I really became a king.

Chapter 408: The Emperor of Dali's Killing Order

After listening to Chu Huaizi's explanation, Jiang Yi finally solved the mystery in his heart.

Ever since he traveled through time, the current emperor Jiang Zhenyi has been a contradiction.

On the one hand, he watched helplessly as the Queen ordered the establishment of a dragon gate test, putting the entire lineage of Prince Duan in danger of being killed and pushed to the brink of extermination.

Then Jiang Yi turned the tide, and Emperor Jiang Zhenyi's attitude changed 180 degrees. He supported Jiang Yi with all his might, and Jiang Yi thus took control of the Sun and Moon Platform step by step.

But after that, he had been intentionally or unintentionally condoning the Queen's faction in their efforts to suppress him and seize power, and would support him again at critical moments.

Now Jiang Yi understood that the other party's heart was full of contradictions.

Although he has successfully completed the "replacing the dead with the peach", he is the only one who knows about it. In the eyes of other insiders, Prince Duan is the bloodline of the previous Fourteenth Master.

If he really ascends to the throne in the future, he will be fulfilling the promise of "returning power to the Fourteenth Master's lineage."

The contemporary emperor Jiang Zhenyi can only suffer in silence, unable to express his pain.

So his thoughts kept wavering. He was secretly happy about his plan of replacing Li with Tao, but also full of depression, because this secret could not be shared at all and would never be made public.

However, he still took into account the blood relationship, which allowed Jiang Yi to reach where he is today.

But now, the Dali Emperor Jiang Zhenyi has learned the truth from somewhere, and his heart is probably filled with murderous intent.

Jiang Yi knew that if he lost the battle for the Lord of Western Frontier this time, he would not have any chance of turning the tables, and he might even lose his life.

That's why he said that there was no way out and he had to win the battle for power in Western Xinjiang, otherwise he would really die.

"Why did the ancestor tell me this?" After a moment of silence, Jiang Yi asked.

A trace of confusion flashed across Huaihua Patriarch's eyes, and he shook his head and said, "I don't know... maybe he feels that Prince Duan is suffering too much..."

Jiang Yi remained silent, his heart filled with complicated feelings towards the "father" he had never met: gratitude and a hint of guilt. Just as Chu Huaizi said, his "father" had indeed suffered too much.

He gave everything of the Prince Duan's bloodline to his "fake" bloodline, and was even willing to abandon his own cultivation and ruin his own future just to give Jiang Yi a chance of survival.

"Why did my father do this?" Jiang Yi murmured in a low voice as he looked into the distance at the northern border.

Chu Huaizi shook his head again and sighed, "Since ancient times, the most difficult thing to understand is the human heart... I'm afraid Prince Duan himself didn't expect that the prince would really rise like a comet one day."

Jiang Yi did not speak, his heart was full of confusion about the father who was bedridden in the northern border and dying. He always felt that there was something hidden in this that he did not know, and no one could give the answer to this mystery except the "father" who was bedridden in the northern border.

Shaking his head, Jiang Yi forced himself to suppress all the emotions in his heart, looked at Chu Huaizi, and said, "Are you here to stop me, old ancestor?"

Unexpectedly, Chu Huaizi shook his head and said, "Your Highness, this is too serious. I am just a servant of the royal family and I dare not interfere in the affairs of the royal family. I am just tired of staying in the Forbidden Palace. I am also old, so I want to use this last period of time to travel around and have a look."

Jiang Yi did not comment, sensing that the other party was not telling the truth, but he did not intend to ask further. Instead, he said, "Regarding what the ancestor said, I will personally go to my father to verify it in the future. If there is still time..."

"But now, I will not change my plan. I will fight for what I have to fight for!"

Chu Huaizi sighed and said, "Your Highness, have you really thought it through? You know, once you take this step, there will be no turning back..."

Jiang Yi smiled, as if answering, but also as if talking to himself: "Grandmaster, do you think I still have a way out?"

Chu Huaizi didn't say anything, because he knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless. He only hoped that what he said today could plant a seed of kindness in the heart of Prince Yi, and leave a glimmer of hope for the current emperor's lineage in the future struggle for the throne.

Yes, he had already sensed that the Prince Yi in front of him had the intention of competing for the throne, and it was also related to the grudges of the previous two generations. Once he won, he would most likely carry out a bloody purge of the current emperor's lineage.

He really didn't want to see this result. The battle among the nine princes for the throne had already caused great damage to the royal family of Dali, and most of their bloodline had been wiped out. If they went through another bloody massacre and purge, the royal family of Dali would be even more depleted.

At this time, in a dark room filled with a rotten smell in Northern Xinjiang, a man with a withered face was lying on the bed, breathing weakly, and it seemed that he had reached the end of his life.

Not far from the bed, Mu Xiruo sat on a round stool, lost in thought, as if waiting for something.

Not long after, the eyelids of the man lying on the bed moved, and Mu Xiruo also looked over.

"you're awake?"

The man raised his eyelids with great effort, glanced at Mu Xiruo, and said weakly: "You have suffered a lot these years with the nominal husband and wife status. If you want, you can announce our true relationship to the public at any time."

Mu Xiruo shook her head and said, "What's the point of announcing it or not? We both got what we wanted from this deal... but in the end, it's all in vain. Your time is coming to an end, and I... ended up returning to Northern Frontier."

"If you... you really don't want to bear the burden of the Northern Frontier, you can consider handing it over to the Dali royal family..." Before the man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Xiruo, who only heard:
"Do you think it's possible? If I really hand over the Northern Frontier to the one in the Dali Imperial Capital, will he still be able to tolerate me?"

The man took a breath and rested for a while before speaking: "Or you can hand it over to my son. With his ability, it won't be a problem for him to rule the northern border."

Mu Xiruo glanced at the man and felt a little guilty. Although they were only husband and wife in name only and each got what they wanted, what happened between her and Prince Yi was ultimately against etiquette.

Mu Xiruo stood up, looked at the man on the bed, and asked, "I came here today to ask if you have any unfulfilled wishes. Tell me and I will help you fulfill them."

The man smiled and shook his head.

Mu Xiruo looked at him steadily and spoke again: "You are no longer the King of Northern Frontier. It is difficult to achieve anything with the little power you have. If you have anything to say, please tell me. For the sake of our marriage, I will try my best to help you accomplish it."

The man shook his head and gently closed his eyes.

Mu Xiruo did not say anything else. She turned around and walked out, saying, "Then I won't bother you anymore. He has been waiting for you outside for a long time, and he looks anxious. I think he has something important to report."

When he reached the door, he turned back and asked, "You really don't need me to help?"

Seeing that the man didn't respond, Mu Xiruo sighed and walked out.

"Your master is awake, you can go in. Remember, if you have something to say, just talk about the important things. Your master's wakefulness time is getting shorter and shorter..."

Outside the door, a figure shrouded in a black robe bowed slightly to Mu Xiruo, then walked into the dim room.

"You're back... How's it going? Are you done?" Prince Duan Jiang Lie, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes again with great effort.

The man shrouded in a black robe knelt down upon hearing this and replied in a guilt-ridden tone: "Your Highness, I failed and let that man escape..." After saying that, he fell to the ground with his entire upper body.

Jiang Lie's eyes suddenly became much emptier, and he muttered to himself: "This is not your fault, but my fault for being too soft-hearted and not killing him to silence him." Then he asked: "Where did he go? Was it the capital of Dali?"

The black-robed figure nodded and said, "There are strong men from the Forbidden Palace who will meet us halfway. I think they have already made contact."

Prince Duan Jiang Lie had a bitter look on his face, and murmured in a low voice: "Then my father must have known about it, and he must hate me to the core..."

"The mission is cancelled. You can go too. Go to Western Xinjiang. Your young master is in need of someone. Take my token and go serve your young master..."

The black-robed figure wanted to say something else, but Jiang Lie did not give him a chance to speak. He continued weakly, "I have fulfilled my promise to your master. I can go to the underworld to meet him."

"go Go……"

After saying these four words, Prince Duan Jiang Lie fell silent and fell into a deep sleep again.

The black-robed figure was stunned for a moment, sighed, kowtowed a few times to the bed, then stood up and walked out.

Not far from the door, Mu Xiruo was sitting in a porch, smiling as she watched a little girl playing alone on the corridor leading to the lotus pond.

The little girl looked about four or five years old, and was giggling and chasing a butterfly.

The black-robed figure walked to the front of the porch, bowed and said, "The black-robed figure comes to take his leave."

"Why, the prince asked you to go to Western Xinjiang?" Mu Xiruo withdrew her gaze from the child and turned to ask.

"Yes." The man in black robe said respectfully.

"Does Your Majesty have any unfulfilled wishes?"

The black robe remained silent. Mu Xiruo shook her head and sighed, "Forget it. Since you all don't want to talk about it, just pretend I didn't ask. Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will find someone to take good care of you. You can go to Western Xinjiang without any worries."

The man in black robe bowed again and was about to leave.

Before Prince Duan asked him to go to Western Xinjiang, he had been calm and had never thought about it. But after Prince Duan asked him to go, he rushed to Western Xinjiang impatiently.

After all, his master's only bloodline is there, and if he guessed correctly, it must be surrounded by enemies and is extremely dangerous, so he must rush to the Western Frontier as soon as possible.

Mu Xiruo waved at the little girl and said softly, "Youning..."

The little girl came running over, jumping and skipping, and the man in black robe shrank back. Although it was just the simplest jumping and skipping, it inadvertently revealed a delicate footwork.

He secretly sighed in his heart that the adopted daughter of "Princess Duan" must have an extremely high talent for martial arts, otherwise it would be impossible for her to open her martial arts meridians and practice such strange steps at such a young age.

"Mom..." The little girl ran over and snuggled into Mu Xiruo's arms.

"Didn't you prepare a gift for your father? Take it out and ask your uncle in black robe to bring it to your father."

Hearing this, Hei Pao was stunned. The princess's adopted daughter has a father? When did this happen?
He knew about the relationship between this "Princess Duan" and Prince Duan. They were the kind of fake couple who were husband and wife in name but lived their own lives without interfering with each other in private. But it was a bit shocking that the adopted daughter of the other party suddenly had a father.

"Really? Uncle in black robe is going to see my dad?" Jiang Youning, who was only four or five years old, was overjoyed. He carefully took out a wrinkled purse from his arms and handed it to Uncle in black robe.

"Uncle in black robe, when you see Daddy, remember to tell him that Mommy misses Daddy so much that she cried at night..."

The man in black robe was completely dumbfounded. From what he knew, this "Princess Duan" didn't seem to like men...

"You're the only one who talks too much." Mu Xiruo angrily glared at her daughter before turning to the man in black robe and saying, "Tell him that my mother and I have been waiting for him for four or five years..."

The man in black robe still hadn't recovered. He? Who was he? But Mu Xiruo's next words instantly made him understand everything. He just listened to the "Princess Duan" in front of him who had completely taken control of the Northern Frontier with an iron fist in a few years:

"By the way, tell him that if he can't stay in the Western Frontier, he can come here to be the lord of the Northern Frontier. Don't force yourself."

Even after he walked out of the door, the man in black robe was still a little dazed. He smiled bitterly in his heart and said: It seems that the rumors outside are true. My young master is really affectionate, but it is a little too shocking. If it is really made public, I am afraid that many people will criticize him.

However, the man in black robe did not take it too seriously. As long as he could reach the pinnacle of power, these were all trivial matters!
Almost at the same time, in the Forbidden Palace of the Dali Imperial Capital, Dingyuan.

The Dali Emperor Jiang Zhenyi was no longer as calm and composed as before, nor did he have the majesty he once had. Instead, he looked like a brutal and bloodthirsty beast with a ferocious face.

The entire Dingyuan became extremely depressed as a result. Even the Queen Ye Xinmei, who used to be superior to him, had to be very cautious during this period, as if she was walking on shaved ice, for fear of accidentally angering the Lord of Dali, whose temperament had suddenly changed.

Not only her, but all the dignitaries in the imperial capital of Dali felt it, but they didn't know why. Of course, no one had the courage to explore the cause.

"Haha, I really raised a good son!"

Although he was laughing, Jiang Zhenyi's face was full of ferocity.

"Is this the cycle of cause and effect? ​​I spent so much effort to complete the task of replacing the dead with a peach, but that rebellious son turned the tables and gave me a peach replacing the dead with a peach!"

"Why do you think he did this? Why did he do this? What good will this do for him?!"

In a rage, Jiang Zhenyi looked at a figure, but that figure didn't dare to say anything and just lay deeply on the ground.

"Who else knows about this?" Jiang Zhenyi suddenly asked.

The figure on the ground was still lying on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "My Lord, I found this letter from my mother's belongings. It was not damaged at all when it was opened, so no one must have read it before."

The man on the ground was full of confusion. He no longer had the intention to seek credit and advancement. He just wanted to leave the Dali Forbidden Palace as soon as possible.

Since the time he delivered the message, he has been imprisoned in Dingyuan, especially having to face an extremely angry ruler of a country, which has made him lose the desire to climb up the social ladder.

"Have you told anyone else?" Jiang Zhenyi asked again.

"No...no."

"Very good!" Jiang Zhenyi laughed, then flicked his sleeves, and a stream of light directly pierced the man's head.

Then Jiang Zhenyi turned his back and said, "Pass the order down. This time, kill Prince Yi Jiang Yi at all costs! After the success, the Ye family of Bailing will be the master of Western Xinjiang!"

"Yes!" A ghostly figure responded and disappeared into the dark corner.

(End of this chapter)