Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 239: Jiang Yong's Shock and Ambition

After arranging everything, Xin Zhuo returned to the inner hall and looked at the helpless gazes of the widowed princesses and ladies. He asked, "Has the imperial physician come to the palace?"

Princess Gonghai choked back her tears and replied, "The imperial physician Li Jianzheng and others came early in the morning. They were sent by the Empress Dowager to prescribe medicine. It was given to the old lady earlier, but... there was no improvement. When Li Jianzheng left, he said that it might be within these two days! We should prepare for the funeral."

With teary eyes, she turned her head away, unable to speak.

Seeing that a group of women were about to burst into tears, Xin Zhuo waved his hand, signaling Princess Zhengguo and Princess Beihai to stay, while the others left.

After the room quieted down, he took out a silver needle and gestured for the two princesses to undress the old lady.

"Yujing, can you... do it?"

The two of them looked nervous, but considering that Xin Zhuo had indeed cured Ying Jianying before, they reluctantly followed his instructions. There was no better solution at the moment.

The silver needle pierced the body, and stagnant blood and True Qi emerged like smoke.

After a moment, the old lady's pale face showed a slight improvement, and her breathing became more stable.

Princess Zhengguo was surprised and immediately lowered her voice, "Yujing, when did you learn this medical skill? You are truly talented. So... the old lady is fine now?"

"Her body is fine, but she is old and exhausted. Her body is too weak. It may take ten days or half a month for her to wake up. In the future, she should avoid excessive exertion and be well taken care of."

Xin Zhuo smiled, put away the silver needle, and stood up to leave. First, he stared at his eldest sister, Jiang Huan, for a moment, then walked out of the Lanqing Courtyard.

Outside, everything was in order. The servants went about their duties, maintaining their composure and no longer panicking.

In the distance, the golden outline of the imperial city and the densely packed buildings of the capital shone brightly in the sunlight. It was still prosperous, the place where the nobles indulged in pleasure. The Great Zhou Dynasty, which had lasted for hundreds of years, would not be shaken by individual families.

Inside the imperial city, power still resided, the pinnacle of supreme authority in the world, unshakable by anyone.

Turning around and heading towards the backyard's Venerable Tower, his steps felt heavy.

He suddenly understood that perhaps he shouldn't have come to the capital. Otherwise, the Jiang family would have remained as steady as Mount Tai, enjoying wealth and prosperity with the old lady, a group of widowed women, and that useless second son who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun. The Jiang family would still have disciples and officials all over the world, their reputation shining, and no one would dare to provoke them.

The emperor and the prime ministers could rest assured.

The forces attached to the court and the Jiang family relied on each other, maintaining a delicate balance.

In the future, when the Western Qin army had no successors, the emperor and the prime ministers had countless ways to divide and disintegrate it. The court and the Jiang family would maintain a situation where everyone was on good terms, with good honors, good marriages, and a good emperor.

Once a powerful figure intervened, it would be like breaking through the seventh peak of Mount Qingluan, a feat that only Emperor Taizu, Jiang Yuan, and Mr. Zhuge could achieve. Regardless of their current strength, it would disrupt the balance, and the rulers would start to feel annoyed, just like when a well-designed cake suddenly went bad.

The glory of the Jiang family from fourteen years ago must never be repeated. The family that could endanger imperial power must never exist again.

Therefore, Jiang Yujing either had to die or be suppressed endlessly.

In fact, from the beginning, Xin Zhuo's desire to enter the Fengtian Tower for cultivation was just a luxury! Those in power would never allow him to use the forbidden land of the court again to enhance his strength.

A grandmaster or even a higher realm Jiang Jia's heir would undoubtedly have a greater influence than Jiang Yujing, who was only a half-step grand great master.

This was the situation, not difficult to guess, but unfortunately, no one could directly say it.

But... could I be blamed for this? Ridiculous!

Lost in thought, Xin Zhuo had already arrived at the Venerable Tower. The Great Sword Saint and the Ghost Monk were no longer there, and the surroundings felt desolate, exuding a sense of silence and desolation.

Finally, Xin Zhuo had the opportunity to enter the tower. Step by step, he climbed up until he reached the top, where he could clearly hear a continuous cough.

Venerable Jiang Yong's white hair was disheveled, and he had aged significantly. It seemed that he sensed Xin Zhuo's arrival and sighed softly, "Do you feel exhausted?"

"It's alright! I'm used to it. I was originally a bandit. Life and death matters, I've experienced them a lot!"

Xin Zhuo sat down on the side and looked at Jiang Yong's complexion, asking, "Uncle, do you know who injured you? Who was the assailant?"

Jiang Yong remained silent for a long time, looking out the window and giving a bitter smile. "It doesn't matter who they are. What matters is that they represent imperial power."

Before Xin Zhuo could speak, he continued, "I am just a martial artist, only knowledgeable in martial arts. Your grandmother and the women of our family lack a broader perspective and political acumen. Even the mighty Jiang family cannot maintain balance without your grandfather, your father's uncles, or your uncles present! If your father were here, he had countless encounters with various factions of the court, undefeated. Even the emperor couldn't do anything and couldn't touch the Jiang family. The descendants of the Jiang family are unruly and domineering. Who would dare to provoke them?"

After finishing speaking, he sighed deeply, his eyes filled with reminiscence.

"They are all gone!" Xin Zhuo moved his body.

"Yes, cough...," Jiang Yong coughed heavily.

"Don't move, let me take a look for you."

Without hesitation, Xin Zhuo held Jiang Yong's pulse, infused a bit of True Qi, and followed his meridians.

Jiang Yong instinctively wanted to push him away but then relaxed and exclaimed in surprise, "Do you really understand medicine?"

"I do," Xin Zhuo nodded, gesturing for him to relax. After pondering for a moment, he tapped Jiang Yong's twenty-three acupoints and then spread out a cloth with silver needles.

Jiang Yong's eyes showed even more astonishment, and he exclaimed, "The Sanjia Taiyi Acupoint Tapping Method, an ancient technique! How did you, a young man, learn such exquisite medical skills?"

Xin Zhuo didn't say anything, just moved his fingers, and the silver needles flew out on their own, piercing into various extraordinary meridians on Jiang Yong's body.

Jiang Yong felt a tingling sensation and warmth flowing through his body, completely shocked. "The Taixuan Meridian Binding Method? The Shuiyun Flowing Open Meridian Method? The Qingnang Walking Together Method? These are all ancient medical techniques! There are only a few people in the entire Great Zhou who know them! You...did you deliberately deceive me back then?"

After speaking, his eyes emitted a dazzling light. Previously struggling on the brink of death, he was now filled with hope.

Xin Zhuo didn't quite understand what he was saying. "xxxx" had no name.

As the silver needles continued to enter his meridians, combined with the use of True Qi to guide the flow of energy in his body, a faint black Blood Qi seeped out of Jiang Yong's skin, surrounded by a faint mist.

"Wonderful! With this technique, it won't take long for the meridians to fully recover! Vitality will be even stronger! Well done, young man! If you can completely heal me, I will have some confidence in breaking through the Matrix Mountain and becoming an Earth Immortal! With me as a deterrent, who would dare to touch the Jiang family? Well done, young man! You have potential!"

Jiang Yong praised repeatedly, his voice trembling, even a bit ecstatic.

"Your body is not difficult to heal! Unfortunately, I can't cure my mother's poison!"

Xin Zhuo continued his actions, his voice somewhat dejected. Perhaps he yearned for what he lacked. He could disregard anything else, but the word "mother" truly weighed heavily on his heart.

Jiang Yong calmed down and sighed. "When the Jiang family was in chaos, your mother was attacked. Perhaps she was afraid of Jiang Jiugui causing trouble. With her abilities, if she hadn't been so devoted to martial arts, the Jiang family would have been as steady as Mount Tai. Unfortunately..."

"Why did it happen so suddenly?" Xin Zhuo interrupted, saying, "To be honest, I find it hard to accept the current situation of the Jiang family all at once."

Jiang Yong remained silent for a while before sighing again. "Actually, it's not sudden at all. Uncle told you not to take it to heart! If you hadn't come back, or if you hadn't made such a name for yourself, even surpassing your father back then, causing them to panic, things wouldn't have turned out like this. Now that you're here, everything is just right. Your mother's condition, the people in the court or the Tai Ping Palace who are loyal to the court, have already calculated the timing of her outbreak. And a few days ago, someone took advantage of the relevant figures from the Divine Strategy Army and the Eighteen Border Armies of the Northern Frontier, assassinating them in connection with you. The important figures were executed, leading to the enmity between the two armies. Blinded by hatred, the border armies intentionally released their restraint on the Western Regions and the Southeastern countries, and then sent out some signals. Naturally, the thirteen Western Regions countries' coalition forces would quickly launch a surprise attack, resulting in the Western Qin Army being attacked on three sides..."

(End of this chapter)