Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 184 Venerable Tower

The room was quiet.

The Crown Prince was immersed in the distribution of the Great Zhou bureaucratic system and the military forces of the world.

The four women below had cold expressions and maintained their original postures.

That's right! Although they could see that the Crown Prince was really reading the classics seriously, this... was like some kind of unbalanced comparison.

"Three hundred thousand Western Qin troops..."

The Crown Prince suddenly spoke, and the four women couldn't help but look up, only to find that the Crown Prince was not speaking to them, and they lowered their heads coldly again.

Xin Zhuo was currently reading about the army belonging to the Jiang family, the thirty thousand troops of Western Qin, which were managed by the descendants of the Jiang family. They were the result of generations of hard work by the Jiang family, suppressing the various countries in the Western Regions five thousand miles away, as well as certain demon countries and tribes.

These troops were nominally under the command of the imperial front-line divine military, but they were actually the private army of the Jiang family. Everyone in the world knew this, and it was like a hot potato that couldn't be disbanded and had to be employed. However, they were only loyal to the Jiang family, and most of the senior officers in the army only knew about the Jiang family and not the imperial court! They were unapproachable and unyielding, yet they still received salaries from the imperial court!

They were a bunch of rascals, but they really existed.

The title of the Jiang family's vassals was not just empty words.

Just like the three hundred thousand Southern Li troops in the south, they only knew about the Marquis of Southern Li, Su Wuji.

No one questioned Su Wuji's title of Marquis, unlike the Jiang family. Su Wuji was the milk brother of the current Emperor, a loyal subject of the current Emperor!

Thinking of the Southern Li troops, Xin Zhuo couldn't help but think of the gentle and principled beautiful girl, Su Miaojin, who had helped him a lot. He still owed her three favors. Huh?

Suddenly, his hair stood on end. It seemed like Murong Xiu had mentioned that Su Miaojin's fiancé was the legitimate son of the Jiang family. Damn it! Was it Jiang Yuge or himself? Back then, he was so focused on his mission that he didn't have the mind to listen carefully and didn't hear it clearly.

Could it be... that I am Su Miaojin's husband?

Did I snatch my own wife? All sorts of blackmail?

Raising his head and looking at the four women who were bowing in front of him, he realized that an hour had passed, but the four women were still bowing, their faces showing a cold and murderous expression.

Xin Zhuo suppressed the matter with Su Miaojin. There were many things to deal with, and he had to take it step by step. First, he needed to understand the power dynamics within the Jiang family and seek revenge and deal with other matters.

Putting down the bamboo slips and closing his brocade robe, he smiled lightly and said, "Tell me, how did you enter the Jiang family?"

"..."

The four women refused to answer, even the face of the coquettish and fiery-haired woman, Sai Qingzhu, turned cold.

"What is your name?" Xin Zhuo asked again.

"..."

The four women still refused to answer, as if they had already answered and saying more would be useless.

"Very well!"

Xin Zhuo stretched lazily, got up and walked down, carefully observing the four women. He remembered a novel from his previous life and a mischievous thought arose in his mind. Pointing at the woman with fiery hair, he said, "Sai Qingzhu, it sounds good, no need to change it!"

Sai Qingzhu glanced at him. You clearly remember, why bother asking again?

Xin Zhuo pointed at the woman with a melon seed face, "From now on, you will be called Hongshu!" (Red Potato)

Before the woman had a chance to angrily stare at him, he pointed to the woman with blue eyes next to her, "Shanyao!" (Mountain Yam)

The woman was stunned, as if she didn't know how she resembled a mountain yam.

Xin Zhuo then pointed to the last woman, who had an elf-like appearance, "Xiong Zhang!" (Bear Paw)

The woman was first stunned, then completely exploded. Biting her silver teeth, she sternly rebuked, "Vegetables and fruits are fine, but why should I be called Bear Paw? What part of me resembles a bear paw?"

"You do!"

The Crown Prince didn't give her a chance to refute, yawned, and walked towards the door. It was getting dark, and it seemed that the banquet in the front yard was over. "Follow me and wander around. If you don't listen, no food and spanking!"

As the crown prince walked further away, the four women behind him looked as if they were about to devour someone, and they turned around fiercely to catch up.

"Fengwei Courtyard" was located slightly behind the central axis of the Jiang family's estate. It was a magnificent and luxurious compound with a wide corridor that could accommodate two carriages side by side.

The courtyards of the four widowed princesses, their sisters-in-law, and their daughters were particularly special and valuable.

The easternmost courtyard belonged to Jiang Yugui, the crown prince. Yes, he was also a crown prince, but his status was much lower than that of his second uncle, the Naling County Prince, whose son had a lower status.

However, it had been more than ten years since the deaths of the five county princes, and the Jiang family had only the crown prince without a titled county prince. This subtle hint did not escape notice.

But Xin Zhuo couldn't be bothered to think about it. He walked leisurely in the elegant and grand corridor, looking around and finding everything fresh and new.

"Crown Prince!"

As he passed by maids and servants, they automatically made way and respectfully greeted him. Then they looked at the four women behind the crown prince with strange expressions.

Walking and stopping, Xin Zhuo seemed to have lost his way. In front of him appeared a tower-like building.

Two people were sitting in front of the tower gate. One was a middle-aged man in his forties, with gray hair scattered casually. He held a sword in his right hand, which was inserted into a stone platform by his side. From the friction marks, it could be seen that he often did this.

The sword was inserted into the stone steps, which was somewhat strange and abnormal.

The other person was an old man in his sixties or seventies. He had a withered body and a dark complexion, resembling an old charcoal seller. However, his gray eyes were fixed on Xin Zhuo and the others, not knowing whether he was looking at Xin Zhuo or the four women behind him. Then he grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow, unbrushed teeth, which seemed a bit obscene.

Xin Zhuo was taken aback and glanced at the two people. Then he looked up at the top of the tower. Waves of indescribable ripples emanated from the surroundings of the tower top, as if some kind of power was present.

The power of Venerable's paper talisman!

Venerable?

Just at this moment, the old man who had been showing a lewd smile in front of the tower gate suddenly left behind an afterimage. In a blur, he appeared in front of Xin Zhuo, and with a palm strike, a powerful palm wind blew Xin Zhuo's long hair.

A highly accomplished little Great Master!

Xin Zhuo's heart trembled, and he instinctively wanted to counterattack, but he stopped just in time.

"Ghost Monk, what are you doing?"

Four voices of reprimand came from behind him. The four women looked at each other, their faces showing a smile of relief. They shouted fiercely, but they showed no intention of protecting each other.

Xin Zhuo didn't move, not even blinking his eyes.

The old man called "Ghost Monk" stopped his pitch-black palm, which seemed to be poisonous, just three inches away from Xin Zhuo's face.

With his tattered grass shoes landing on the ground, the old man blinked his old eyes and smiled even more. He revealed a mouthful of yellow, unbrushed teeth, which seemed a bit obscene. "Kid, aren't you afraid?"

"Remember to wash your hands next time. The smell is too strong!"

Xin Zhuo bypassed him and walked towards the tower gate.

The smile on the face of the "Ghost Monk" remained, but his brow wrinkled slightly.

The Ghost Monk, who had mastered the Three Thousand Poison Techniques, had been a dominant figure in the northern region for thirty years. No one could subdue him without the appearance of a Grand Great Master. His reputation was so domineering that it could stop a baby from crying. How could a young boy who didn't seem to possess any martial skills not be afraid?

But little did he expect that today he would truly be defeated by a young boy.

The smile on the faces of the four women, who were behind Xin Zhuo, gradually disappeared. They suddenly realized that they couldn't understand this crown prince at all.

What kind of temperament did this young boy, who had just returned from the border, possess to be so steady and calm?

Xin Zhuo had already reached the side of the middle-aged man in front of the tower gate. He grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it out with a "Canglang" sound. Looking at the sword blade shimmering with a red light, he exclaimed, "What a good sword! It must be worth a hundred taels!"

The middle-aged man with gray hair suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Far away, the fat monk was dumbfounded.

The four women, Sai Qingzhu and the others, blinked their beautiful eyes desperately, feeling a bit confused for a moment.

(End of this chapter)