The Transmigrated Life of a Salty Fish Family

Chapter 827 Please accept death with honor!
"Young Master, you can read people's minds and speak eloquently. No wonder you are a guest of honor in the capital." Yan Huaiwen approached him, showing a little curiosity, and asked him, "How many of your old friends are willing to get close to you today?"

Shi Kezhen's eyes lit up, and he said hurriedly, "I have been doing business in the capital for several years. I have made friends with my classmates and like-minded friends, from rich and powerful relatives to poor students, chivalrous men in the market, and yes, there are also the guards who protect the imperial city..."

Yan Huaiwen nodded with satisfaction and said softly, "That's enough."

Before he could wait, a smile spread across Ke Zhen's face, and he said calmly, "I have been waiting for His Majesty's pardon for you."

He pulled out a golden scroll from his bosom.

It’s an imperial edict!
Shi Kezhen's pupils shrank and even his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Yan Huaiwen handed the imperial edict to Kang Yinzhi, who unfolded it and held it almost close to his face so that the rebellious prince could take a closer look.

The imperial edict always began with a pile of flowery words, denouncing the rebel king for various crimes in a high-sounding manner. Then it changed the subject and said that he was willing to sacrifice his own relatives for the sake of justice, and that he could not resist his father's wishes, and was forced to help the tyrant to commit evil. Fortunately, he was educated by the King of England and came to his senses.

His eyes were fixed on the most important words.

Demoted to a commoner!

Common people!!!!
Your Majesty, who sits high up in the capital, probably believes that this is a forgiveness, a gift of compassion.

However, Shi Kezhen knew that this imperial edict was his death warrant!

Without his royal status, Yan Huaiwen had nothing to worry about.

"Sir, do you know where Master Ye is now?"

Shi Kezhen gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Beijing."

There was a hint of admiration in Yan Huaiwen's eyes.

"Mr. Ye has a face that looks exactly like yours. If he follows the routine in his career, he will run into obstacles everywhere and will not be able to make any progress."

“There is no solution to this problem.”

"But it was precisely because of this face that he easily caught the eye of a certain nobleman. After a little scrutiny, he found that Mr. Ye was indeed a man of real talent and learning. He also wore a mask every day and did not show his true face. He was sharp-tongued, radical in his thinking, cynical, and had the ambition to eliminate corruption and chaos. He only needed an opportunity..."

Yan Huaiwen paused for a moment, watching the changing expression of the rebel prince, as if he had been waiting for this moment to appreciate the panic in his heart through his skin.

"Your Excellency needs a knife!"

"He was old and running out of energy. The years were bad and natural disasters were frequent. He could not bear to have hamsters and termites eating away at his family's little assets. He wanted to clear out the accumulated problems and leave some assets for his son. It was at this time that Master Ye appeared."

Yan Huaiwen's tone was extremely light, but every word hit Shi Kezhen.

"He is very suitable."

In the previous life, the old emperor established the Taiping Guard for this very reason.

The treasury is empty!

People’s lives are so difficult!

Your Majesty also has a difficult situation, as you have to solve the financial difficulties and provide for your successor.

The Taiping Guard suddenly appeared, like a sharp knife, killing all those who broke the law.

No one knows better than Yan Huaiwen how sharp this knife is.

He took a different path in this life.

It's a decent and correct approach.

But that doesn't mean he will give up this unconventional weapon.

Master Ye is a sharp sword that he tailored according to the needs of the old emperor.

Fortunately, in this new life, His Majesty's feelings remain the same and have not changed.

Only then could he easily send the person in front of him so that he could see him.

But we must use him, reuse him, and continue to increase the value of Mr. Ye.

Resembling the Prince of Qi may appear to be a disadvantage, but it is actually an advantage.

If the Prince of Qi was a traitor who was determined to side with his father and rebel against the court, Master Ye would find it difficult to take off the mask on his face throughout his life.

On the contrary, the prince of Qi is a prince who understands the greater good, is noble, good at networking, has friends all over the capital, and is compassionate to the weak and the poor...

All the tiny, insignificant brilliance of humanity, when he cut off his kinship with his father by dying, refused to go along with others, and used his own body to try to awaken his anti-king father who had lost his way...

Shi Kezhen, the moral reputation of this Prince of Qi will reach a peak that ordinary people can hardly reach!

After all, not everyone has a father who is a traitor. Not everyone dares to...die to show their determination!
"I...have many very secret contacts that others do not know about. All the correspondence was destroyed when I left Beijing. These people are only under my command. Even my father only knows who they are, not who they are."

Shi Kezhen was trying to persuade the other party.

He is still useful.

Yan Huaiwen smiled faintly but said nothing.

Shi Kezhen suddenly felt clear-headed and fell to the ground dejectedly.

The King of England is kind and his son is brave and mighty, neither of them is a cruel person.

But Yan Huaiwen had long regarded him as a dead man.

We only met a few times, and every time he met, his eyes were so cold, so cold, as if he was looking at a living person.

At that time, Kezhen was not tortured.

But every time Yan Huaiwen came to see him, the little words he uttered made him frightened.

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It tortured him day and night.

Probably everyone in Guanzhou was kept in the dark by Mr. Yan.

He played a big game of chess.

The chess piece landed in the capital city, thousands of miles away, without leaving a trace.

One thing within another.

He used the fruit that he had worked so hard to cultivate, but crushed it and mussed it, to water the fake plant that he had originally regarded as a scapegoat!
"Please, sir, die with a sense of honor!"

Yan Huaiwen said so.

A chill suddenly rushed out from the tail of the spine and flowed into every part of the body.

Shi Kezhen couldn't help shivering.

"I! I don't want to! I still have a chance. My father will come to save me. The Xizhou Army will surely win. When the city is broken, how dare you kill me! How dare you?"

"The rebel king has an elite force that can't be restrained. Is he waiting for the Western Rong?" Yan Huaiwen snorted coldly, and slowly revealed the self-righteous secret hidden in Shi Kezhen's heart: "The land outside the pass is the pasture where the barbarians graze. They are most familiar with it. They want to take a detour to join the rebel army and attack Guanzhou together, right?"

Yan Huaiwen casually praised: "The rebel king is very patient, but what if he can't wait for the Western Rong troops to arrive?"

Shi Kezhen stared at him intently.

His heart has sunk into a deep well.

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"Brother Yan, how can you eat so much!" Pan Zheng kept watching and counting the pancakes one by one. Wow, he finished six pancakes without even taking a breath!
This is a big cake prepared for the march.

The bigger the pan, the bigger the pancake.

There were not many people including Yan Yu, but they were all half-grown boys, and it was the age when they could eat. Especially this little General Yan, who could eat the rations of several people by himself.

Yan Yu smiled shyly.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Brother Pan. I've always eaten a lot since I was a child. I came here in a hurry and didn't bring enough food. I can only take advantage of the Duke. Otherwise, Brother, please keep a record for me and I will definitely pay you back one day."

"It's okay, eat more." Panda said.

Pan Zheng shrank his neck and bit the biscuit obediently.

"Thank you, Duke!" Yan Yu clasped his fists in gratitude, performing the military etiquette.

Duke Pan nodded and motioned for her to continue.

Yan Yu was polite in words, but he was very serious about eating.

After dinner, Panda ordered someone to fetch the map.

Pan Zheng pulled Yan Yu aside and whispered, "Speaking of accounting, when will you return my military armor? I can't reconcile the accounts. If my father sends someone to investigate, it will be fatal."

Yan Yu said sternly, "Brother Pan, rest assured. I will never default on my debt. I came here on a mission, so I dare not bring too many people with me. When I return, I will have someone send them to you right away."

Yan Huaiwen: To create a moral model, please die bravely!

Shi Kezhen: Want to eat me up? No~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mr. Ye who is far away in Beijing: Waiting to receive the inheritance from his connections, it’s quite urgent!