My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 379 Father: You must take control of the Imperial City Guard.

The extremely bizarre scene before them plunged the entire room into an eerie atmosphere.

"This...this...??"

There was a slight tremor in the old man's voice.

"Shh!"

His body appeared in front of Zeng Anmin in an instant, looking at the potted plant that Zeng Anmin was pointing to.

Then he reached out and carefully cradled the potted plant in his palm.

He stared intently at the already decaying flower.

After a long while, he kept muttering to himself:

"Divine power..."

Flying, fighting, slaying demons, and eliminating evil were not anything new to Zeng Shilin, who was already a second-rank Confucian cultivator.

But time...

Time, oh time...

"Gudong~"

Zeng Anmin even heard the sound of his father swallowing saliva.

?

Before he could speak, Zeng Shilin looked up hesitantly, his eyes flickering as he looked at Zeng Anmin:
"There's something... that I'd like to discuss with you."

Zeng Anmin quickly came up to help his father:

"You're my father, what are you doing? Just say what you need to say!"

"Cough cough."

Zeng Shilin coughed, then looked intently at Zeng Anmin, reached out and gently patted Zeng Anmin's hand.

"Your father has treated you well all these years."

"Uh……"

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Zeng Anmin felt a chill run down his spine.

"Why don't you try to make your father look... a little younger?"

Zeng Shilin's face was full of anticipation.

"That won't work!"

Zeng Anmin quickly waved his hand and pointed to the flowers in the pot:
"As you can see, a single ordinary little flower completely depleted the martial arts energy within me."

"You just said you locked Ji Qing, a third-rank martial artist, in your 'domain' before killing him!"

The old man stared, his eyes wide with anger.

"That's because I was lucky. No one has been able to extract the true meaning of the Ancestral Dragon Diagram over the years. The power accumulated in the diagram just happened to erupt at that time, which is why I was able to trap the third-rank martial artist."

"If that weren't the case, what you would see is my corpse."

Zeng Anmin shrugged.

……

Dad remained silent for a long time.

Time has settled things a bit.

His deep voice echoed in the dimly lit room:
"Your safety in this matter is due to divine assistance."

"That's because it was me. If it were someone else, they would already be lying in a coffin today."

Zeng Anmin pouted at his father:

"But don't think too much about it. Ji Qing's death should be considered a good thing for me."

"Ah."

My father did not object to this.

He knew Zeng Anmin's current position in the Imperial City Guard.

On the surface, he is the head of the Nantidu Academy.

The capital city south of the imperial city is a place of boundless beauty.

In terms of practical matters, Zeng Anmin currently holds the power of both the Northern and Southern Supervisory Offices of the Imperial City Guard.

Although the Northern Capital Academy is nominally Bai Ziqing's.

But in reality, Bai Ziqing also listened to Zeng Anmin.

This is essentially what political parties are all about.

Although Zeng Anmin's power had not yet reached the imperial court.

Within the Imperial City Guard, he already held sway over two major departments, making him the undisputed number one figure in the Imperial City Guard.

However, this information has not yet reached the officialdom.

However, as time goes by, someone will eventually discover this information.

"Xing Siya, the Eastern Commander of the Imperial City Guard, and Shangguan Yue, the Western Commander, are both His Majesty's confidants. If you can get them to submit to you, you can completely control the internal affairs of the Imperial City Guard."

Zeng Shilin's gaze fell on Zeng Anmin, his expression showing a hint of solemnity:
"Since you've already started fighting, then don't be timid and shrink back. Fight openly and honestly, and seize all the power you can get your hands on."

“So you mean…” Zeng Anmin looked up hesitantly.

He didn't reject his father's words.

Ji Qing, the Director of the Imperial City Guard, is dead.

Someone must be appointed to the new position of magistrate.

"We strongly recommend Bai Ziqing for the new position of Director."

The old man's gaze fell indifferently on Zeng Anbian:

"But there is one hard condition."

"Bai Ziqing needs to be promoted to the third rank of martial artist, otherwise His Majesty will definitely not agree."

……

Zeng Anmin spread his hands and looked at Zeng Shilin, saying, "If Bai Ziqing wants to advance to the third-rank martial artist, with his talent, I estimate it will take another ten years."

"Then it's either Si Zhongxiao or Xiang Donglai."

"You're talking nonsense. Xiang Donglai just lost his son and is currently disillusioned with the court. Si Zhongxiao is a eunuch, and eunuchs cannot interfere in politics..."

“So…” the old man looked intently at Zeng Anmin:
"Don't you have any thoughts on this?"

Zeng An didn't point to himself: "Me?"

"Correct."

"How...should we plan this?"

Zeng Anmin looked at Zeng Shilin thoughtfully.

"No need for a plan."

A cold smile crept across the old man's lips.

"No plan??"

Zeng Anmin's expression faltered slightly.

"Tomorrow, when you arrive at the main hall, you shall do this and that..."

"As for other things, we'll talk about that later."

"Understood. By the way, Father, I want to thoroughly investigate Ji Qing's household. Do you have any good methods?"

"Let's raid his house."

How do you copy it?

"You don't need to worry about that. I'll go out for a bit, make preparations, and take your people from the Southern Capital Academy to the Ji residence tomorrow."

"Good dad!"

"Fuck off!"

…………

The next day.

The Golden Throne Hall.

An elderly figure, dragging his weary body, knelt in the imperial court, dressed in mourning clothes.

"Your subject Xiang Donglai hereby accuses Ji Qing, the Director of the Imperial City Guard, of disobeying the law, abandoning his post, and killing an official appointed by the court!"

Xiang Donglai, a third-rank military officer of the Great Sage Dynasty, slammed his head on the ground with a loud thud, drawing the attention of all the officials.

……

With this loud shout.

The entire court was thrown into chaos.

Ji Qingna's shattered corpse was placed on the floor of the court, wrapped in a tattered straw mat.

See this scene.

Emperor Jianhong's expressionless face revealed a hint of gloom.

"Ji Qing, how could he have died in the capital?!"

He did not immediately respond to Xiang Donglai's lawsuit.

And that's what they asked first.

Xiang Donglai was lifeless, his eyes filled with despair, and tears streamed down his face.

"Your Majesty, Ji Qing was found out by my son for child trafficking. In order to cover up the facts, he killed him to silence him."

His voice was extremely loud.

Everyone in the imperial court heard it clearly.

That mournful sound sent chills down everyone's spine.

Zeng Shilin stood beside Li Zhen, the head of all officials.

Since he killed Xiang Liu and was subsequently accepted as the eighth disciple by the Confucian sage, he now holds a top position among the officials in the court as the Duke of Wenqing.

Zeng Shilin looked up expressionlessly at Xiang Dong, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Is there any evidence?"

After a moment of silence, Emperor Jianhong asked.

(End of this chapter)