Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved-Chapter 552 - 531 First Update

Ju Nanyi had already stepped forward, and with a wave of his hand, an arrow shot straight from a soldier’s bow towards Old Master Wen Kang, without a moment’s hesitation, another soldier thoughtlessly shielded Old Master Wen Kang. With a muffled thump, the arrow struck the soldier’s head.

The soldier slowly fell, and Old Master Wen Kang stared at the falling troops.

He hadn’t expected that Ju Nanyi would truly dare...

The Marquis of Zhenbei clenched Old Master Wen Kang’s hand even tighter.

Uncle, it’s not over till the last moment.

Zheng Haoyuan’s mouth was open, no one listened to him, no one heard him speak. It seemed as if he had never mattered, as if he held no place in anyone’s heart.

Zheng Congyuan glanced at Ju Nanyi; he had many questions for him. He noticed that Ju Nanyi, usually not one for rash action, had suddenly made a move, indicating several issues. However, it could only mean that Ju Nanyi’s forces were not as numerous as he had imagined. Moreover, the soldiers near him had mud still fresh on their shoes, suggesting a long journey without time to tidy up. Thus, Ju Nanyi’s quick action was merely to rapidly stabilize and intimidate the opposition.

From this, Zheng Congyuan understood that Ju Nanyi must have endured countless hardships to arrive here. Hence, Zheng Congyuan knew it was inappropriate to delay any further.

"Marquis of Zhenbei, there are two paths before you now; it all depends on your choice," Zheng Congyuan spoke up, coldly eyeing the Marquis of Zhenbei before him.

The Marquis of Zhenbei did not hesitate. Eyeing Zheng Congyuan, he was the first to lay down his weapon.

"All Wen Family Army, lay down your weapons—" the moment Marquis Zhenbei’s command was issued, clatters sounded as all the Wen Family Army troops dropped their weapons.

Zheng Haoyuan’s expression grew colder, so, no one listened to him, did they?! ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Just as Zheng Congyuan was about to speak, a voice coldly cut him off, leaving everyone perplexed with what was said.

"Zheng Congyuan, Zheng Nianru is in my hands," Zheng Haoyuan stepped forward, walking to the edge of that circle, his gaze dark and unyielding as he stared at Zheng Congyuan.

He wanted to see exactly what Zheng Congyuan wanted.

Old Master Wen Kang immediately grew anxious. Fourth Prince, what are you doing? Why bring up something irrelevant at this time? Just as Old Master Wen Kang was about to step forward, Wen Sheng suddenly grabbed him. From the beginning, he sensed Zheng Haoyuan had something important to say. While everyone’s attention was on Old Master Wen Kang and the Marquis of Zhenbei, Wen Sheng noticed Zheng Haoyuan; perhaps only Zheng Haoyuan truly understood Zheng Congyuan.

But who is Zheng Nianru?

Ju Nanyi was the first to shift his gaze towards Zheng Haoyuan; why mention Zheng Nianru? Events from a past life had not occurred, and he wouldn’t let them happen again—even if it meant killing everyone in Qiandao Temple, he had prevented the news from leaking out.

Zheng Congyuan also looked towards Zheng Haoyuan, trying to discern the opponent’s intention from his expression.

So what did he know? He had been extremely careful; the people protecting Zheng Nianru wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Zheng Haoyuan suddenly felt like laughing, wanted to laugh out loud—to think Zheng Congyuan, like him, was ready to forsake all for his cousin, the throne was trivial. So, Zheng Congyuan, what would you do for your cousin?

Zheng Congyuan stared at Zheng Haoyuan, trying to ascertain the truth in his words, yet he didn’t want to gamble on an issue regarding Zheng Nianru.

Zheng Haoyuan had always had a good relationship with Zheng Nianru, and Ju Nanyi was aware of that, yet he had also noticed that Nian Ru’s gaze never settled on Zheng Haoyuan. Even though they got along well enough to play together, once the play was over, he was forgotten. Ju Nanyi had deliberately confined Zheng Haoyuan within the palace walls, yet Nian Ru showed no reaction whatsoever.

However, now, he didn’t want to take risks and pondered the possibility that Nian Ru was in Zheng Haoyuan’s hands.

His own men were very secretive and skilled in martial arts, strong enough to handle everyday dangers, even with just two of them. Moreover, his plan had just been smoothly laid out; other than his own people, the Wen Family knew nothing about it.

Zheng Congyuan watched Zheng Haoyuan’s defiant and provocative gaze. So, since when had he known? Congyuan could even clearly see the hatred in that gaze—a hatred that had nothing to do with the throne, as Zheng Haoyuan repeatedly left his sentences unfinished.

The thought struck Congyuan’s heart hard, like a hammer blow—he had been negligent; the less attention he paid to Zheng Nianru, the safer Nianru was.

Ju Nanyi was anxious—when had Zheng Haoyuan known? In a previous life, that prophecy hadn’t even been known to the public before he had snuffed it out. This time, it wasn’t even that time yet.

The Wen Family—had they known all along?

No, that couldn’t be. If the Wen Family had known from the start, they wouldn’t have gone so far afield; thus, Zheng Haoyuan was acting like a mad dog, attacking whomever he caught.

Thinking this, Ju Nanyi grew even more anxious. Even from Zheng Congyuan’s perspective, he wouldn’t give up the great situation he currently had for a commandery princess, nor for Zheng Nianru’s sake give up the throne.

No, no, he couldn’t panic. There had to be a turning point somewhere, something he hadn’t thought of; but whatever it was, he first needed to stabilize Zheng Congyuan and secure the loyalty of the Wen Family Army.

Ju Nanyi stepped forward, intending to speak on behalf of Prince Duan as a scion of the Nanzheng Imperial Clan, trying both to emphasize the importance of the remaining Prince Zong to Congyuan and to make the Wen Family Army reconsider the weight of Prince Duan.

But before Ju Nanyi could speak, Zheng Haoyuan took the floor again.

"Zheng Nianru is in my hands, not in Prince Duan’s Mansion. Your two men have already been controlled by my men—isn’t it, you haven’t received any messages for two days now?" Zheng Haoyuan slowly began; he realized Zheng Nianru was missing when they returned to Prince Duan’s mansion, where they found these two suspicious individuals. Zheng Haoyuan was merely guessing that they were Zheng Congyuan’s men.

Zheng Congyuan’s hand clenched around his sword trembled slightly—it had been two days, and he had thought that the Imperial Palace was besieged by the Wen Family Army...

A flicker of anxiety crossed Congyuan’s eyes.

Prime Minister Lin stepped forward.

"Fourth Prince, what use is there in threatening us with a helpless woman? Although the commandery princess is of noble status, she has no connection with the current rebellion," Prime Minister Lin stepped forward and said, addressing Zheng Haoyuan but also clearly meant for the assembled Wen Family Army to hear.

Zheng Haoyuan sneered.

"Not important? Zheng Congyuan, just say she’s not important. Fine, since my cousin cannot stay with me in life, let us die together then. This, after all, was for your empire, for the Nanzheng Imperial Clan, that you handed my cousin over to me yourself."

Old Master Wen Kang’s brows furrowed—what was that all about?

The Marquis of Zhenbei also frowned, the talk was too convoluted; he hadn’t quite understood, but he vaguely sensed that Zheng Haoyuan’s words were effective—a seasoned battlefield intuition about life and death.

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