Peace Order-Chapter 787 - 93: Marquis Qin Wu Becomes Renowned, the Talent of the King Returns_2
Chapter 787: Chapter 93: Marquis Qin Wu Becomes Renowned, the Talent of the King Returns_2
At that moment, the faltering Ji Daochun, supported by the powerful ministers, rose to his feet. He shook off the hands of the powerful ministers around him and looked at the young Lord in his elegant court dress, crying out in deep sorrow:
"Oh, ancestor of the Red Emperor, the enterprise you established is about to be usurped by outsiders!"
"I am ashamed to meet you."
"Incompetent Emperor!!"
"Rebellious minister, traitor, rebellious minister, traitor!!"
Ji Daochun had served under three different emperors and was an elder of the Imperial Family.
In his eyes, the achievements of the Red Emperor’s ancestor surpassed all others, and the subsequent emperors were mere heads of the family. The world should have belonged to the lineage of the Red Emperor, yet they had let the power slip away.
Now, as he watched Marquis Qin Wu stride away, he realized that everything he was familiar with and proud of was about to be torn apart, and he was so old.
Overwhelmed by profound grief, Ji Daochun cried out loudly several times and then suddenly pushed everyone away.
"As a subject, I have failed to guide the emperor and glorify our Imperial Family; I have failed to limit the power of the ministers and curb their influence. I am guilty."
The elder of the royal family, his white hair flowing, gave the Imperial Palace a respectful bow with a bitter smile, then suddenly dashed forward.
Ji Daochun’s head collided with the Red Emperor Merit Tablet not far behind Li Guanyi.
He used all his strength, his brain smashing open, blood gushing out and slowly leaking down. Humans have an instinct to preserve themselves, making it difficult to undertake such force to end one’s own life — a decisiveness unlike cutting one’s own throat.
Blood spurted from Ji Daochun’s mouth as he stared unblinkingly at Li Guanyi’s back.
And then he died there.
Blood slowly trickled down the embossed bricks, and the entire atmosphere of the Imperial Path became stiff and solemn. Li Guanyi paused as the blood of Ji Daochun flowed beneath his feet, realizing that his conflict with these elders was on a much deeper level.
They adhered to their own logic and order.
Whereas he had come to shatter those honors they treasured.
To incite war, the White Tiger Sect...
Li Guanyi suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, the smell of blood wafting in the air. The young Lord tread over the bloodstained, white jade-like Imperial Path, then held his sword, confronting the shocked stares of the young students, and moved forward slowly.
He did not look back.
Ji Daochun, who died for his era, had some backbone, unlike the rest of the royal family, who were mere dry bones. Wen Lingjun stared intently at this scene, thinking how in the students’ eyes, the solemn Imperial Palace, the Imperial Path, and the oldest elder of the royal family were now dead.
Marquis Qin Wu, holding the Chi Xiao Sword, walked step by step.
The spacious Imperial Path seemed to split into two parts.
On one side were the static aristocratic families of the royal family; on the other was the solemnly advancing Lord.
A tremendous impact struck the hearts of the students, regardless of friend or foe, they knew they would probably never forget the scenes they witnessed today.
Even decades later, even when their hair has gone white, when the younger generation asks about their youthful experiences, they will surely recall today’s scenes.
Li Guanyi stopped walking.
Marquis Qin Wu turned his wrist, and the blade of the Chi Xiao Sword finally touched the white tiles of the Imperial Path again, embedding three inches deep, his palm hovering over the hilt, Qilin patterned court dress fluttering, his expression fierce, the majesty of the Imperial Palace behind him, clouds rolling in the sky,
He looked up, gazing at Wen Lingjun and other students of the Academy.
Many students, aside from Wen Lingjun, instinctively bowed their heads.
That day.
After three hundred years.
The Chi Xiao Sword Master appeared in Central State again.
And then said, "Li Guanyi, appointed as Heavenly Strategy General."
"Students who wish to tread the world."
"Come!"
......
The bloody court affair had ended.
Li Guanyi’s reputation experienced tremendous changes, some people believed that Ji Daochun was the truly loyal member of the royal family, while Li Guanyi was seen as a usurping power broker; others said that since Li Guanyi drew the Chi Xiao Sword, he was the legitimate heir of the Red Emperor.
Regardless, Li Guanyi’s fame was destined to soar.
Already one of the most celebrated names across the world.
Even if he were to fail, he would leave behind an indelibly vivid mark in history. Wen Lingjun returned to the Academy in a daze, still somewhat disoriented and unable to believe the scenes he had witnessed.
Ji Daochun had always been regarded as a highly respected elder of the Imperial Family, who had been in politics for eighty years already, with an extremely high reputation, highly revered; both the Court and all the major aristocratic families had received his kindness.
But Li Guanyi drew the Chi Xiao Sword.
Who was the legitimate heir, even Wen Lingjun was confused, when suddenly someone tugged at him.
"Hm? What’s wrong?"
Wen Lingjun regained consciousness and turned his head in the direction of the pulling force to see Feng Xiao drinking, who then furrowed his brows and added, "You clearly weren’t listening seriously, this is going to lead to big trouble."
Wen Lingjun nodded, "Yes."
A little over half a month later, there was to be a debate at the Academy, with many students and great scholars expected to make appearances. Feng Xiao said, "Originally, the Jiangnan Eighteen States were not at an advantage. Now, Li Guanyi is in his prime, holding the position of Heavenly Strategy General."
"But his acceptance of this title signifies a conflict with the Imperial Family and the aristocratic forces. Most students within the Academy are connected to the aristocratic families, and even those of commoner backgrounds have received their favor."
"At this point, Li Guanyi almost has no chance of winning."
"Not to mention, the old royal uncle Ji Daochun also took his own life in front of the Imperial Road Merit Stele."
Feng Xiao muttered, "I can’t even imagine what the royal family and the Court will say about him after this news spreads. At this stage, even if Li Guanyi’s fame is high, he will have no advantage in the Academy debate."
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