death so they could inherit the throne? Don't you understand the ruthless nature of the imperial family? I
think you're truly confused. It's better if you die."
"This, Ancestor, please don't be angry. I didn't mean to offend you." Zhu Weiquan's voice was filled with fear,
but his pale, bluish face already wore a triumphant smile. Xu Ping's angry tone was exactly what he had hoped for.
"So what if I shorten my father's lifespan by ten years? This is filial piety." Xu Ping was furious, yet also somewhat
sorrowful. "When I ascended the throne, I was too weak. If I had possessed such cultivation back then, I would also be willing to shorten my father's lifespan
by ten years to give him some more time. This is filial piety. If the children you raise don't even have this much awareness,
then they are disloyal without filial piety. What use are they?"
"Grand Ancestor, please calm down. I will listen to you." Zhu Weiquan said, taking advantage of the situation. However, he was also trembling with fear as he spoke
, after all, he was facing a centuries-old monster. He was afraid that if he overacted, this extremely cunning
old monster would notice.
"That's right, you have no backbone at all. How can you be an emperor?" Xu Ping scolded unhappily. "
The is yours, but you also belong to the country. No, you have your children, wives, and concubines.
When necessary, anything can be sacrificed. To put it bluntly, how many feuds are there in the royal family? How many times have there been fratricide and father-son conflicts?
It seems that the Ming Dynasty has been at peace for too long. You don't even understand such a simple principle. How can you be an emperor? It's truly
infuriating ."
"Grandfather, after all, Wei Quan is a father, and
he has his own reluctance." Zhu Wei Quan said meekly, secretly pleased that Xu Ping had spoken so bluntly.
He felt that Xu Ping's character was one of deep love and strict discipline, and he hated the indecisiveness of the royal family
and the lack of backbone of the princes and grandsons born into the imperial family. His own indecisiveness just now had
indeed angered him. This old monster truly wanted to save his life; otherwise, he wouldn't have unleashed such thunderous
rage.
"Trying to outsmart me?" Xu Ping thought with a cold laugh after his anger subsided. As an emperor, Xu Ping was naturally shrewd and calculating
. Sometimes, everything he revealed and his habits were a facade, designed to deceive the world, the court
officials , and those with ulterior motives. Because it is precisely when a person is overconfident and self-assured that they are most easily
fooled. Believing they know everything and that everything is within their own calculations makes them more susceptible to deception.
Zhu Weiquan was currently in such a state.
"It's your business if you can't bear it," Xu Ping said in an unfriendly tone, continuing his angry rebuke. "But you yourself said that
your two princes are not yet capable. If you die like this, will they have the ability to govern the country after they ascend the throne?
Life and death are preordained by fate. In principle, I wouldn't care whether you live or die, but this involves the future of the Ming Dynasty
. If something really happens, then you and I will both be sinners of the Ming Dynasty, and we won't have the face to meet our ancestors in the afterlife
."
"Yes, Wei Quan, we will obey the laws of our ancestors and dare not disobey them again." Zhu Wei dared not continue acting, fearing
that it would backfire and provoke this old monster to storm off in anger.
"What a scoundrel!" Xu Ping's tone was still filled with lingering anger. "Wei Quan, I can't stand in front of you
right now, otherwise I really wanted to slap you to wake you up. How can you be
an emperor ?"
"Yes, it's Wei Quan's fault, Ancestor is right to reprimand me." Zhu Wei Quan quickly lowered his voice and admitted his mistake.
Then, with a sudden thought, he asked in a tone of reluctance, "Ancestor, why must you
take away the lifespan of the princes and grandsons? Can't you take it from others? If possible, I really don't want to involve my own children."
"You scoundrel! Didn't you listen to me? Still clinging to womanly sentimentality at a time like this!" Xu Ping roared in fury
, his tone softening slightly after a brief pause. "Do you think these mystical arts
are omnipotent? In truth, even the most defying-the-heavenly beings have rules they cannot break. Stealing lifespan can only be done by
a close .
If anyone could have their lifespan stolen so easily, I could rule the world for eternity."
"This... Ancestor, please calm down. I was being reckless," Zhu Weiquan agreed. If it were truly so easy to steal lifespan
, let alone unrelated people, the Holy Emperor's numerous princes and grandsons could all be killed. One person
could immortality.
"I don't think you're a fool, so don't ask silly questions." Xu Ping's tone seemed slightly disappointed: "
Wei Quan , you should be glad that you were born into the royal family in this era. If you were my offspring back then, with your
mind, I would rather exile you than give you the opportunity to touch the imperial power."
These words were too harsh, almost a contempt for Zhu Wei Quan. As a high and mighty emperor, how could he
have heard such harsh words? However, Zhu Weiquan was pleased rather than angry at this moment. He immediately apologized obsequiously and
said cautiously, "Ancestor, your reprimand was like thunder in my ears, enlightening me and clearing my mind. I will no longer
ask those foolish questions. Please tell me what I should do now."
"Hmm, you know that's good. You are the emperor of this era, don't always say stupid things in front of me." Xu Ping pondered
for a moment and instructed, "First, help me get an identity that allows me to move freely in the mortal world. Although I want to hide my identity, I
don't want to bow to anyone. Also, with this identity, I won't have to bow to anyone, and I will have enough
power to travel around during this time to make some preparations for your defying fate."
"Weiquan, I understand." Zhu Weiquan instantly felt a headache. He could give him a legal identity and high position
, but the problem was what if the people around him accidentally offended this old monster. It would be one thing if
he got angry and wanted to kill, but if he took his anger out on him, he would be finished.
At first, Zhu Weiquan was very cautious and didn't even dare to use the word "朕" (zhen, meaning "I" or "the Emperor") in front of Xu Ping. But now he understands that although
the ancestor has always given him, the current emperor, face, he is ultimately the Holy Emperor and will not tolerate being offended.
It seems that it would be difficult to do so while keeping things under wraps.
"Remember, don't even think about following me or using those ridiculous things to monitor me." Xu Ping's
tone became somewhat irritated. "Don't interfere with what I want to do, because I hate it when people point fingers at me
. If I find out you've done anything disrespectful, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Don't worry, Ancestor, I wouldn't dare." Zhu Weiquan was startled and immediately abandoned the idea that had just
surfaced . He also understood that even if he followed, it seemed pointless. This monster was elusive
and could come and go as he pleased. Even if he were followed, he probably couldn't do anything to the monster, so why bother?
Thinking of how terrifying this old monster was, possessing the ability to kill from a thousand miles away, comparable to Chen Daozi,
Zhu Weiquan instantly felt powerless. The imperial power that ruled the world seemed so fragile in the face of these inhuman methods.
Moreover, if the old monster didn't want to help him, he could simply avoid him. It was already good enough that he was willing to extend his life. Constantly having
so many ridiculous thoughts would only be detrimental to him.
"By the way, I have one more thing to tell you." Xu Ping's tone was extremely serious: "I can defy fate for you,
but you will have to rely on your own luck for some things. From now on, you must not do anything forbidden."
"Please give your instructions, Ancestor." Zhu Weiquan dared not be negligent upon hearing this. His tone was particularly devout now, because
when it came to his life, nothing was a small matter.
Xu Ping paused, then said earnestly, "You know that the date of death can be changed, so you
can't inject those drugs anymore. If you continue, even a god can't save you. Also, you can't do anything
against human nature, whether it's ordering someone to commit suicide, starting a war, or suppressing a riot. These things are
against the will of Heaven and bad for your destiny."
"This, Ancestor, there's no way," Zhu Weiquan panicked, his voice already trembling with tears. "The Ming Dynasty
has many overseas territories now, and we've opened up several small battlefields around the world. Yesterday, the Ministry of War reported another
disturbance friction. Judging from the Cabinet of Internal Affairs, public anger is very high, and the Ministry of War is also planning to send troops. These are
things that are difficult for any dynasty to avoid. As an emperor, you must have blood on your hands. Are you suggesting that all the sins of killing should be attributed to
Weiquan ?"
"It's possible, but if you want to live, you'd better be absolutely certain." Xu Ping pondered for a moment:
"Your fate is too weak right now; you can't withstand any disturbance. I'm afraid if war breaks out again, the impact will be huge .
I have a suggestion, but I don't know if you can accept it." "
Your Majesty, please speak. I will obey your will." Zhu Weiquan was now completely lost. He didn't want to
risk his life in the slightest.
"You will stay in the palace and use illness as an excuse to avoid attending to state affairs." Xu Ping sneered inwardly, but on the surface, he
maintained a calm tone: "Hand over all domestic and military affairs to others. Although the two princes are young,
they can still oversee the country in the name of princes, but real power can be entrusted to your confidants. This way, they can inherit
their father's legacy. What might be a fatal sin for you, it won't affect them much."
This suggestion was too risky for Zhu Weiquan. If the two princes, under the instigation of the Empress and the Consort,
began to seize power, or if they built up their own power and prestige as a result, it would not be a good thing. The
experiment had already leaked out, and the Empress and Consort Lu, though outwardly harmonious, were now wary of him.
Zhu Weiquan was aware of this, which was why he was constantly on guard against his two wives—no, not just them, but also
the Lu and Mu families. He could say he trusted no one now.
Although Zhu Weiquan still ruled the land, he feared his two wives might rebel,
given the influence of both families in the capital. Furthermore, with a prince in their grasp and control over a complex web of power,
a joint rebellion posed a significant threat. Of course, even if they went all in now, they couldn't harm him,
but if they used the princes' regency to expand their power, things might change.
However, he couldn't tell Xu Pingming this, as he had just convincingly portrayed himself as a benevolent father and feared
Xu Ping would discover his heinous experiment.
Zhu Weiquan hesitated, unsure how to respond. Given his ancestor's nature—a man who valued imperial power above all else—
killing his son might not seem like a big deal, but the possibility of ending his lineage was a different story.
"Weiquan, is there a problem?" Xu Ping's tone was full of doubt, as if a truly loving father
wouldn't need to consider such a matter.
Zhu Weiquan naturally knew this. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, but he immediately yielded, gritting his teeth and saying,
"Weiquan understands. Everything is at your command, Ancestor. Tomorrow I will issue a decree summoning the two princes back to the capital to oversee the country."
As an emperor, he was fearful, but he also had moments of decisive action.
He understood the principle that fortune favors the bold, especially when it came to precious lives. What was a risk? As long as he maintained his authority, they
wouldn't dare to act recklessly. Moreover, he could prepare for the future by consolidating the military's power. Without an army
, even if they wanted to rebel, they would at most suffer total destruction. In that case, his chances of winning were greater.
Knowing the consequences would be severe, Zhu Weiquan still chose to take the risk. Compared to
previous experiments, he preferred Xu Ping to be the one who could keep him alive.
Having ruled for so many years, he wasn't afraid even if his wife rebelled, as his throne
was won over by blood and corpses. His current fear was death, and that Xu Ping would stand idly by. He no longer
needed to worry about future rebellions. The new city district of the capital was enormous. At the northern entrance, the Imperial Guards had been
replaced by the Imperial Guards, but strangely, their attitude was more lenient. A quick
glance pass, a rather dismissive attitude.
As the head of the Imperial Guards, Zhang Shengyang carried out the highest-ranking imperial orders. However, he
stood 30 miles from the city gate, just like everyone else, ramrod straight, his face solemn, not daring to show the slightest hint of frivolity,
even under the blazing sun.
Similarly, the experts from the Imperial Guard also wore somber expressions and dared not speak to each other. Although the checks were lenient,
the atmosphere of heightened tension was particularly frightening. The deployment of these royal agents even made the Imperial Guards tense,
with everyone speculating whether someone had committed a major crime.
Zhang Shengyang grew increasingly anxious as he waited, but he dared not show it. Jia Xuyao, standing beside him, craned his neck, constantly
looking into the distance. He was also very curious about the ancestor's reappearance in the mortal world, especially since the Ghost Valley Sect had been inexplicably summoned...
He had been unconscious all night, filled with awe and a touch of curiosity, though he certainly didn't want to see the mummified
corpse of the man in the video.
Late at night, many people were still entering the city, mostly in cars, with few walking. Lightning flashed
and thunder roared as torrential rain poured down. The Imperial Guards remained waiting in the rain, not daring to slacken their guard, even
after the Imperial Guards invited them to seek shelter. They insisted on waiting thirty miles from the old city gate.
At dawn, the rain stopped, the air became much fresher, though the night was still slightly chilly. Everyone was
soaked, but they remained motionless like statues in the rain, their faces unchanged as they stared towards the city gates,
none daring to wipe the rain from their faces.
"Not bad!" At that moment, a tall figure approached, not from the entrance but from the exit
.
The Imperial Guards, watching from afar, were startled, for while the checks at the exit were lax,
no one knew how this person had appeared, nor had anyone noticed.
The directions were completely opposite, but while everyone else avoided the Imperial Guard like the plague,
this person approached with a strange, sarcastic air. Zhang Shengyang shuddered and gave Jia Xuyao a meaningful look,
but Jia Xuyao could only shake his head in response, because he had never seen Xu Ping's true face and had
no idea how the Emperor would appear.
In fact, the Empress and princes should have been sent to greet him. In their view, the last time, it was because of such
a mistake the Emperor had angered him and avoided them. However, this time the Emperor himself said to keep a low profile, so it didn't matter, and
they only brought a few dozen people. Of course, these few dozen people weren't for show; they just didn't want
the Emperor to feel that it was another act of disrespect.
As the person slowly approached, they could see that it was a young man in casual clothes, tall and
very healthy. His long hair was casually tied in a braid, and his appearance was exceptionally handsome, surpassing even
the so-called pretty boys on television. What set him apart was the ever-present mischievousness
and extreme masculinity in his playful smile, which made people feel uneasy and hesitant to look him in the eye.
This secret was known only to Zhang Shengyang and Jia Xuyao; the others didn't know what the mission was. However, the
Imperial Guard was used to it—following orders without uttering a word. Bloody discipline was etched into their souls;
they knew they had to be extremely careful with their words, because even a single extra word could cost them their lives.
Jia Xuyao stepped forward, and after standing a good ten meters away from the others, tentatively asked, "Are you
... the Ancestor ?"
"Boy, you dare not kneel before me? Looks like you haven't suffered enough." Xu Ping's eyes
flashed with a sinister light, a playful smile tinged with hidden anger.
Although the handsome young man still maintained his playful demeanor, the sudden oppressive aura he
exuded spine, large beads of sweat instantly beading on his forehead. Instinctively fearful, his legs began
to tremble, and Jia Xuyao quickly explained, "This, Your Majesty, please calm your anger! Because no one else knows your
true identity, this humble subject dared not bow rashly, lest it arouse suspicion."
"Oh, then what identity has the authority assigned to me?" Xu Ping smiled, narrowing his eyes, and took a step closer,
instantly startling Jia Xuyao so much he almost fell to the ground.
It was indeed shameful for the dignified Deputy Director of the Imperial Guard to be so pathetic, but shameful as it was, he dared not show
any dissatisfaction. Even with his previous high position and power, he was utterly powerless in the face of this man. Jia Xuyao was worried
he might be punished again, so he quickly whispered, "Your Majesty, the identity we've arranged for you is that of a senior member of the Guigu School,
the Grand Master of the Imperial Household, the former Grand Master of our Imperial Guard, and a descendant of a collateral branch of the Zhu family from a hundred years ago."
"Wow, so complicated!" Xu Ping was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected his few words to frighten the emperor
like this. Listing so many titles must have been quite a challenge for him. Would this guy overthink things and die on his sickbed
?
"No, the proper title is, of course, Grand Master of the Imperial Household." Jia Xuyao smiled obsequiously, "I don't know if the Ancestor
is satisfied, but this is His Majesty's wish, and I have no choice. If we didn't do this, and some fools
angered you, His Majesty said that even cutting that person into a thousand pieces wouldn't appease your anger."
"Alright, kid, be smarter. I'm already a little annoyed by your attitude." Xu Ping
patted his shoulder with a friendly smile, though his attitude was also quite intimidating.
Jia Xuyao's legs went weak with fear, and he quickly shouted back, "Chief, Chief, it's the Grand Master
! He's back!"
Zhang Shengyang rushed forward, glanced at Xu Ping, and immediately knelt, proclaiming, "Your humble servant
Zhang Shengyang , leading the Imperial Guards, welcomes the Grand Master's return."
Upon hearing this, everyone else immediately knelt. Even Zhang Shengyang and Jia Xuyao,
who were exempt from formalities when meeting the Imperial Concubine, dared not be negligent. Although they had no idea where
this , their duty compelled them to suppress their curiosity and not even glance at him.
Even more astonishingly, Zhang Shengyang and Jia Xuyao not only knelt but also kowtowed. The others, bewildered,
dared not , and the Imperial Guards at the city gate were dumbfounded.
The elders of the Guigu School, especially those from the Guantian Palace, were always given a grand reception by the royal family whenever they entered the capital—
a of their high status. The title "Grand Master of Ceremonies" originated from the founding of the dynasty. Its status was exceptional, transcending the ranks of civil
and and not within the official hierarchy of the court. At that time, the titles were simply "Attendant," "Grand Master of Ceremonies," and "Chief of Ceremonies," with the Grand
Master of Ceremonies being the most extreme.
The first Grand Master of Ceremonies in Ming Dynasty history was Lin Yuan, the leader of the Green Robe Sect, during the reign of the founding emperor
. Another was the Blood Hand Demon Lord. In fact, in the four hundred years since the founding of the dynasty, only two Grand Masters of Ceremonies have been known to the world, their status so
extraordinary did not need to kneel before the emperor. With the prestige of these two precedents, later palace attendants
dared not accept such an honor, after all, it required the cultivation of a Saint-level expert; who else possessed the ability to command such heartfelt submission?
A hundred years ago, a descendant of a collateral branch of the Zhu family held a very high position and seniority. Even as a collateral branch, he possessed
the title , and with other accolades, even members of the royal family had to show him respect. As for his position as the Chief of the Imperial Guard
, it was likely to ensure that those within the Imperial Guard who were unaware of his true intentions would willingly obey his commands.
It must be said that the Emperor's considerations were quite thorough.
Yesterday, Xu Ping had earnestly explained to him that while he was confident in defying fate, he might also do some strange things.
He was too lazy to explain these things to him; believe it or not. Zhu Weiquan naturally believed him, which was why Xu Ping had told him that as
emperor, he had to clean up the mess. Under that premise, even if he turned the capital upside down, Zhu Weiquan wouldn't
dare utter a single word of dissent.
With this thought in mind, Xu Ping smiled wickedly, feeling he should cause some trouble. Unexpectedly, this smile startled Jia Xuyao and
Zhang Shengyang .
"Get up!" Xu Ping habitually wanted to say "Rise," but his throat moved and he swallowed the words back.
These were indeed things he could say, and Zhu Weiquan certainly wouldn't dare to object, but saying such things didn't fit his current
desire to keep a low profile.
"Thank you, Grand Master of Ceremonies." Everyone then stood up. Such a gesture of worship was almost equivalent to facing the emperor.
The imperial guards in the distance were dumbfounded, not understanding who this young man was. Even if he were
a prince , without real power, the Imperial Guards, these loyal to the point of being fanatical, wouldn't show such respect.
To avoid attracting attention, it was best to leave first. The Imperial Guard's car, worth millions, with its
special license plate, was proof of unimpeded passage. Its bulletproof body and luxurious features, besides being due to its "Imperial Guard
" designation, also included a considerable amount of specialized spy equipment; its top-of-the-line features were unmatched by civilian vehicles.
Xu Ping casually sat in the back seat, specifying that Jia Xuyao should drive, and dismissed the others
. As the car entered the city, Xu Ping chuckled and said, "Your name is Jia Xuyao, right? How much
eavesdropping and surveillance equipment is on this car?"
"Well, yes, it is." Facing this old fox, remembering his previous painful experience, Jia Xuyao dared not hide anything and
honestly replied, "When we went on missions, to ensure the command center could accurately know our location and situation,
the car did indeed have such equipment and satellite positioning. However, His Majesty was afraid you would be displeased, so
all the equipment on this car was removed. Except for the driver, who can actively contact them, the command center has no way of knowing
anything about this car."
He was afraid I would be displeased, but he was also afraid others would know this shocking secret, right
? After all, the Imperial Guard was indeed a royal secret service, but with so many people, there were bound to be some scoundrels.
Xu Ping chuckled. This emperor was indeed shrewd; he knew that using petty tricks would be useless and
might even anger him, resulting in more harm than good. Even so, while the Imperial Guard's command center couldn't see everything here,
that didn't mean the emperor couldn't see it. He had to be careful.
"Grandfather, where are you planning to go tonight?" Jia Xuyao drove into the city and asked cautiously, "The royal family
also has manors and villas within the city. Would you like to stay there instead? His Majesty is afraid you won't be comfortable in ordinary civilian houses.
Before we came, His Majesty said you definitely wouldn't like being restricted in the palace."
"No need," Xu Ping replied earnestly, unsure if there were any surveillance cameras around. "The Ming Dynasty is now under authoritarian rule, and I don't want to overstep the rules and embarrass him." He
continued, "If he weren't on the verge of death,
I would truly want to live in seclusion for peace and quiet. I am a person of the past; I shouldn't exist or concern myself with worldly affairs. In this
life, he is the supreme ruler. Although he is my descendant, and I can be strict with him, I cannot overstep the bounds
of imperial authority. Doing so would not be good for him."
"Your Majesty's mind is as clear as the heavens. Your strict discipline of your descendants is actually out of consideration for His
Majesty 's well-
being. I truly admire you." Jia Xuyao seized the opportunity to flatter, immediately saying, "In fact, the ancestor's intentions stem from his love for His Majesty. And
His descendant himself, His Majesty must understand Your Majesty's good intentions. Strictness is
love, leniency is harm. Your Majesty hopes that under your guidance, His Majesty will have more of the spirit to command the country."
"Hey, you've got a sharp tongue!" Xu Ping leaned forward, giving a sarcastic smile. "The
Imperial are all ruthless killers. I never knew there was someone like you. You didn't get to your position by flattering others, did you
?"
"Your Majesty, I have been your tutor since childhood, and a young guard by your side. I have climbed up step by step
and dare not do anything improper." Jia Xuyao was startled and quickly explained, "I am fortunate to hold this high position because of Your Majesty's favor
, but my abilities are limited and I am truly overwhelmed with fear."
"Isn't this just a purge of officials with each new emperor? Why say so much?" Xu Ping yawned and said
irritably , "If your emperor were an indecisive person, do you think I would still have saved him?
I said before I died that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty may not be a morally enlightened ruler, but he must not be a foolish one, and even less can he be
spineless. It is normal for him to be ruthless. How can he support this country if he doesn't even have this much courage?"
"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, I was presumptuous." Jia Xuyao broke out in a cold sweat. He then remembered that this
seemingly carefree young man was actually a warrior who had fought all his life and killed countless people. Trying to outsmart him was simply courting death.
"Drive as you please, I want to look around." Xu Ping, not wanting to overact, immediately closed his eyes to rest.
The car wandered aimlessly through the city for a while, observing the bustling nightlife of the modern metropolis.
Feeling a bit bored, he drove onto a quiet, deserted section of the highway when a bright red sports car screeched
past. Several other stylish sports cars followed suit, speeding and
showing off their driving skills.
"Who are these people?" Xu Ping frowned, a sudden urge to stir up trouble arising in his mind. "These are the sons of wealthy and powerful families in the capital," Jia Xuyao said, naturally knowing who
the nighttime racers were. He immediately rattled off a list, "Most of them are from powerful and influential families, usually noble families that were once prosperous. However, they are still relatively law-abiding and dare not act recklessly. They usually choose roads where families are under a lot of pressure. This is a way of socializing, a means of releasing the pressure of working hard to stand out from the crowd. In general, they don't dare to cause trouble under the emperor's nose." "Don't dare? How's your driving skill?" Xu Ping chuckled, snapping his fingers in a good mood. " Do you have any cigarettes here?" "The Imperial Guards can drive tanks and planes, let alone cars." Upon hearing this, Jia Xuyao quickly opened the box and took out the highest-grade imperial cigarettes. He had done some research before coming and knew that the old monster used to like tobacco, but back then it was coarse tobacco that was smoked with a pipe, while now it was rolled cigarettes. He wondered if Xu Ping could get used to it. Xu Ping lit a cigarette and ordered, "Chase after them and overtake them."

"Yes!" Jia Xuyao didn't ask any further questions and immediately switched the car to another mode, a high-speed
mode .
As the most advanced vehicle in the Imperial Guard, this car prioritizes ultimate
practicality . When it comes to speed, it's far superior to those sports cars sold outside for picking up girls.
Besides its defensive design, the car also prioritizes speed.
No matter how impressive its performance is, it's still within the civilian realm. Many people value appearance more than speed
. But a car that truly meets military standards, the standards used by the Royal Secret Service, is absolutely
terrifying . Even so-called car enthusiasts can't imagine what kind of astonishing data such a car would have.
Jia Xuyao pressed the mode switch, and another set of buttons immediately appeared on the car's control panel. After pressing them a few times skillfully,
the exhaust sound changed noticeably. Wind power accelerated, the engine accelerated, and all six exhaust pipes appeared simultaneously.
The top-tier turbo boost began to take effect. When the car revealed its ferocious side, its appearance also changed. Every
change was based on the most reasonable design, and the thickness of every sheet of metal was pursued to the extreme.
There was no impractical design involved.
"Grandpa, get ready." Jia Xuyao smiled excitedly and stepped hard on the accelerator.
It took 0.8 seconds to accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h. The car's speed was incredibly fast, and
the scenery on both sides of the road became a blur in an instant. Even sitting in the car, one could feel the air
pressure , but Xu Ping didn't care about any of that. Instead, he smiled and felt the passion of this speed.
The feeling of almost traveling through time was particularly exciting.
Of course, Xu Ping could also achieve such speed with his body at his limit, but sitting in the car
felt different.
Jia Xuyao was focused on driving at this moment, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, not daring to be distracted. Such a speed
was beyond the control of ordinary people, and he also had to concentrate fully and not be distracted. Jia Xuyao believed the old monster wouldn't be surprised,
as his speed was likely even faster than the car, and even if an accident occurred, the old monster would emerge unscathed.
The scenery flashed by, blurry and otherworldly. Jia Xuyao skillfully drove, and when the car
reached it had already overtaken the blue sports car lagging behind. Then came the second, the third
, speeding past until they surpassed the fiery red sports car, leaving it far ahead.
The car moved like lightning, swiftly eclipsing the flashy sports cars in an instant.
This deserted stretch of road was nearing its end; although the distance seemed long, at this extreme
speed , it was a very short distance.
Upon reaching the destination, they discovered it was an area frequented by young people, not a gang gathering place,
but rather a place where some delinquents caused trouble. There were many shops along the street, and groups of
young people , were fooling around, some smoking, some drinking, and in the shadowy corners, some seemed to be smoking marijuana
or injecting drugs.
In modern society, it's inevitable that some young people will become decadent and extravagant. With abundant material resources,
it seems unsurprising that they will fall into such a state. The moment the car window opened, one could almost hear faint
moans coming from the riverbank in the distance. It seems this is an open society, where passionate lovemaking in the wild is also popular, and people
understand how to enjoy the unique pleasures of sex.
When this car stopped in front of the shop, the people there glanced at it and ignored it. Although
the exterior in their eyes it was old-fashioned and not cool at all. After all, the Imperial Guard had to be
discreet. The design of the car pursued practicality and the ultimate in various data. The words "flashy driving around" had never been associated with this top secret service group under
the imperial power.
Xu Ping got out of the car, went into the convenience store next door, bought a bottle of beer, and started drinking. Jia Xuyao quickly followed him in to
pay the bill, cautiously asking, "Your Majesty, it's so late now, shouldn't you be resting?
Please let me know where you'll be staying tonight so I can make arrangements."
"Well, I'll have to think about it." Xu Ping was somewhat missing Lu Yinxue's intoxicating pleasure, but
to avoid arousing the emperor's suspicion, he had to abandon the idea.
After all, Lu Yinxue was of noble status, a concubine of the current emperor. Zhu Weiquan was a coward who would do anything for his life
, and if he discovered that Xu Ping had been cuckolded and had a bit of a temper, things might fall apart.
It wasn't that Xu Ping was afraid, but affairs were more exciting when done secretly; without any challenge,
there was no romance.
Just as Xu Ping was pondering, a bunch of exaggerated engine roars sounded outside the door, presumably the speed demons who
had had enough of the exhaust fumes had finally caught up. Unlike the previous quiet, the group of delinquents outside the door instantly erupted in
a deafening roar of cheers. Only the incredibly stylish, streamlined sports car could catch their
eye, stirring a youthful, exuberant excitement within them, a mixture of envy, jealousy, and resentment, yet they couldn't tear their gazes away.
"Whose beat-up car is this? Get out here!" a boastful voice rang out from outside,
accompanied by the faint sound of kicking the car.
"Who's so arrogant, daring to kick our car? Don't they have eyes?" Jia Xuyao snorted in annoyance,
but he still had to consider Xu Ping's feelings. Generally, the truly elite scions of powerful families would recognize the Imperial
Guard's license plate. Although it looked different from ordinary license plates, the numerical order was quite
unique .
The Imperial Guard was the emperor's secret service, maintaining a respectful relationship with these prestigious families, but
in the end, it was usually the aristocratic families who were in trouble. To put it bluntly, whether they were officials or businessmen, everyone treated them
with utmost respect . Although their reputation was, to put it bluntly, as lackeys and plagues, the Imperial Guard's status was undeniable.
For one thing, a mere deputy director like himself wouldn't even consider these aristocratic scions worthy of his attention, because even
the heads of those families would have to greet him politely.
"Let's go see," Xu Ping said, opening another bottle and walking outside, looking on with
anticipation for a good show.
Jia Xuyao didn't dare steal the spotlight and quickly followed obediently behind, thinking these youngsters were doomed.
It seemed the old monster had intended to cause trouble from the start; otherwise, he wouldn't have ordered him to overtake their
car.
These hot-blooded young men couldn't stand provocation; for the racing gang, it was just a friendly stunt.
Forget it, being overtaken by outsiders would be no different than being slapped in the face, especially by a group of
arrogant scions of wealthy families.
Outside, over a hundred delinquents surrounded the store, creating a commotion. Surrounded by them, a few
well-dressed young women stood out from the crowd. The most eye-catching among them was a splash of red amidst the green, with long, wavy yellow hair
, wearing a tight leather jacket that was both sexy and fiery. She had curves in all the right places, and her legs were incredibly long
, giving her a figure that would make anyone drool. None of the fashionable women present could compare to her.
Her stunning beauty, to put it bluntly, meant she would definitely be a femme fatale when she grew up. What was even more
amazing was that she resembled Lu Yinxue. Even though she was a little immature, she
was still incredibly charming and stunning for her age. Compared to her, all the so-called beauties on TV were rubbish. It
made everyone even more eager to see what kind of graceful figure she would have when she fully matured.
Surrounded by a throng of admirers, she leaned against the fiery red sports car, a look of bewilderment on her face. However,
they were a distance away from the jeering crowd, and the delinquents seemed hesitant to provoke them. Even from a distance
, if it weren't for Xu Ping's sharp eyes, he could have clearly seen her expression. This sexy young woman initially appeared aggressive
, but her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes flickered with hesitation.
The boys surrounding her were clearly divided into two groups. One group stood at a distance,
watching obviously rebellious youths, but not entirely stupid. Some recognized the car, while others knew from the license plate
that it belonged to the company behind the "Royal Flattery Company." Even more astonishingly, some even wore gloating smiles.
The other group was the impulsive type. Eager to show off, these three had already walked up to Jia Xuyao's car.
The leader, a guy with dyed yellow hair, was kicking the hood of the car hard, cursing, "
Damn it, get out here! You dared to overtake us earlier, now you want to cower like cowards? Believe me or not, I'll
burn this piece of junk to the ground!"
A group of delinquents outside immediately started jeering. They loved watching a
spectacle, especially seeing rich people fight and spar, and if there were serious casualties, it would be even more exciting.
Under their watchful eyes, Xu Ping stepped out first, took a sip of his drink, and didn't even glance at them. These
hotheads were either brainless or just low-life thugs who couldn't be brought to the table. As someone who had risen to a high position,
Jia Xuyao immediately understood his role and stepped forward as a henchman, sneering, "Is that so,
Young Master Zhuang? If you dare burn this car, I guarantee I'll tear your bones apart. Even your ancestors' spirits
can't you."
"You... know me?" The blond-haired youth hesitated, his heart sinking as the other man addressed him by name
. The others also stopped their commotion.
"Get lost." Jia Xuyao glared coldly, thinking to himself, "This is for your own good. What if we anger this old monster?
You'll have nowhere to cry if you lose your lives.
" "Damn it, who are you to tell me to get lost?" Young Master Zhuang was, after all, a descendant of the Zhuang family. Even though the Zhuang family had fallen on
hard times in Beijing and was now at the bottom of society, they were still one of the most prestigious families.
"Little brat, get that thing out from under your back seat and take off the safety. I want to play something exciting."
Xu Ping didn't want to be surrounded by so many people, especially since they were just a bunch of kids. Teasing them was fine,
but there was no need to take it seriously.
"Yes, sir!" Jia Xuyao hesitated for a moment. Of course, he knew what was hidden in the back seat
. Since the old monster had spoken, he obediently opened the car door and took it out.
It was a newly manufactured Type 33 submachine gun. The weapon's numerical designation indicated its generation.
This gun was characterized by its light weight and high rate of fire, making it suitable
for . Jia Xuyao glanced at the surrounding crowd with some worry, but he still pulled the safety and handed the gun
to Xu Ping, sweating profusely as he pondered how to resolve the situation.
Could it be that the old monster really wanted to wipe out all those hundred-plus delinquents present? Surely not. If he really
killed tomorrow would be terrible. Just those descendants of prestigious families would be hard to explain. So
many deaths in the capital would be a huge scandal. He would certainly escape unscathed, but he might end up taking the blame. The more Jia Xuyao thought about it
, the colder he felt. The Emperor was still counting on the old monster to prolong his life. If someone really needed to take the blame,
he would be the first to suffer.
"Except for those racing cars, everyone else get out of here." Xu Ping drank his wine, lit a cigarette, and slung his submachine gun
over his shoulder. He snorted coldly, though his voice wasn't loud, it still reached everyone's ears.
"Damn it, who are you trying to scare with a toy gun?" Young Master Zhuang instinctively took a step back, but
for the sake of face, he still shouted defiantly.
The most strictly controlled things in the Ming Dynasty were firearms and various firearms, and drugs. Most gangs that
got involved with these two things never had a good ending. Therefore, many people subconsciously assumed it was a fake gun. Moreover, many
present were drunk or high, and Zhuang's shout stirred up emotions in many,
though some also felt fear and began to back away.
"Who are you trying to scare? Let me show you if you're not." Xu Ping pointed the gun at him, and Zhuang and his two companions
retreated several steps in fright.
The others didn't dare approach either. Xu Ping sneered and swaggered to his car, a top-of-the-line luxury car
costing over ten million. When Xu Ping lowered the gun, the others scrambled out in a circle,
those who had been near the car immediately moving away. Zhuang, like everyone else, stared dumbfounded at Xu Ping's arrogant
actions. Although he was showing off, they didn't dare to stop him.
Xu Ping arrogantly aimed with one hand, and after confirming everyone was backed up and wouldn't harm anyone, he pulled
the trigger .
Bang bang bang—the sounds were incredibly rapid, the muzzle flashing as bullets struck the car.
The headlights shattered, the metal sheet was pierced, and the entire car shook violently. The sounds of breaking glass and bullets were
exceptionally piercing. In an instant, flashes of light and fire riddled the expensive luxury car with
holes.
The scene fell silent; everyone was stunned. Hearing gunfire for the first time left many
speechless.
After only a few seconds, Xu Ping stopped, glanced around at the dumbfounded crowd, fired two more shots
into the air cursed, "Get out of here! If you don't leave, I'll close my eyes and sweep the area..."
"It's time for you to be reincarnated."
The crowd finally snapped out of their daze, and the hundred-odd people scattered in all directions, screaming, "Crazy! This guy really
has a gun! Run!"
"Don't push! Who stole my motorcycle?!" Those with cars sped away, and those without, even barefoot, ran
like madmen. The hundred-odd people, stunned, immediately scattered for their lives. At that moment
, all the hallucinations from drugs and the courage from alcohol were gone, replaced by the terror of real guns.
"Get out of here! Get out of here quickly!" Xu Ping fired two shots into the air. The delinquents fled in a disheveled state,
some losing their shoes, some abandoning their girlfriends whom they had just been embracing. Under
the threat they all revealed their true colors.
In an instant, it was eerily quiet. The ground was littered with discarded belongings and lost shoes; the once bustling
place was now deathly silent.
Zhuang Dashao and his two companions couldn't escape, as Jia Xuyao was blocking their path with a menacing look. He
knew that if the three ran, the old monster might turn his anger on him.
Similarly, Zhu Man'er's group didn't dare to move, because Xu Ping's gun was already pointed at them.
Interestingly, one of the young men, who seemed quite perceptive, mustered his courage after observing for a while and stepped forward,
bowing respectfully and saying, "You must be from the Imperial Guard, right? My friend here has
indeed offended you due to his lack of tact. However, it seems inappropriate to use a gun in public for such a trivial matter. Although no one
was killed a distinguished family. Aren't you afraid of being
implicated and reported behind your back for such blatant behavior?"
"Oh, kid, you're mistaken. Next, I'll show you what true blatant behavior really means." This guy spoke politely and
was neither arrogant nor humble. Xu Ping didn't find him unpleasant, but since they were already playing, they might as well play to their heart
's content .
"Young Master Lu, watch your words. Do you think you can influence us?" Jia Xuyao stepped forward, immediately
revealing his identity. His words were blunt, but he kept giving him meaningful glances.
Lu Tianming, the most promising of Lu Ju's grandsons and the deputy director of the Imperial Guard, naturally recognized
Jia Xuyao and knew that he was a low-key man and a confidant of the emperor. The fact that Jia Xuyao was now speaking like this, yet had been
so humble in front of this man just moments before, made Lu Tianming momentarily stunned. Instinctively,
he made the best decision: to apologize and step back.
"You, this!" Young Master Zhuang and his group were also dumbfounded. Since the Lu family members didn't dare speak, they naturally
cowered.
What happened next shocked them so much they didn't dare breathe. Xu Ping, gun in hand, swept through all their cars
one by one, as if playing a game, and finally leisurely blew out the fuel tanks,
burning all the cars. Such arrogant behavior was shocking. Even though they were angry, they dared not speak out, constrained by the other party
's status and the gun in their hand, they felt like scholars encountering soldiers—unable to reason with them.
Zhu Man'er, in particular, hid behind her cousin, almost afraid to show
her face, seemingly terrified that Jia Xuyao would report her when he returned. Although the other party was being excessively arrogant, they were the ones who provoked first.
"Done, Xuyao, your gun has good firepower." Xu Ping looked at the burning luxury cars,
chuckled and casually tossed the gun over.
Jia Xuyao caught it and found the gun was burning hot. He quickly covered his hands with his inner energy to avoid being burned.
If he hadn't notified the relevant departments beforehand, such a commotion would have attracted a large number of police officers.
Several luxury cars worth over ten million yuan were now engulfed in flames, and the owners could only watch
dumbfounded .
"You lot, all from prestigious families, right?" Xu Ping, having finished his smug revelry, walked up to them,
a sarcastic smile on his face. "While racing is normal for you, and venting is fine
, it's not a big deal. But running into me is your bad luck. The car being burned isn't
the worst part. When you get back, tell your families how
arrogant the Imperial Guard was today, and tell them to donate whatever the car was worth to charity. Otherwise,
I don't care whose sons you are, I'll make sure you regret it."
Jia Xuyao's attitude was so humble, but the problem was that the other person was far too young. Regardless of his appearance,
this blatant use of firearms in the capital was something even a prince wouldn't dare to do.
Using firearms in the capital was a serious matter; the Imperial Guard wouldn't be deployed unless there was a major case.
This man, for example, casually opened fire with a machine gun over a racing incident. He was either insane or had
an identity they couldn't comprehend.
A group of usually arrogant and domineering noblemen from the capital were so subdued by the machine gun fire that they didn't dare to even breathe.
Some of the more timid ones were pale and almost wet themselves in fear. Seeing that they didn't respond, Xu Ping immediately growled, "
Didn't you hear what I said?" "Yes, I will do as you say
." Lu Tianming was the first to speak, and the others followed suit. The cowardly Zhuang family
naturally dared not say anything more at this point.
"Hey girl, whose family are you? A young girl like you, out fooling around in the middle of the night,
aren't bringing shame to your family?" Xu Ping frowned at this moment, pretending to have just noticed Zhu Man'er, who had been hiding behind the crowd
. Although he didn't know her identity, he had a vague idea.
While the others were still in fear, they all revealed smirks on their faces. In this era of supreme imperial power,
they believed that no privilege could offend the imperial authority. Even though she wasn't the emperor but a princess, she was still
part of the royal family. Offending her was an offense against the imperial majesty. The group of people who had been trembling with fear just moments before were eager to see this
arrogant fellow beg for mercy.
Seeing that she couldn't hide any longer, Zhu Man'er stepped forward, looked at Jia Xuyao, and called out, "Uncle Jia!"
As a princess of the dynasty, she naturally recognized Jia Xuyao and knew his status. However,
there was a difference between ruler and subject, so Jia Xuyao quickly knelt down and bowed first: "This humble subject greets Princess Man'er."
Everyone was surprised because the handsome young man beside Jia Xuyao didn't
kneel , tearfully begging for the princess's forgiveness. Xu Ping, on the contrary, frowned and said unhappily
, "You are the emperor's daughter, the princess of the dynasty."
"That's right. Who are you? How dare you not bow to me?" Zhu Man'er, despite still being somewhat apprehensive about the power of the machine gun...
Still shaken, she was, after all, the emperor's darling, accustomed to the adoration of others. Seeing Xu Ping's attitude, she
showed displeasure, but she was also trying to maintain the dignity of the royal family.
"How ridiculous! Even your father doesn't dare to ask me to bow before him. You're just a princess, yet you dare to be so bold."
Xu Ping's face darkened, and he said in an unfriendly tone, "Don't even mention you. Even if your mother came, she wouldn't dare to be
so presumptuous . Take back your princess's dignity. Look at yourself now, so unbecoming of a royal
woman. You have no dignity or composure whatsoever. Just behave yourself. Why are you showing off your identity? Aren't you afraid of bringing shame to the royal family?"
Upon hearing this, Jia Xuyao didn't dare to raise his head. No, Zhu Man'er and everyone else were dumbfounded. Although
a princess had no real power, her status was noble. Everyone had to treat her with respect. Overstepping the bounds of etiquette was an offense against the imperial majesty.
Even the head of the Imperial Guard had to bow to her. The arrogance of the person before him completely overturned
his understanding.
"Uncle Jia, this..." Zhu Man'er was completely dumbfounded, her mouth agape in an "O" shape. Any
man who saw her would want to shove his penis inside and enjoy the soft warmth of her mouth.
"Princess Man'er, you, you'd better not speak!" Jia Xuyao was sweating profusely.
What was this monster thinking, challenging the emperor's daughter the moment he entered the city? This was his descendant! However, his mind raced,
and he quickly said in a low voice, "Regarding tonight's events, you can report to Lord Lu Ju when you return. How to handle this matter
will naturally be communicated
to Consort Lu later." Having said this much, the group of noble scions were all bewildered by this bizarre situation. Even with the support of the current
princess it was clearly useless. The head of the Imperial Guard had intervened, and there was the threat of machine guns. They
naturally understood the principle that discretion is the better part of valor. Zhu Man'er was also somewhat frightened. After all, although the royal family was high and mighty
, their discipline was also strict. She bit her lower lip and nodded.
These aristocratic scions were already considering retreating, but the moment Zhu Man'er turned around, she glared fiercely
at . This glare made Xu Ping feel somewhat displeased, and he immediately snorted coldly, "Wait."
"Do you have anything else to say?" Zhu Man'er's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her pretty face showed a hint of annoyance: "
Today, you used a gun here. No matter what high your position is, this is the biggest taboo in the capital. I have already
swallowed my anger. Do you want to push your luck?"
Indeed, Zhu Man'er was of noble status, and she had already swallowed her anger. Most people would have known when to stop. Moreover, to put it bluntly
, there was probably no one in the world who would make her swallow her anger. Even though the Empress did not have real power, she was still
a member of the royal family. Even if she had done something wrong, who would risk their head to offend her for no reason?
"Haha, Princess, I'm really going to push my luck." Xu Ping felt an urge to tease her, looking at her beautiful face and fiery
temper . He immediately said sternly, "Your speeding won't hurt anyone, but this road
is lined with ordinary houses where ordinary people live, people who can't even protest. This is quite disturbing.
You have money and status, so you can do whatever you want, but people still have to get up early tomorrow to make a living. Being born into a good family doesn't
mean you can act so recklessly and disturb these people who have worked hard all day."
"Then what do you want?" Zhu Man'er was already a little annoyed by the scolding, but this anger added
a touch of charm. Her youthful face had gained a bit of the noble and unapproachable grace of Lu Yinxue.
"Let's leave that aside for now. First, wash your face clean." Xu Ping's tone shifted, and he said sternly
, "Your makeup is a mess, so vixen-like, where is the dignity and elegance of a princess? What kind of decorum is this? So
frivolous and unrestrained, how is you any different from a courtesan?"
"You..." Zhu Man'er was so angry that her face turned green and she couldn't speak. She turned around abruptly and left,
angrily and willfully provoking, "This princess just won't listen to you. If you have the guts, kill me.
Go wash your own brain, you madman."
As soon as Zhu Man'er left, the others, seeing that Xu Ping had no intention of threatening them, quickly followed
. Their car was still burning, probably down to a metal frame. They walked while making phone calls to call someone to come and pick them up, and
to tell . They kept glancing back, relieved that Xu Ping didn't chase after them.
He sat in the hood of the car, smoking and laughing heartily.
The farce was over. Jia Xuyao knew that with the Imperial Guard's signboard, these aristocratic scions wouldn't dare to act recklessly.
As they drove away, they saw the vehicle that had come to pick them up. Jia Xuyao drove on, not daring to ask anything
. In his knowledge, the Holy Emperor was an extremely calm and shrewd person, revealing his ruthlessness during wartime,
but domestically he was pacifying and benevolent, and could not be associated with arrogance or domineering.
"I'll stay at a hotel tonight. Find me the best place." Xu Ping pondered for a moment in the back seat, then asked,
"Little one, do you think what I did tonight was a bit excessive?"
"Your subject wouldn't dare." How could Jia Xuyao dare to say that? Heaven knows why the old monster did this. If he
was really angry and still had lingering rage, saying the wrong word could backfire.
"I am concerned for the people's livelihood, but I also have some matters to attend to." Xu Ping closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then immediately
said , "You send word back that starting tomorrow, the beginning of this road will be strictly controlled. These people must not be allowed to run
rampant and disturb the peace. A curfew will be imposed every night. Also, set up
an execution ground . Every three days, execute one person who is guilty of a capital offense but whose circumstances are excusable. Make sure to comfort the living, and let those who die die
willingly and with a smile. Do you understand?"
"Your Majesty, I understand." Jia Xuyao nodded quickly. This was not a big deal. In fact, it
could be easily done without reporting to the Imperial Guard.
There were many such prisoners throughout the country. Some had their wives raped, their sons murdered, and they killed in a fit of rage to avenge their families. In short, there were
countless excusable death row inmates. The Ming Dynasty had no shortage of land, resources, and
population , so finding these people was easy. And these people often still had a conscience. To let them die in peace
and to provide for their families was particularly simple.
As for the reason, Jia Xuyao dared not ask. Xu Ping rubbed his temples and said sternly, "Remember,
it must one every three days, executed at noon every day. The timing must be precise, not a minute off, not a single one missing.
After the execution, at night, a fire must be lit during that time. It doesn't need to be a cart, but a fire must be piled up at the execution site and
burned half an hour. Do you understand?"
"Your Majesty, I understand. I will report this matter to Your Majesty immediately tomorrow." Although Jia Xuyao did not know the reason, he
knew that this was not a matter he could neglect. Although the matter was small, it had to be reported to His Majesty immediately.
"Also, was I a bit too angry just now?" Xu Ping abruptly changed
the subject .
"Well, the Ancestor always has his own reasons for doing things, and this humble subject dares not presume to know." Jia Xuyao hated
these kinds ; they always left him sweating profusely, unsure how to answer.
"Actually, it was just a momentary outburst of anger." Xu Ping sighed, somewhat angrily saying, "But I just can't control my
temper . Even knowing that the Emperor holds the highest authority, I still reprimanded him harshly regardless of his status.
Now, seeing that girl is my descendant, a princess of imperial lineage, yet behaving so frivolously and dressed so disrespectfully
, I'm furious. If I hadn't restrained myself just now, I would have dragged her to the palace and locked her up
for months ."
"Well, the Ancestor is kind to his descendants; whatever punishment is appropriate." Jia Xuyao continued to sweat profusely. He
truly couldn't understand the old monster's thinking. All he could do now was to be careful in everything he did and try not to get himself into trouble.
"Enough, enough, alas, sometimes I just can't control my temper." Xu Ping shook his head and sighed
, "The deeper the love, the harsher the criticism. I can't bear to see the princes and grandsons like that."
Jia Xuyao dared not reply this time, thinking only of quickly returning to report the matter. After all, it
involved several noble families and a princess. Although the matter would certainly be suppressed, it was not easy to handle.
The Great Ming Royal Hotel, a royal hotel, was located in the northeast of the capital. It was a nine-star hotel of the
highest , covering an area of over 5,000 acres. It was fully equipped with all kinds of facilities to ensure that guests felt at home
. It was the place where the royal family entertained foreign dignitaries and held state banquets. Although it was open to the public, the hotel's special
nature meant that ordinary people with money but no power dared not stay there. Even if they were rich and powerful, they dared not
cause trouble.
Small bridges and flowing water, green gardens and beautiful spring scenery—the most stylish design showcased the charm of the East and the luxury of the royal family.
The most attentive service is a grand gesture, akin to a national gift. Guests who stay here are always satisfied, even
if they are dissatisfied with the exorbitant prices.
The rear area is unique and the most luxurious, featuring a single towering building where each
floor is independent, with its own elevator. The male staff are all handsome and tall, while the female staff are
beauties rarely seen even in beauty pageants. It's said that if you have the means and the ability to make a request
, they can often fulfill your dreams of a night of passion.
While it may seem like a haven of pleasure, Jia Xuyao understands that even the cleaners are not ordinary people.
Besides providing services, they can transform into bodyguards at any time, or instantly become killing machines.
Behind gentle smiles lies unimaginable loyalty. Commands can turn these beauties into gentle,
loving women , or into machines capable of killing with their bare hands,
snapping your neck without hesitation when you're experiencing ecstasy.
Protecting and monitoring dignitaries, the people here are machines trained by the Imperial Guard. These are all orphans
adopted . Under constant brainwashing, they possess an unwavering loyalty to the country and the royal family—a loyalty that is both extreme
and devout. They would give anything for it, especially their bodies, which they see as mere tools.
Using surveillance and eavesdropping devices in the rooms is impractical, as these politicians and foreign tycoons have
their own dedicated teams that thoroughly inspect the rooms upon check-in to ensure security. Therefore,
the rooms are said to be the cleanest in the world. For the royal family, even if they were discovered doing so
, they would dare not speak out, but ultimately, it would be unseemly and embarrassing. So, they simply abandoned this politically acceptable
method.
Unlike ordinary hotels, the guards here are heavily armed, and numerous sentries are hidden in the shadows,
making security extremely tight. Most importantly, the hotel is next to an entire Imperial Guard camp of ten thousand men;
under such intimidation, who would dare to act recklessly?
Jia Xuyao knew this was all in the open. There were military helicopters on the roof, and the underground, besides the garage, was
actually quite hollowed out, hiding a considerable number of Imperial Guards soldiers, maintaining the most stringent and rigorous defense at all times
.
Jia Xuyao went to the front desk and placed his identification on the counter. The tall, beautiful receptionist picked it up with a polite smile
, but instead of bowing as usual, she smiled and said, "Mr. Jia, what floor would you like?
Is it for house arrest or VIP accommodation?"
As a front desk clerk, she didn't want to attract attention by not bowing. This question was
normal , because VIPs usually had a large entourage—translators, secretaries, assistants, bodyguards—
dozens of people in total. Since Jia Xuyao had only brought Xu Ping, it likely meant house arrest.
This had happened many times before. Because of their special status, some people were usually not imprisoned before conviction to avoid unnecessary trouble
, and hotels were sometimes the best place for house arrest.
Although the receptionist asked the question in a low voice, her friendly smile went unnoticed, but
Jia Xuyao was terrified. He hurriedly said, "It's a VIP check-in, a state guest room. Inform your
manager to fulfill all his needs, even if he kills someone he doesn't like, he mustn't utter a sound, understand?"
"Okay, then what are this gentleman's credentials?" The receptionist showed no surprise. There were strict
regulations here; it was impossible to check in without registration. Even if Jia Xuyao was the deputy director of the Imperial Guard, he didn't have that privilege.
Jia Xuyao took out a golden-covered document and handed it over. Such a document
had never appeared in any intelligence department. The tall receptionist was stunned the moment she took it. Because they had received the most professional training, they could
tell at a touch that the silk paper on the outside was the fabric used to weave imperial edicts, and the gold thread on the edge was the craftsmanship of the Imperial Workshop, a type of
silk and gold thread only the Emperor could use for his robes. Even the Empress could not overstep her bounds.
The tall, beautiful woman didn't even dare to look at Xu Ping. She hurriedly swiped her ID on the special machine, and
the displayed information made her even more hesitant to ask any questions: "Confidentiality guaranteed, as if the Emperor were present,"
with an imperial seal stamped at the end.
She had never seen such a bizarre ID before. Even the ID of Zhang Shengyang, the head of the Imperial Guard,
wouldn't meet the confidentiality standard here. After quickly completing the check-in procedures, the tall woman returned the ID with both hands,
respectfully saying, "Lord Jia, all the formalities are complete. This distinguished guest is staying in the top-floor State Gift Room. We wish
you a pleasant stay. Please let the front desk know if you need anything; we are committed to fulfilling this distinguished guest's requests."
"What are your requirements?"
"Understood." Jia Xuyao didn't dare to delay and, led by a professional guide, took the private elevator to
the top floor of the hotel. Calling it the top floor was just a public announcement; the two highest floors were actually occupied by military units,
equipped with anti-aircraft missile systems and military helicopters, constantly safeguarding airspace.
Each room here occupied an entire floor—this was true luxury, and there was no need to worry
about being disturbed. Xu Ping nodded in satisfaction. Jia Xuyao quickly said, "Grandfather, should I stay here
and serve you, or go back to report?"
"Go ahead, don't delay important matters. I don't need anyone to serve me." Xu Ping broke out in a cold sweat, thinking, "You stinky
man, go serve your mother."
"Then, should we call some servants over to attend to me?" Jia Xuyao was afraid of being the slightest bit negligent, but he dared not speak lightly
to this old monster. He asked, "Old man, should we call a few women over to sleep with you tonight?
The women here are all professionally trained; they are skilled in killing and their bedroom arts are also quite good." However,
Jia Xuyao was a little worried about how many virgins were left. If he offered the old monster a virgin, he
might burn this place down in a fit of rage. Actually, there was no shortage of virgins, but the so-called "well-trained" status actually
meant that most of them had lost their virginity.
"No need. No one should disturb me. Go away." Xu Ping was a little annoyed, and Jia Xuyao immediately
tucked his tail between his legs and left.
The entire floor was filled with the most advanced and luxurious facilities, with all sorts of
extravagant amenities, including an indoor swimming pool. Xu Ping, however, had no interest in enjoying these things. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the carpet
and entered a meditative state, cultivating while pondering his next plan. Placing himself in
a place under the emperor's control was also to put his mind at ease. Only by gaining his trust could he proceed step by step, continuing to deceive
him.
Jia Xuyao was still uneasy when he left, summoning all the hotel managers and sternly instructing them
not to offend this old monster. With that strange certificate, no one dared to be negligent. Given their mindset, they probably thought that if Xu Ping
ordered a few people to jump off buildings for fun, no one would dare to utter a sound. Unfortunately, that night Xu Ping had entered a meditative state to the point of being in a trance
, and no matter how vigilant they were, there was no way that the room would make any noise. The
midnight in Ganming Palace was very quiet. The screen in the palace flickered with light, displaying the
scene captured by the surveillance equipment on the vehicle. Xu Ping's guess was correct. The control room of the Imperial Guard might not be able to see it, but
that didn't mean the emperor couldn't see it. The vehicle had already been tampered with.
After a full day of rest, Zhu Weiquan finally felt a bit more energetic. He woke up in the middle of the night to take his medication, his eyes glued
to everything that had happened that evening. Although he couldn't see what was happening outside the car, he knew perfectly well what Xu Ping had said inside
. These words brought him some peace of mind, and his instinctive doubts were quickly suppressed by his desire
to live .
His cowardice in the face of death led him to choose to believe, and of course, more importantly, it was because of the other person's identity. Even if
it was his ancestor, Zhu Weiquan was confident that times had changed. If Xu Ping didn't suspect anything, he was confident he
could monitor Xu Ping's every move.
Having seen everything, Jia Xuyao returned to the palace and reported everything that had happened that night. At the end,
he said with some doubt, "Your Majesty, I don't understand matters of gods and ghosts. However, it seems the Ancestor deliberately burned
those carriages. While burning them, he muttered incantations, but
I couldn't understand what he was saying." "Never mind what he said," Zhu Weiquan said, his voice stern. "The Ancestor is half-human, half-immortal; there must be a deeper meaning to his actions that we cannot comprehend." He
then began to fervently worship these supernatural matters, immediately declaring, "
Do everything according to the Ancestor's wishes. Remember, there must be no deviation from the Ancestor's orders. Anyone who disobeys
will be arrested immediately."
"Yes, but tonight, Princess Man'er…" Jia Xuyao hesitated, then said softly, "The Ancestor
originally didn't want to stoop to their level, but upon seeing Princess Man'er's frivolous behavior and attire
, the Ancestor seemed quite displeased. What do you think should be done about this?"
"Not a single word of what the Ancestor ordered can be changed. Those brats must go home and reflect on their actions; they
must pay every penny they owe." Zhu Weiquan pondered for a moment, then said with a fierce glint in his eyes, "This matter must not be publicized. Tonight,
order Zhang Shengyang to go to every household and inform them that this is a royal gag order. Also, have Consort Lu bring Man'er
to apologize, lest the Ancestor think I have failed in my duty to raise my children and take it out on me."
"And another thing!" Zhu Weiquan gave Jia Xuyao a deep look and sternly instructed, "The Ancestor will not make a fuss,
and there must be no extra people present. When Consort Lu arrives, you must follow her closely without stopping for a moment."

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