Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 73: How can I be at peace in the world if Emperor Tianwu is not dead?
"The Astronomical Observatory is doing business. Everyone, get out of my way!"

This majestic voice, which was also due to the weight of the three words "Xuntianjian" in Beijing, made the passers-by who were originally curious and gathered around change their faces and quickly make way.

As soon as Zhao Guanxiang came up, Generals Gao Pu and Zhang Pu reacted and hurried over to maintain order.

He walked towards the man and the horse.

The horse was still alive, its chest heaving and white foam coming out of its mouth. Zhao Guanxiang reached out and touched its body, feeling a handful of blood and sweat.

Apparently, the horse was exhausted from running for days and was about to die of exhaustion.

Zhao Guanxiang walked towards the cavalryman, and after seeing how badly the other party's injuries were, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The cavalryman was also dying. There were many cracks on his armor and some wounds were so deep that the bones could be seen. His cracked lips were completely bloodless and it was obvious that his blood was almost drained out.

I was able to rush from Jingzhou to Kyoto City simply by holding on with one breath.

I’m afraid I can’t hold on any longer.

He saw Zhao Guanxiang, his eyes lingered on his official uniform for a while, his lips moved, and his trembling hands reached into his arms, as if he wanted to take something.

Zhao Guanxiang squatted down beside him and helped him take out the things in his arms.

When Zhao Guanxiang saw clearly what the cavalryman was holding in his arms, his pupils suddenly shrank.

That was... a letter written in blood.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, the cavalryman seemed to have a last burst of energy. He reached out and grabbed Zhao Guanxiang's hand, trying to raise his head.

Zhao Guanxiang leaned over and put his ear close to the other person until he heard his lips tremble and said in a barely audible voice, "Send it to the palace for me...send it to His Majesty."

"One hundred and eighty thousand people in Jingzhou..."

"Dead, all dead..."

Zhao Guanxiang hummed and said, "I'll take care of the rest."

When a promise is made.

The trembling hands gradually lost their strength and fell down helplessly.

Zhao Guanxiang folded the blood letter, stood up, and looked sideways in the direction of the imperial palace.

Gao Pujiang, who was originally maintaining order, turned his head and noticed Zhao Guanxiang's expression. He immediately said in surprise: "Cub Tiger, this is not right. Don't be impulsive."

Zhang Pujiang also tried to dissuade him, saying in a very quick tone: "This man's attire doesn't show that he is a postman responsible for delivering messages. His warrant is not from the Jingzhou governor's mansion. His identity is questionable and the message may not be true. We should go back to the prison and report to the general first!"

He was not the postman responsible for delivering urgent messages over 800 miles. Moreover, he did not go to the imperial palace when entering the city. Instead, he shouted along the way, as if he wanted to let the whole city of Kyoto know...

Both servants were able to sense something was amiss.

What's more...if such a big thing really happened in Jingzhou, there must be too many implications behind it.

When something like this happens, it’s not a credit at all, but endless trouble!

But Zhao Guanxiang knew in his heart that what happened in Jingzhou was true.

It's true...that's enough.

"Please collect the body of this brother. I will be back soon."

After saying this, Zhao Guanxiang raised the official sword at his waist and strode towards the palace.

……

West City Market, rooftop terrace of Treasure Pavilion.

Zhao Qi'an and An Shoudao sat opposite each other, with a low table between them and a chessboard on top.

An Shoudao held a white piece and looked at the chessboard for a long time before slowly placing the piece in his hand on the board.

"Snapped."

Zhao Qi'an's mind was not on the chess game. After taking a quick glance, he placed a piece at random.

An Shoudao twisted his beard, looked down at the chessboard, and said with a smile: "Boss Zhao did make a good move, but there is one thing I don't understand..."

"Dean, please speak."

"Since the boss has such a plan, why did they endure it for ten years?" An Shoudao slowly raised his head, looked at Zhao Qi'an with deep eyes, and asked meaningfully, "What is the boss waiting for?" Zhao Qi'an thought carefully and answered, "A lot."

He looked at the chessboard, scanning the black pieces one by one. "I am waiting for you, Dean, to get rid of the influence of the 'Tao' that was snatched away by the National Master, waiting for the day when you can prove yourself as the 'Literary Sage', waiting for the students of the White Deer Academy to embark on official careers, and seeing if the new Confucian scholar can clear away the chronic illness of the court..."

"I am waiting for Wushuang to return, to see if this peerless evildoer, unrivaled in the world, has really become the best in the world..."

"I am waiting for my Mirror-Breaking Divine Power to see if there is anyone in this world who can kill me..."

"I am waiting for the Zhao Haiwei to unify the twelve kingdoms of the East China Sea. If this crumbling Daqian Dynasty is truly beyond salvation, I can retreat to the East China Sea and become the king of the East China Sea again!"

"the most important is……"

At this point, there was silence.

Zhao Qi'an stood up and turned his head to look to the east. His usually calm eyes suddenly became sharp at this moment.

As far as the eye can see is the towering imperial city.

"If Emperor Tianwu doesn't die, how can I be at ease in the world?"

An Shoudao was originally twirling his beard with a smile, but when he heard the last sentence, he paused and actually pulled out a small tuft of his beard.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Zhao Qi'an, and asked, "If that's the case, why should the boss be so anxious? Why should we keep Princess Yuzhen to test the one sitting on the throne?"

Zhao Qi'an withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "I just want to see, is the person sitting on this dragon throne the Holy Emperor with unparalleled martial arts skills? Or is he the pig dragon who is greedy for pleasure and levies heavy taxes?"

"The boss clearly already has an answer in mind..."

An Shoudao hadn't uttered the last word yet.

Suddenly, someone hurried out from the inner room and rushed to the terrace. It was a staff member under Zhao Qi'an.

The aide hurried over, bowed to Zhao Qi'an and An Shoudao, and said in a hurried tone: "My Lord, Dean, the news from Jingzhou has been transmitted to the capital, and the messenger died violently on the street. Zhao Guanxiang, the captain of the Astronomical Observatory, brought a blood letter into the imperial city and beat the drum to let the emperor know..."

The two people present already knew this news.

Zhao Qi'an looked at An Shoudao and said, "Now that things have come to this, I have to give an explanation to His Majesty."

"I think you want His Majesty to give an explanation."

An Shoudao smiled bitterly and stood up: "I know that it is not easy to get benefits from the Zhao family. I just spent a few days in peace and quiet, and the boss gave me a big problem."

Zhao Qi'an also smiled, picked up the wine pot on the table, poured a glass of wine, and handed it over: "Wait for good news from the dean."

An Shoudao took the glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, then threw the glass on the table and turned to walk downstairs.

"Then I'll trouble you to warm up the wine. I'm only going to the palace to see the emperor. When I come back, I'll finish this game with Mr. Zhao."

……

The majestic imperial palace, outside the Meridian Gate.

Zhao Guanxiang held a knife in one hand and a drumstick in the other.

Opposite him were hundreds of imperial guards who surrounded him, all with swords drawn and weapons in hand, ready for battle.

But no one dared to approach him.

Zhao Guanxiang's ferocious eyes swept over the guards in front of him one by one, completely lacking any of his usual carefree demeanor.

He raised the drumstick and smashed it hard on the Dengwen drum standing outside the imperial city.

"Boom!"

"Jingzhou was hit by a natural disaster. The ground was full of starving people and people were eating each other..."

"Boom!"

"The bureaucrats protect each other, deceive their superiors and conceal the truth from their subordinates, and fail to report what they know..."

"Boom!"

"Officials in Jingzhou colluded with the Salvation Church, kidnapped refugees, and made elixirs out of them. The bloodbath in Jingzhou has made the heavens weep..."

"Boom!"

"Please, Your Majesty, seek justice!!!"

With a dull thud, the drumstick actually broke through the drumhead and smashed into it!
(End of this chapter)