Red Mansion: Picking up a Lin Daiyu

Chapter 69 Opening (Please read! It’s Monday!)

"Cat? How can a cat be seen as an assassin?"

King Kang hesitated for a moment and asked angrily, "Who was the first to shout in the palace?"

The guards were stunned by the question from Prince Kang. "Everyone in the palace and some of the patrolling guards are here. There are too many people here. I don't know who they are..."

There was a hint of sinisterness in King Kang's eyes, and he said coldly: "Everyone, be executed, immediately!"

The guard hesitated and said, "This..."

"Why, are you going to disobey my orders?"

The guard said hurriedly: "No, no, I obey your command."

With a bow, the guards hurried out, fearing that King Kang would vent his anger on him and kill him first.

Looking at King Kang with a little red in his eyes, Hu Ji said with a smile: "Only a hero as decisive as Your Highness is worthy of the throne."

"Okay, no need to say such hypocritical words, call them here as well."

Hu Ji felt that she had made a fool of herself. She drank the wine in her hand, wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and replied, "Okay, my respected highness, I will go right away."

Soon, many elites from Prince Kang's mansion gathered in the room.

In addition to Wang Changshi, Du Ke and other advisers, there was also Sun Qi, the commander of the royal guards, and several burly men.

These burly men were not dressed like the other Han people. Instead, they were wearing leather clothes with half of their shoulders exposed. Their muscular bodies were as thick as a tiger's head. They looked like extraordinary warriors.

Sun Qi, a veteran who had fought in the battlefield for many years, was filled with fear when he saw these people.

Prince Kang glanced at the scene and asked, "Where is Tang Xiao?"

Wang Changshi immediately bowed and replied, "Lord Tang has been ill for several days and has not recovered. I just sent someone to see him and found him lying in bed, unconscious."

King Kang curled his lips and said, "Forget it, just ignore him. Wuliangha A'tai, you just saw Yue Ling performing swordsmanship in the hall. How does his martial arts compare to yours? Can you stop him?"

King Kang, who had truly seen Yue Ling's power, no longer held out hope that anyone could defeat him head-on. As long as someone could hold him back, he would line up his troops and shoot arrows at Yue Ling, shooting a hundred holes in his body.

Wuliangha Atai frowned and snorted, "How can I lose with just sword skills? The real strength of martial arts can only be tested on horseback!"

The commander of the imperial guards, Sun Qi, reminded him, "Yue Ling is not only strong in tactics, his spear skills and understanding of military formations are both top-notch. I once met him once, but I couldn't see through his depth."

Wuliangha Atai looked at Sun Qi with a sidelong glance. He looked down on the skinny Han man and raised his head proudly and said, "Have you ever seen my full strength?"

Sun Qi said truthfully: "I have never seen it."

"Since you have never met me, why do you think I can't defeat Yue Ling? I am the most courageous warrior in the Northern Barbarians. My Wulingha tribe is also the most brave and warlike tribe in the Northern Barbarians. If the Khan sends us to the capital, can it still make King Kang's plan fail?"

King Kang interrupted, "Okay, no need to argue anymore. Now that things have gotten this far, there is no time to hesitate. We must cut the Gordian knot quickly to have a chance of victory."

"Go to the backyard to get weapons and equipment, and go with me to Xuanwu Gate first. Wang Changshi, Du Zhubu, you go to the city gate to deliver a letter and follow the Beijing camp into the city!"

Everyone in the room bowed their heads and said, "Yes, sir."

……

Rongguo Mansion, Rongqing Hall,
Even at night, Grandmother Jia did not go into her room to rest, but sat high on the armchair, leaning on a cane in one hand and breathing deeply.

The mandarin duck behind him advised: "Old Ancestor, you have been working too hard these days, why don't you rest early today?"

Grandmother Jia said, "Tonight is the night that will decide the fate of the Jia family. How can you sleep? You are still young and don't understand what is happening outside. Go downstairs and have a rest." Yuanyang was reluctant to leave and looked back at Grandmother Jia frequently.

Grandmother Jia added, "Don't worry, I'm not too old to be unable to move. Besides, my two sons will be here soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jia She and Jia Zheng hurried over and walked straight into the hall.

Yuanyang bowed to the two of them, then led the little maids out of the hall and closed the door tightly.

Jia She was a little excited, and said with trembling hands: "The news just came that the Prince of Qin fled from the Prince Kang's mansion in a panic. Next, the Beijing troops will enter the city!"

Jia's mother was also aroused by Jia She's hurried tone. She took a few deep breaths and said, "It's finally started. We've waited for this day for too long."

If King Kang succeeds in ascending the throne, there is no doubt that the Jia family will have recreated their legacy of following the dragon and continued their prosperity and wealth for several more generations.

Although none of the brothers in the mansion are qualified to make a living outside, if we can get a chance to breathe this time, we can hope that the mansion will expand and there will always be more capable brothers born, and the family will not be in decline.

"If it succeeds, the East Palace will get a bigger credit, but your father will finally be back. It will also be a great thing for my family."

"And that Yue Ling..."

Grandmother Jia breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Just stay in this room with me and wait for me. Just treat it as staying up all night to celebrate the New Year."

Jia She and Jia Zheng nodded repeatedly and sat on a chair beside them.

What Grandmother Jia said was not the slightest bit of exaggeration. If this were to happen, the Jia family would truly be celebrating the New Year.

……

Qin Palace,
The King of Qin's spirit has recovered a little, which is actually due to the good effect of the subsequent detoxification soup. Because there are too many rare medicinal materials stored in the mansion on weekdays, only the most essential part of the thousand-year-old ginseng is used as medicine, and the rest is discarded.

Only the Qin Palace has such financial resources. I am afraid that no one in the palace can compare with it.

With Yue Ling's support, the King of Qin was able to move a few steps.

Looking at the Qin Wangfei, the Qin Wang instructed: "Go down first. It will be dangerous tonight. Go and hide."

With tears in her eyes, the Princess of Qin threw herself into the arms of the King of Qin and choked up for a while.

The King of Qin stroked the Princess's head with great effort, forcing a slight smile on his face, "Go ahead, don't get entangled here, and make fun of these youngsters."

Princess Qin tilted her head to look at Yue Ling, and felt a little embarrassed when she thought about her makeup which might have been smudged by her tears.

"Okay, Your Highness, please take care of your health. General Yue, I'm counting on you."

Yue Ling nodded in response, "Don't worry, Princess. This is my job."

Princess Qin Yingying bowed to Yue Ling before being helped out of the door by the palace maids.

After the Qin Wangfei left, the Qin Wang let out a sigh and said, "Well, we can't delay any longer. Let's go to the lobby first."

As they walked, the King of Qin asked Yue Ling, who was supporting him, "How did you know there was something wrong with the Prince Kang's mansion?"

"Your Highness didn't notice that the Hu woman could understand what we were saying. And that copper pot, like the famous mandarin duck revolving pot, can pour out different kinds of wine from the pot. The mechanism is at the bottom of the pot, so the Hu woman had to cover it up when pouring the wine."

"Of course, it is normal for Your Highness to not know any tricks. The knowledge among craftsmen is too profound, deeper than martial arts. Craftsmen should not be classified as inferior..."

(End of this chapter)