Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 225: My Mother's Cooking

Mr. Dongfang put away the paper raft and fell silent.

Elder Bai's eyelids twitched as he asked, "Please enlighten us, Junior Brother Zhuang!"

The young man spoke coldly, "Do you two senior brothers think I can kill Jiang Yuqing?"

Mr. Dongfang replied, "Naturally, I can kill her!"

The young man asked again, "How many people can the Shixian Hall kill?"

The two exchanged a glance and said in a deep voice, "Naturally, many!"

The young man continued, "Do you know who is protecting Jiang Yuqing in the Taiping Palace?"

Elder Bai stroked his beard and said, "It's probably the one with the surname Jian, who is known for his sword skills!"

The young man asked, "Is that person disloyal?"

Mr. Dongfang immediately said, "This disciple dare not assert!"

The young man sneered, "Now, what do you think Jiang Yuqing is?"

Elder Bai suddenly realized, "Naturally, she is like an ant on a chessboard!"

The young man said again, "Master, Jiang Yuqing is not a orthodox True Qi practitioner. She is rejected by heaven and earth, but it doesn't matter!"

Mr. Dongfang and Elder Bai exchanged a glance, their expressions slightly changed, and then they chuckled lightly.

The young man turned around and left, still carrying a frosty demeanor, saying, "Let's ask for the Emperor's opinion!"

The two bid farewell with cupped hands.

Until the young man disappeared into the palace, Elder Bai took a deep breath and looked at Mr. Dongfang, saying, "I have known you for eighty years, but I never expected you to be so unpredictable. Are you intentionally seeking trouble this time? I'm afraid you also had a part in Ji Jiuwei's injury from the Thousand Venomous Insects back then..."

"I really did get beaten, and the matter with Ji Jiuwei has nothing to do with me!"

Mr. Dongfang looked into the distance and said, "Hugong has arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white-haired eunuch walked over from afar. He was far away at first, but in the blink of an eye, he was close, holding a bundle of exquisite silk fabric.

The two opened it, and there were only four words written on it.

The eunuch had already gone far away.

Elder Bai said in a deep voice, "In that case, this Jiang Yuqing is quite a pawn. Why did she have to reveal herself?"

Mr. Dongfang said, "She herself doesn't know. In order to improve her realm, she disregards everything. Even if the Jiang family wants to stop her, they can't. We can only be both happy and worried."

...

Night fell.

The servants in the front yard of the Jiang family were busy, while the Banished Immortal Pavilion was a bit deserted, but it had a warmth that it didn't have before.

The five daughters of Sai Qingzhu stood quietly on the side, occasionally glancing at the mother and son sitting at the dining table in the middle.

There were only five small dishes and a bowl of soup on the table.

The dishes were a bit gray and messy, and the soup was a bit murky.

Ji Jiuwei picked up a dish and placed it near Xin Zhuo's mouth. His expression was completely different from before, although he still had the demeanor of a mother, his eyes were full of smiles and indulgence.

Xin Zhuo smiled and took a bite, but he couldn't help but feel a bit bitter in his heart.

There was no need to ask, this dish was personally cooked by his mother. He couldn't say it wasn't delicious, but he could only say... the taste was a bit strange, was the pot not cleaned properly or was it burnt?

"Is it delicious, my son?" Ji Jiuwei asked softly, her expression serious.

Seeing her persistent display of motherly love, Xin Zhuo couldn't go against her mood, so he reluctantly said, "It's very delicious, the taste is truly unique!"

Ji Jiuwei chuckled and picked up another piece, saying, "Your grandfather, Emperor Xuanzong, and your father said the same thing back then. Come, open your mouth!"

Xin Zhuo suddenly felt a subtle emotional entanglement with that ghostly Emperor Xuanzong grandfather and his biological father, Jiang Wen, whom he had never met. He quickly took another bite, and seeing that Ji Jiuwei was about to feed him again, he quickly changed the topic, "Mom, where should I go in the future to seek ancient relics and cultivate the Martial Dao?"

The five daughters of Sai Qingzhu looked at him in surprise, seemingly not understanding the term "mom."

Ji Jiuwei was also taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "This address is good, call me mom from now on, mom likes it."

After a pause, she continued, "Of course, the first choice is undiscovered ancient relics everywhere."

Xin Zhuo became excited, "Are they easy to find?"

Ji Jiuwei shook her head and said, "They are not easy to find. If there are any, practitioners from all over the world will swarm in search of opportunities, like rats crossing the street!"

Xin Zhuo asked again, "What about the others?"

Nowadays, the first choice for offering sacrifices to spirits is, of course, the five hundred-year special spirits, or some rare things.

Ji Jiawei said, "Next are the major ancient sects. Pavilion of Celestial Secrets was established 1,860 years ago, Shen Yin was established 1,600 years ago, Honghua was established over 1,100 years ago, and Taiping Palace was established 353 years ago.

If we consider the depth of heritage and the shortest establishment time, Taiping Palace can actually be ranked at the forefront. Do you know why, my son?"

Xin Zhuo asked, "Why?"

Ji Jiawei said, "Because the other three families were exterminated several hundred years ago, with only a few disciples barely surviving and the sect changing hands several times. When Taiping Palace was first established, it was discovered by Emperor Taizu, your ancestor Jiang Yuan, and Mr. Zhuge. It is located near the capital and has moved countless heavenly and mortal treasures. Moreover, Longcang Mountain itself is a super ancient site!"

Xin Zhuo nodded and asked, "In that case, were our ancestors and Emperor Taizu extremely powerful in martial arts? I wonder how long they lived. It is said that our ancestors only lived to be eighty or ninety?"

Ji Jiawei hesitated for a moment and said, "According to their realm, living for two or three hundred years would not be a problem. But for some reason, they didn't live to be a hundred. Not only that, but the imperial family of each generation, the emperors were mediocre and completely unlike our ancestor's bloodline. Their lifespan was no different from ordinary people!"

After a pause, Ji Jiawei continued, "Not only the imperial family of Da Zhou, but also the kings of the various countries, none of them lived for several hundred years!"

Xin Zhuo thought for a moment, not quite understanding, and asked, "What is your position in Taiping Palace?"

Ji Jiawei pondered for a moment, as if she didn't know her own position, and smiled lightly, "I have two disciples under my sect, the third Shui Qingliu and the eighth Zhuge Jun. Have you heard of them?"

Sai Qingzhu and the other five women's expressions changed slightly. The people of the capital all knew about the ten young masters, and they knew that these two came from Taiping Palace, but they didn't know they were disciples of the royal family.

Xin Zhuo was surprised, "Are these two reliable?"

He had studied these ten people a few days ago when he had nothing to do. Those who caught the emperor's attention were indeed not mediocre talents. With his own Lunar Serenity Well martial arts, he wasn't confident that he could kill the lowest-ranked Lü Jiu within a few moves.

Could it be that Shui Qingliu and the others were showing respect for his mother, the princess?

Ji Jiawei took a while to understand and knocked on his head, "As your mother's disciples, why would they need to show respect?"

Xin Zhuo smiled, "I'll go to Taiping Palace with you!"

With his mother by his side, it shouldn't be difficult to get by.

"Do you really want to go?" Ji Jiawei was somewhat puzzled. She had figured out her son's character. He was independent and seemed quite sensitive.

Xin Zhuo nodded, "Of course!"

"If you want to go and become my disciple, it won't be now. Rest for a month and then go challenge the Fengtian Tower. I'll open the back door for you."

Ji Jiawei looked at the lights of the Wan family outside the palace and pinched his cheek with a smile. "During this time, if you want to go out and play, go ahead and have fun. Your mother wants to see who truly appreciates your talent and who harbors ill intentions. Understand, my good son?"

"Understood!"

"Very well, I will rest in the side hall. I won't go back. Remember to finish the food. I personally cooked it and put in a lot of effort."

"Okay..."

So what did you and Sai Qingzhu eat?

...

It's already late at night.

Xin Zhuo has already searched the main hall thoroughly, but couldn't find the puppets summoned by Bai Ri Jiang Yong. It seems that brute force alone cannot unearth them.

He is very interested in the puppets and wants to try if he can summon spirits. He plans to ask the old lady tomorrow or consult with his mother.

Sitting back at the desk, he picked up a piece of sesame maltose and took a bite, his face filled with memories.

"Master, I couldn't find them."

Xiong Zhang also emerged from the corner at this time, his face dirty. He glanced at the sesame maltose and instinctively swallowed his saliva, asking softly, "Master, can you reward this servant with a piece?"

Xin Zhuo found it amusing and handed over a piece. Xiong Zhang took it and carefully ate a bite, then explained, "This servant is not greedy, I just find it curious that the young master has never shown such fondness for something before."

"I just didn't know such a thing existed in the world."

Xin Zhuo said something that Xiong Zhang didn't quite understand, propping his chin and chewing continuously, "What are Murong Xiu and the others doing?"

It's been a long time since I've seen them.

Xiong Zhang immediately sat up straight, wiped his reddened mouth, and said, "Murong Xiu, Huang Da Gui, Bai Jian Xi, and Han Jiu Lang are practicing martial arts in the mansion. Cui Ying Er and Han Qi Niang are in the old lady's courtyard and rarely go out. It seems like they are being forced to learn the Martial Dao Scripture."

However, today, in front of the main gate, this servant found two outsiders claiming to be the young master's acquaintances. One is named Murong something, and the other has the surname Yan."

Xin Zhuo was surprised, "And then?"

They were thrown out by the head of the guards and it seems they were taken away by the Thirteen City Garrison."

Starting tomorrow, I will update five chapters before midnight.

In addition, I will tone down a few chapters. After all, I just created some momentum. I need to slow down and build up the story. If I continue with a killing spree, it will collapse.

The opponents we encounter now are all small fry, easily defeated. The protagonist's path lies ahead.

(End of this chapter)