Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 230: I'm Going to Enter the Capital

Xin Zhuo couldn't help but reevaluate this eldest sister. He felt that there must be a reason why she was locked up at home, perhaps she had gone mad!

"Don't you believe me?" Jiang Huan's face was filled with disappointment as she spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear. "You should believe me! Back when the Jiang family was too powerful and influential, with disciples and officials all over the world, during the chaos of the imperial succession, many people advised my grandfather to ascend the throne. Did you know that?

In the end, my great-uncle didn't agree, but he also planted the seeds of disaster. The court started paying attention to him, which eventually led to the Kunxu Demon War. On the day I came back to report the news, the day you lost your memory, the Divine Martial Army and the Palace Guards rebelled, with the involvement of the Sword-Bearing Division, the Martial Garrison, the Qintian Observatory, and the skilled experts within the palace.

Most of the Jiang family boys and girls were killed, the old dowager died a tragic death, even Princess Zhengguo, Princess Beihai, Princess Feihuang, Princess Liyang, and other wives were also killed, their breath completely cut off. I seemed to... witness it with my own eyes.

Later, it was your mother who returned from the Taiping Palace to stabilize the situation! But in the blink of an eye, the bodies of the old dowager and the others disappeared, and then they reappeared alive. They were either possessed or replaced by people using secret techniques!

Now, in the mansion, only your mother, Jiang Yong Venerable, Chanyi, Yuge, Nüying, and a few maids under your command are real!

You have to believe me, I have innate wisdom and can see the past, present, and future.

Did you know? The reason you went missing was actually arranged by your father. Xin Si is not just a horse slave, he is your grandfather's milk brother. Your father predicted everything before he died and asked me to secretly come back and tell him, to let him take you far away!"

Xin Zhuo hesitated as he looked at her, feeling a chill all over his body. Even when making up stories, no one would come up with such a plot. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Does my mother know?"

Jiang Huan grabbed his hand, tears welling up in her eyes. "Although your mother is extremely talented, how could she recognize this strange and deceptive technique? This method requires ten years of preparation and a clever and flawless arrangement. The slightest mistake is unacceptable. It can be said to be at the pinnacle of ingenuity, even the court is unaware of it, and no one knows where they came from."

Xin Zhuo was surprised. "So, do you have a way to teach me?"

Jiang Huan said in a deep voice, "Now, only the Western Qin Army is left. It's like a solid iron bucket, and your third uncle is there, but he doesn't have much time left..."

"Bang!"

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the old dowager appeared at the door with a group of servants, her tears flowing as she choked up, "Huan'er, how can your grandmother handle this? Do you have to drag Yuqing along with you to rebel before you can be at ease? Grandmother begs you to stop talking nonsense. Haven't you caused enough trouble?"

As she spoke, she rushed over and hugged Jiang Huan, tears streaming down her face, her white hair in disarray, a heart-wrenching sight.

Jiang Huan's body trembled, and suddenly she hugged her too, laughing wildly, looking insane.

"Huan'er, calm down, don't be nervous..." The old dowager painfully patted Jiang Huan's back.

Xin Zhuo sighed and said, "Grandmother, please release my elder sister from her chains. Her meridians have already been severed, I've tried it myself. She has at most one month left to live, even immortals can't save her!"

Jiang Huan's life force had indeed been cut off, her consciousness was confused, and she was on a path to self-destruction. No matter how miraculous the medical skills in the world were, they couldn't save someone whose consciousness and heart were about to die.

He got up and walked out.

The crying behind him grew louder.

Xin Zhuo's steps were slow, his face changing constantly. The most difficult thing to distinguish in the world is the words of a madman. It's hard to tell which sentence is true and which is false, which is her delusion.

But when it comes to possession, he is the number one possessor!

"Your elder sister Jiang Huan has suffered her whole life."

The old dowager appeared by his side, "Back then, she was a genius. At the age of fourteen, she was betrothed to the son of the Duke of Xu, but the next year, that boy died of illness. At the age of fifteen, she was betrothed to the grandson of the Marquis of Liang, and soon after, that boy also died."

At the age of sixteen, I followed my elders into battle. My whole family was destroyed, and I became confused. I immersed myself in fantasies, sometimes even believing the things I said. It was difficult for us to question the truth, and that's why my grandmother trapped her. After all, the heart is made of flesh, and even grandmothers can be cruel.

On that day, my grandmother and several aunts were indeed on the verge of a tragic death, lying in a pool of blood. But they were escorted to a safe place by skilled experts from the mansion. How could the dignified Jiang family lie on the ground like dead dogs?

Back then, your eldest sister even said that the current emperor had been replaced by someone else. She said it so convincingly that the entire court was at a loss. Sigh! The chains have been unlocked.

Letting out a long sigh, I changed my path and left, as if I had aged ten years, my steps unsteady.

Xin Zhuo paused for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and turned to the other side.

Just as I arrived at the Lanxian Pavilion, Li Yun was already waiting there, holding a letter in her hands and respectfully handing it over.

Seeing the familiar pattern, Xin Zhuo knew who it was from. He took it and opened it, seeing a line of delicate small characters: "Little bandit, I will be arriving in the capital in two days. Surprised? What should you treat me to..."

Xin Zhuo remembered that dignified and virtuous girl with her own principles and unique temperament, and couldn't help but smile.

"My little lover?"

I don't know when, but Mother was sitting at his desk.

Xin Zhuo felt a bit embarrassed. "Can you not do this? It's awkward."

"You even know how to be shy." Ji Jiawei patted him on the side, and Xin Zhuo sat down. She continued, "If you like Su Miaojin, take this opportunity to make it official. Mother supports you."

Xin Zhuo was somewhat surprised. "Is it appropriate?"

Ji Jiawei scolded him. "You, that girl has carefully observed you. She is a kind-hearted and good girl. She has helped you so much. If you hesitate and delay, someone else will take her, not to mention she is already your wife."

Xin Zhuo felt thoroughly embarrassed. "Are you... sure?"

"Why would Mother be unsure?"

...

September 22nd.

Elder of the Taiping Palace, Princess Ji Jiawei of the Great Zhou Qin Kingdom, entered the Taiping Palace with her son, Jiang Yuqing!

Among the nine thousand students and disciples of the Taiping Palace, one thousand seven hundred and eighty welcomed them. All that could be seen were figures in wide robes, either elegant and free-spirited or handsome and noble.

There was no curiosity, excitement, or spectacle among the ordinary people. There was only calmness and respect. They stood in perfect order, like well-measured wooden stakes. No matter how prominent the Jiang family's eldest son was outside, he was not particularly noticeable in the Taiping Palace. The Taiping Palace was not lacking in true martial arts masters.

They respected Elder Ji Jiawei and were curious about the appearance of the unparalleled figure and the son of the proud and frosty Ji Elder. They wondered if he was qualified to participate in the Fengtian Tower.

Xin Zhuo was immune to the attention of the masses. He only glanced roughly at the crowd and was surprised to find that there were many experts. They were easily overlooked, and he looked towards the towering palaces and the ethereal clouds beyond the crowd.

How many historical sites are there? Hasn't it all been written about?

I really have no inspiration. I don't know how to write to make it more interesting. People keep saying that my writing is getting worse and worse, and I'm scratching my head.

(End of this chapter)