Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 223: Ji Jiawei's Domineering

Four figures, carrying the mysterious and strange momentum of the world, rushed towards Xin Zhuo with the intention of forcibly taking him away.

The group of people below, including Wei Siyi, suddenly realized what was happening and their faces changed drastically.

The highly cultivated old celestial teacher's face turned dark, and a wave of earthy aura appeared around him as he leaped into the air.

Xin Zhuo furrowed his brows and stared at the four people, momentarily speechless. Would these people harm him? He glanced at his grandmother and Jiang Yong Venerable, who both had indifferent expressions, as if they were very confident.

Seeing the four people approaching, Jiang Yong lightly waved his hand, and a clear stream rushed forward. With a "crack" sound, floating platforms automatically rose from the surrounding walls and ground. On the platforms sat women with either rich and solemn appearances, middle-aged men with fierce expressions, or old people with immortal demeanor.

There were a total of eighteen of them, originally with their eyes closed, but suddenly they opened them, and in an instant, a majestic and boundless aura surged out, making it impossible to distinguish their realms.

The four approaching figures' pupils contracted, and they quickly retreated, falling outside the hall gate, their faces filled with uncertainty.

The old celestial teacher was also squeezed out of the hall gate, leaving Wei Siyi and the others to instinctively retreat to a corner, their eyes wide open.

Xin Zhuo was also shocked and looked at the eighteen figures in astonishment. When did they appear? Were they hiding in my hall all this time?

The old lady spoke in a deep voice, "The Jiang family is not easy to mess with. You should all know not to offend the Jiang family!"

Her voice was powerful, confident, and domineering.

The enchanting and graceful woman from the Red Flower Sect outside laughed lightly, "The Thousand Year Jiang family has a deep heritage. It is unexpected to have so many Venerable puppets. Please don't worry, old lady. We have good intentions and only want to accompany the young master Jiang on his cultivation journey. We have no ill intentions!"

"The Jiang family's child has already made a choice. Please leave."

Jiang Yong Venerable's voice brooked no refusal.

The four people outside looked at each other and smiled. The old man from the Pavilion of Celestial Secrets cupped his hands and said, "There must be a choice after all, right? The young master should speak for himself!"

Just as the old lady was about to speak, Xin Zhuo shifted his gaze away from the eighteen puppets and said seriously, "I have always admired martial arts experts and have a great interest in the brilliant martial arts in the world. How about we have a friendly exchange? The winner can accompany me!"

Although he didn't understand why these people were so obsessed with the "True Qi of the Divine Path" like peddlers on the street, it was always right to light a fire.

The old lady and Jiang Yong looked at him in surprise.

But the four people outside looked astonished.

After a moment, the woman from the Red Flower Sect laughed lightly, "It seems that the young master wants to see our abilities. How about I show you a little trick?"

"Shi Niang, why do you demean yourself like this? Let's each show our sincerity. What's the difference between this and playing with a clown?"

The old man from the Pavilion of Celestial Secrets scolded in a low voice, and the woman from the Red Flower Sect was slightly startled. But then she saw the old man leap into the air and said, "Young master, watch as I, from the Pavilion of Celestial Secrets, perform the Cloud Stripping Dragon Dance, a secret technique that has been cultivated for eight hundred years!"

With a flick of his finger, a green long cloth wrapped around him, transforming into a green dragon in the blink of an eye. It let out a long roar that shook the surroundings.

"Truly shameless!"

Both the Red Flower Sect and the Hidden God Sect cursed in unison, understanding the old man's biased mindset.

"Young master, watch!"

As they saw the old man descend, the remaining three also began to display their techniques like coaxing children. Suddenly, a cold and disdainful voice came from mid-air:

"The heavens are vast, every inch is like a sword's heart! Attack!"

(Note: The translation provided is a literal translation and may not capture the full meaning or context of the original text.)

The entire courtyard suddenly darkened, as if covered by dark clouds.

The four people in the courtyard had a slight change in expression and simultaneously leaped into the air.

The old man from the Pavilion of Celestial Secrets scolded, "Qinglian Sword Technique? Is the Tai Ping Palace planning to kill us all as soon as they arrive?"

Xin Zhuo was immersed in the magical martial arts of the old man from the Pavilion of Celestial Secrets, and was startled by this scene. What kind of martial arts could darken the sky?

Before his grandmother and Jiang Yong could react, the woman had already appeared in front of the gate, looking up.

In the sky, there stood a woman with a graceful figure and a gentle demeanor. Her face was unclear, but she seemed beautiful. She appeared to be in her twenties and was standing in mid-air. Thirty zhang above her head, the strange blue clouds rolled, as if dark clouds were pressing down on the city.

She exuded unparalleled confidence and dominance, looking down at the four people below as if they were trash. With a gentle wave of her finger, hundreds of sword shadows had already emerged from the rolling blue clouds above her head, carrying an extremely fierce momentum, heading straight for the four people below.

The falling sword shadows filled the sky, making one's whole body numb.

Xin Zhuo was a bit absent-minded. To be honest, he couldn't quite understand this fighting style. If he were to go up, he had no idea how to respond. It seemed like it had reached another level? It was like when he was flown like a kite by the head of the Lingjian Sect.

The four people below seemed to have the same concerns. Unwilling or unable to catch the swords, they hesitated for a moment, then their figures flickered and they headed towards the distance. "We'll give this person to the Tai Ping Palace, but this grudge cannot be easily resolved!"

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared.

The woman above seemed disdainful, gently raising her hand. The sword shadows in the sky had disappeared, the blue clouds above her head dispersed, and the sun was shining brightly, with no clouds in sight.

The old grandmother had somehow walked to the side and smiled as she looked up. "What does my grandson think?"

Seeing the woman above looking down, Xin Zhuo immediately retreated back into the gate and hurriedly returned to his desk, saying seriously, "She has a high martial realm and looks good. Grandmother and Uncle, please don't say anything. I have my own considerations. I'll make a deal first."

The old grandmother's face changed slightly. "What deal? This is your mother!"

"Uh..."

Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment, feeling an impulse to go back and take another look.

At this moment, the woman had already arrived outside the gate. She lightly waved her sleeve, gracefully moved her lotus steps, and entered the Great Hall. Her distant eyes, delicate nose, and cherry lips were like smoke and clear springs, but they carried a hint of dominance and disdain, as if it were innate.

The old celestial master from the Qintian Observatory had already floated away.

Weisiyi and the others in the hall were still there, with a hint of restraint on their faces. They bowed respectfully, "Greetings to the Grand Princess!"

"Step back!" The woman waved her sleeve again, as if driving away insects and ants.

No one dared to show the slightest disobedience and bowed again before retreating.

Even the old grandmother and Jiang Yong also bowed and automatically moved to the side. The old grandmother pointed at Xin Zhuo, "This is your son, Yuming!"

Without her saying it, Jiuwei Ji had already been observing Xin Zhuo, seemingly considering whether he was the one she had conceived and given birth to after ten months.

Xin Zhuo was also frowning and hesitating. The difference between this woman in front of him and the image he had imagined was quite big. He had thought she would be a few years older than Princess Zhengguo, a kind and amiable princess who would hold hands and chat about daily life. But you... you look at most 15 or 16 years old. How old were you when you gave birth to me?

At this moment, Jiuwei Ji's dominance disappeared instantly, and the fierceness in her eyes gradually faded. She walked gently towards him, raised her delicate right hand, and touched his face. Her eyes turned red, and tears fell one by one.

Xin Zhuo could only stand still and let her pat his face. However, he could feel that the emotional release from this woman at the moment was genuine and contained no falsehood.

He didn't know how long had passed. Jiuwei Ji's tear marks were still wet on her face. She took out a piece of sesame maltose candy from her long sleeve and handed it to him like coaxing a child.

She had only given birth to one child in her life and had never taken care of a child before. She didn't even know how to express her maternal feelings towards her child.

(End of this chapter)