Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 111: A New Chapter, Setting Off on a Journey

In the winter of the 25th year of Tian Shou.

Ascending the throne at the age of 40, Emperor Tian Shou ruled the world for 25 years. He may not have been an outstanding ruler, but he was not considered incompetent either. The unremarkable Emperor Tian Shou passed away!

The world was shaken.

The 27-year-old Crown Prince Ji Chunjiu ascended the throne and changed the era name to Zhen Yuan. Previously known as Princess Consort Hui Rulan, who had spent several years as a nun in the Water Moon Nunnery, she now held the position of Empress Dowager in the imperial palace, commanding the entire nation.

Hui Ruqing, who had also been a nun in the Water Moon Nunnery, was promoted to the position of Princess Changping. She made a strange vow, saying, "This body is already married, my husband is already dead, and I will not remarry in this lifetime." The emperor ordered her to observe mourning for a year and later put her in charge of the Ministry of Justice.

The three Grand Great Masters of Celestial Secrets, Shen Yin, and Hong Hua, all came to the capital to pay their respects to the new emperor.

At the same time, Prince Su Wuji of Nanli County, who had come to the capital for the funeral, was granted the title of Da Zhuguo and an additional three thousand households. Princess Su Miaojin of Nanli County was granted an additional five hundred households. On the third day after the burial of the late emperor, the father and daughter went to the Jiang family as guests. After an hour, when they left, their expressions were not very good. Su Miaojin even stared in one direction for a long time, her eyes filled with hesitation.

Of course, these major events had nothing to do with the bandits in the Fulong Village, located on the outskirts of the southeastern Bazhou region, four thousand miles away. These illiterate bandits had no connection to the affairs of the empire.

"Creak..."

In the courtyard, Huang Dagui stopped sharpening his knife and started sharpening needles instead. Thirty-six thin, one-foot-long needles.

This was ordered by the head of the family. They were specially made with sharp tips. Although Huang Dagui didn't know what the head of the family wanted them for, he sharpened the needles with great enthusiasm. In the past, the head of the family would never let him do anything, but sharpening needles was an easy task.

"Cough..."

A violent cough came from not far away. Huang Dagui glanced at it with a heartache and sighed. The head of the family's health was really deteriorating.

Xin Zhuo, accompanied by Xiao Huang, was covered with a thick blanket and lying on the recliner as before. He squinted his eyes slightly, but his gaze seemed to be staring into space.

"Ding ding ding..."

At this moment, Murong Xiu rushed in from outside, poured a spoonful of cold water, and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Head of the family, I bought a carriage for thirty taels of silver. It's a sturdy gray shed. If we can't bring it up, we can leave it in the bushes below! It's enough for you, Ying'er, and Qiniang to sit in if we leave tomorrow!"

"Okay!"

Xin Zhuo coughed again and asked, "Has the Second Master and Old Bai not returned yet?"

"They might have to wait until dark..."

Before Murong Xiu could finish speaking, a hurried sound of footsteps came from outside, and Cui Ying'er and the others entered the village.

Cui Ying'er breathed a sigh of relief and said, "They're all gone. It's been almost twenty days. The Water Moon Nunnery lost all its nuns, and even the Buddha statues were taken away. The nun princess was the first to leave. Twenty days ago, she was escorted by the army, looking very grand, but she was wearing mourning clothes. When she passed by our mountain, she even lifted the sedan curtain and looked up."

Bai Jianxi also said, "The Autumn Palace Pavilion is empty too. A few old men who swept the floor and did odd jobs left two days ago, pulling the last pile of documents on a cart. I went in and took a look. There wasn't even a single hair left."

Xin Zhuo's expression remained serious. "Has anyone been watching you these days?"

Cui Ying'er thought for a moment. "Fifteen days ago, I pretended to stroll around below the Water Moon Nunnery and was glanced at by the old nun Pu Jing. But soon after, she took the little nuns and left the mountain with their luggage."

"The same thing happened on our side," Han Qiniang said. "That fat Autumn Palace Pavilion teacher, who looked like a pig, also glanced at our side before leaving with the students!"

Xin Zhuo fell silent for a while. Did those two old men have so much confidence in their methods? He seemed to spit out a few words from the bottom of his heart, "It's a trap!"

Everyone looked at him together, curious about what was wrong with the head of the family. Was there really a trap?

"Fulong Village?"

Just then, a man in a purple robe with a scar on his face walked in. His Blood Qi fluctuated at around the eighth rank, and he coldly swept his gaze over everyone. "Which one of you is Xin Zhuo?"

"Another challenge?" Cui Ying'er and Murong Xiu protected Xin Zhuo and looked at the man coldly.

That's right! Ever since the head of the family was injured and the Autumn Palace Pavilion and Water Moon Nunnery left, Fulong Village had been bombarded with challenges from people.

The reason is that someone spread the news that "the notorious villain Xin Aotian has a grandson who is still alive." Within a few hundred miles, anyone who has had a conflict with Xin Aotian has sent a challenge letter.

It is said that this was Xin Aotian's style when he was causing trouble. He would send a challenge letter first, then provoke a fight. Regardless of life or death, if he killed someone, he would also insult their wives and daughters and take their money.

This is too domineering, too evil, and fits the behavior of a bandit. It completely shattered the perception that Cui Ying'er and the others had of the old leader.

Originally, they were unwilling to believe it, but as more and more challenge letters arrived, they received hundreds of letters within twenty days. There were even resentful curses from abandoned women, each with convincing words, talking about ancestral debts being repaid by descendants, and it being just and righteous.

This couldn't help but raise suspicions.

Was the old leader really such a despicable person in his lifetime?

The only difference is that these people haven't reached the point of ignoring the emperor's death and the mourning period.

Therefore, the challenge dates were set between the first and fifteenth day of the new year.

There are still ten days left.

At this time, the scar-faced man sneered and said, "This letter from me doesn't count as a challenge letter, but it's more important than a challenge letter. Xin Zhuo, receive the letter!"

Xin Zhuo waved his hand.

Cui Ying'er handed over the letter.

When he opened it and read it, there were several rows of aggressive handwriting: "Haven't you been killed by the Autumn Palace? Disabled? What a pity. I have thoroughly investigated the details of you and your grandfather these days.

I have sent letters to all your grandfather's enemies, spreading all your information, but concealed the fact that you have been disabled. Wait for the storm of torment. Misfortune always comes in pairs. Misery and sorrow...

Du Kang Mansion, Jiang Hezhu."

"Where does this bastard come from with so much hatred? Even the big leader is like this, and I, a pervert, think he's a pervert." Murong Xiu couldn't help but curse loudly, swinging his long sword.

Xin Zhuo threw away the letter and pointed at the self-satisfied messenger not far away, saying, "Throw him out!"

"Do you dare? I am from the Jiang family of Du Kang Mansion!" The man became furious.

If Murong Xiu dared, Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang, who had broken through to the eighth rank, also dared.

...

In the Assembly Hall, several pieces of white paper were put together, with topographic maps drawn on them.

Murong Xiu, with an old and wise appearance, pointed to the map and said, "We went to Menghu Village to take a look, but they have disappeared. Now, Shuiyue An, Autumn Palace, and Menghu Village are all gone, only us left.

But the big leader rejected the marriage proposal from the four major families of Fufeng Mansion, and we have formed a grudge. The news of the battle between the head of the God Spear Villa, Xue Huaiwei, and the big leader on New Year's Eve is getting louder and louder, completely disregarding the fact that the big leader has lost his martial arts."

Cui Ying'er also analyzed, "Now our predicament is that we have Fufeng Mansion, Xue Huaiwei, 103 enemies, including the God Spear Villa, the Yimen Du family, and other major forces, and... the one who killed the old leader, Tang Wuwo, the Lord of Duan Yang Tower.

Originally, I didn't want to mention the old leader's enemies, but it has already been revealed by that damn Jiang Hezhu, so we can't ignore it anymore."

"Seven people and a dog fighting against more than a hundred families. We have the advantage. No one understands them better than me!" Bai Jianxi narrowed his eyes and said confidently.

Huang Dagui's one eye gleamed as he shouted, "We have already crossed the mountains of knives and seas of fire. Screw it, let's go to the capital city, kill the new emperor, and take the position of the big leader!"

Although there was chaos, the final decision-making power still rested with the big leader, even though he had already been disabled.

Xin Zhuo coughed twice and looked at the "xxxx" martial arts in the Lunar Serenity Well in front of him, smiling faintly, "We have a grudge with Fufeng Mansion. Since those more than a hundred families are determined to fight us to the death, why don't we take the initiative and deal with them first? We will leave tomorrow and leave Fulong Village. It's time for us to reason with the martial world!"

"Reason with the martial world."

The thieves didn't have much confidence, but their spirits were uplifted. They really liked the style of the big leader.

"Woof..." Little Huang also excitedly lifted his leg and urinated in a spiral.

(End of this chapter)