Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life-Chapter 880 - 869: The Cowardly Emperor

"No, I absolutely refuse to let you marry Suxin," Zhang Lian growled with a darkened expression at the Zhang Mansion.

Zhang Yuwen looked crestfallen, but his gaze was firm: "Father, my cousin and I are truly in love, why can’t you just let us be together?"

"Let you be? She was the former Empress, what kind of situation would it be if you brought her into our home as your wife?"

"She’s no longer the Empress, she’s a free person now. The things I promised His Majesty to do were all for my cousin. I’ve missed my chance with her once and I can’t afford to miss it a second time," Zhang Yuwen said with determination.

"You even dared to deal with the State Preceptor without consulting me. Do you know how dangerous that was?" Zhang Lian scolded his son angrily, glaring at him.

"And yet, here I am unharmed."

"But now the State Preceptor is nowhere to be seen, who knows if he will come back for revenge?"

"Father, you have to trust me, the State Preceptor is not as terrifying as you think."

"Let’s put aside the State Preceptor for now. Regarding your marriage with Suxin, I will never agree to it. Have you thought about the fact that your life is limitless, but Suxin is just a mortal? She’ll age and at most live to a hundred years. Will you be satisfied living with an old lady? What will you do after she dies?" Zhang Lian sincerely worried about their future as he spoke to his son.

"I..." Zhang Yuwen was at a loss for words with such questions, but his desire to marry Kong Suxin overcame those concerns. With a determined look, he said, "There will be a way. Some aristocratic families have life-extending elixirs. I will find a way to get them for Suxin."

"Don’t try to deceive me, those elixirs are extremely rare. If you truly had a way, you would have gotten them for me and your mother a long time ago!"

Zhang Yuwen was exposed by his father, feeling a little embarrassed: "Father, please stop talking. In any case, I’ve promised my cousin that I will marry her, and I can’t be a man who breaks his word."

"Enough, enough. Children grow up and stop listening to their parents," Zhang Lian said with a heavy heart and a gray complexion, sighing deeply. "Since you’ve already promised her, don’t come to regret it later, and don’t despise her. No matter what, she has at most a hundred-year life span, just endure it."

Zhang Yuwen opened his mouth but didn’t argue with his father any further. However, despite convincing his father to agree to his marriage with his cousin, he didn’t feel as happy as he had imagined.

"Report, Your Majesty, today someone discovered the bodies of the missing Second Prince and Third Prince outside the city in an abandoned temple."

Ye Qiu put down the pen he was using to review memorials, his face turning cold: "What is the situation on the scene?"

"The two princes appear to have been poisoned, their bodies blackened and shriveled."

"It’s not poison," Ye Qiu realized, "The State Preceptor drained their cultivation."

The reporting minister was shocked by this news. Although His Majesty had declared to the world a few days ago that the State Preceptor was an evil cultivator, he never expected the State Preceptor would do something like draining his own disciples — it was terrifying! Didn’t that mean everyone was in danger?

"No need to worry, he won’t drain ordinary people. Issue an order to closely monitor any unusual activities and report to me immediately without acting rashly."

"Yes."

Ye Qiu had guessed that Gao Zhuo would certainly return, but he hadn’t anticipated in what manner he would come back. He looked at the cultivators before him, his expression extremely grim.

"I always wondered how the once glorious Ye Family vanished so suddenly. It turns out they’ve been hiding among the mundane world," a burly man with a full beard remarked with ill intentions.

"Kid, if you don’t want to suffer, you’d better hand over the Ye Family treasures," another man, pale and missing an eye, said with a determined expression.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Ye Qiu said coldly. "I know you’ve been fooled by Gao Zhuo, but I don’t have what you’re looking for."

"Whether you have it or not isn’t up to you to say, it’s up to us. Is that sword in your hand the Wuyun Sword? Haven’t you heard of the crime of possessing a treasure?"

"Kid, you can’t keep it. The news that you have the Wuyun Sword and the Elixir Recipe has already spread. Even if you don’t hand it over to us today, others will come to seize it tomorrow. Are you sure you can protect it?"

"I’ve said, I won’t give my possessions to anyone," Ye Qiu replied, his expression cold and indifferent.

The bearded man "spat" and raised his machete: "You refuse to drink a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. I see you’re tired of living."

"Bring it on," Ye Qiu said, raising the sword in his hand, Sword Qi fierce and intense.

Outside the Palace City, Zhang Yuwen stopped, ultimately not going inside.

"You’ve already completed your transaction with him, there’s no need to get involved in this struggle," his uncle said with indifference, though a glimpse of calculation flashed in his eyes, contradicting his nonchalant words.

"It’s a pity I have no fate with the Wuyun Sword, but Uncle, does His Majesty truly have the Elixir of Eternal Life recipe?" he asked, unwilling to give up.

"If that were the case, would the Ye Family be in such decline now?" his uncle countered.

Zhang Yuwen thought about it and agreed, but still felt somewhat unwilling to give up.

"Huh? Seems like the noise stopped," Zhang Yuwen suddenly frowned. "So soon?"

Then he shook his head: "What a shame."

He didn’t believe Ye Qiu would prevail. Based on his speculation, His Majesty had only been cultivating for no more than three months — how could he be a match for those who had cultivated for years? And there were so many of them.

"Uncle, should we really not go in and take a look?" he asked hesitantly.

"Then let’s go in," his uncle replied, not opposing this time, making Zhang Yuwen a bit excited.

However, when they entered the palace, what they saw was a relaxed Ye Qiu and a scene of cultivators greatly injured and defeated.

Zhang Yuwen and his uncle widened their eyes, unable to believe what they were witnessing. How was this even possible?

Unfortunately, Ye Qiu wouldn’t share the truth with them. Instead, he spoke with a mocking tone: "Even though Mr. Zhang is no longer my minister, shouldn’t you have reported privately entering the palace? Does this brazen act align with the etiquette and education Mr. Zhang has learned over the years?"

Zhang Yuwen looked embarrassed, forcing a smile: "My uncle and I merely heard the commotion and wanted to ensure Your Majesty was safe."

Ye Qiu gave an ambiguous smile: "Well, Mr. Zhang indeed seems enthusiastic, but both you and your uncle appear to react rather slowly. Now that everything has been settled, you arrive. Those unaware might even think you were the mantis trying to catch the cicada, followed by the oriole waiting to reap the benefits!"

Zhang Yuwen flushed crimson, looking as if he’d been humiliated: "We absolutely meant no such thing."

"Good to hear. I was just mentioning it. I hope next time Mr. Zhang finds himself so eager, he’ll be quicker to respond. Thank you for making the journey today. I still have matters to discuss, so forgive me for not seeing you off."

His uncle gave Ye Qiu a deep look, then turned silently and left without saying a word.