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

Chapter 403 Zeng Anmin: Dad, how about we rebel?
Deep in my memory, images emerge one after another.

Back when I first traveled through time.

The map of the dragon was lost on Fengqi Road, just as Emperor Jianhong was touring the south of the Yangtze River.

Zeng Shilin was imprisoned in the Xuanjing Division for dereliction of duty due to inadequate supervision...

Having just acquired the golden finger, Zeng Anmin deciphered the mystery and went to pay homage to Emperor Jianhong...

"This humble subject, Zeng Anmin, greets Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty!"

Zeng Anmin still remembers the first words he said when he first met Emperor Jianhong.

He only glanced at Emperor Jianhong briefly before lowering his head.

However, Emperor Jianhong had a broken chess set on his table at the time.

Later, during his several meetings with Emperor Jianhong, he was almost always playing chess.

You can either play against someone else, or play against yourself...

Could this be a coincidence?

Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes slightly.

It's understandable for an emperor to have hobbies and interests.

After all, there were even more absurd emperors in the previous life, including one who liked woodworking.

He stroked his chin, deep in thought.

But then I heard a loud, wailing cry from the side.

"Stop hitting Mother! I want to watch the game, I want to read the game record!"

Tiger sat on a chair to the side, holding his head in his hands, his eyes filled with longing for Go.

"Sit down!"

Zeng Rongyu frowned slightly and looked at Hu Zi in a deep voice:

"How did your mother teach you? Sit like a bell, stand like a pine, walk like the wind, and breathe like ice. These twelve words are the true words of Taoism and will help you on the path of cultivation."

"Mmm!!" Tiger sat up straight, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

"As expected, it still takes a mother's intervention to suppress the bloodline."

Zeng Anmin couldn't help but chuckle at Hu Zi's serious expression.

He knew perfectly well that in this vast Duke's mansion, Tiger was nothing short of a tyrant.

Lady Lin never had the heart to hit or scold Hu Zi.

This led to Tiger's somewhat eccentric personality.

"Alright, then I won't disturb my cousin's parenting."

“Okay.” Zeng Rongyu smiled gently as she faced Zeng Anmin.

……

"The Imperial Study? Isn't that the Hall of Supreme Harmony?"

Zeng Anmin, who was practicing calligraphy, looked up in surprise.

"It is the Imperial Study."

The young eunuch who came to report was extremely respectful.

Since Zeng Anmin shot down the Taoist priest with two arrows in front of Fa'an Temple the day before yesterday, his reputation has soared both in the imperial court and among the people of Dasheng.

"His Majesty summoned me to the Imperial Study..."

Zeng Anmin pondered.

"Lord Wenqing is also here. You and your son should both go."

The little eunuch's shoulders slumped even lower.

Zeng Anmin sensed that something was wrong.

Logically speaking, his act of shooting down the Taoist priest in front of Fa'an Temple the day before yesterday, thus upholding the dignity of the Great Holy Dynasty, should be considered a significant achievement.

The award will be bestowed upon them in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

But judging from this, it seems like they want to have a private meeting with the father and son?

What is Jianhongdi up to?

After a moment of contemplation, Zeng Anmin slowly raised his head and looked at the young eunuch, saying, "Alright, I will now go to the palace to meet the Emperor."

…………

"father?"

Upon entering the palace, Zeng Anmin immediately spotted Zeng Shilin, who was also waiting in the Imperial Study.

After seeing Zeng Anmin, Zeng Shilin gave him a wink.

Zeng Anmin understood and immediately shut up, following Zeng Shilin toward the Imperial Study.

The two arrived at the waiting area.

The young eunuch beside him entered the imperial study.

"Father, what's going on?" Zeng Anmin looked up at Zeng Shilin and asked in a low voice when no one was around.

Zeng Shilin's voice, suppressed by his righteous aura, became a thin line, penetrating Zeng Anmin's ears:

"We've come today to launch a counterattack on Ten Thousand Demon Mountain."

A counterattack on Ten Thousand Demon Mountain?
Upon hearing this, Zeng Anmin's face turned serious.

He knew from the last imperial examination that the Great Sage Dynasty and the Jiang Kingdom to the south were already impatient.

With Xiang Liu dead, the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains are still easy to defend and difficult to attack, but how could the two kingdoms, which have been suppressed by the demon race for so many years, let go of this opportunity when there is no leader?

"But shouldn't this matter be addressed by summoning all the ministers? Why is it being done alone..."

Zeng Anmin frowned and also chose to use telepathy.

Zeng Shilin's eyes gleamed with a sharp light: "We'll talk about it after we meet the Emperor and return to our residence."

…………

Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.

Emperor Jianhong sat in his chair, his face revealing a deep and mysterious expression.

His left hand rested lightly on the armrest of the chair, while his right hand held a chess piece, about to place it, but his expression was somewhat lost in thought.

"Your Majesty, Duke Wenqing and his son have been waiting outside the palace for quite some time."

The young eunuch's voice rang out cautiously.

Emperor Jianhong then came to his senses.

He gave a soft "hmm," withdrew the chess piece from between his fingers, and placed it in the chess box on the table.

A smile appeared on his face: "Announce."

"Yes."

……

"Your humble servant Zeng Anmin."

"Your subject is Zeng Shilin."

"I have met His Majesty."

Zeng Anmin and Zeng Shilin bowed down at the same time.

"Hurry up and get free of charge!"

Emperor Jianhong's smile remained unchanged, and it even grew brighter after he saw the father and son.

He got up from his chair, stood up, and personally took the arms of the two of them.

Zeng Anmin's face showed a look of being flattered and surprised:

"Your Majesty, there's no need for this. I am filled with trepidation..."

"You little rascal." Hearing Zeng Anmin's voice and seeing the expression on his face, Emperor Jianhong couldn't help but laugh and scold:
"The other day in front of Fa'an Temple, an arrow fell on that Taoist priest's image. He wasn't even afraid of death, but he was afraid that I would come to help him?"

Zeng Anmin bowed even lower: "As a subject of the Great Holy Dynasty, I am of great importance to the emperor and dare not overstep my bounds."

"Hehe." Emperor Jianhong's smile grew wider: "You, sometimes you should learn more from your father."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Zeng Shilin, who had no expression on his face:
"Minister Zeng is more natural; it makes me feel more comfortable."

Zeng Shilin glanced at Zeng Anmin, then bowed to Emperor Jianhong, a smile appearing on his face, and said:

“Everyone is loyal to His Majesty in a different way.”

As he spoke, he slightly bowed and asked:

"I wonder what important matter Your Majesty has summoned me for today?"

Emperor Jianhong chuckled and said:

"Can't I summon you and your son to the Imperial Study for a heart-to-heart talk unless there's something urgent to discuss?"

After saying that, his expression turned slightly stern: "Look at yourself, what do you take me for?"

"Hehe, it is a subject's nature to share the emperor's burdens." Zeng Shilin smiled.

"Sit down, sit down and let's talk." Emperor Jianhong smiled and returned to his chair.

Zeng Anmin and his son Zeng Shilin both sat down.

Zeng Anmin slowly raised his head. He did not look at Emperor Jianhong immediately, but instead focused his gaze on the table next to Emperor Jianhong.

When he saw the unfinished game of chess on Jianhong's table, he casually lowered his head. In that instant, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Emperor Jianhong... still loves playing chess so much..."

While he was deep in thought.

Emperor Jianhong's voice rang out. He calmly picked up a black piece from the chessboard, toyed with it in his hand, and turned his gaze to Zeng Anmin, a smile appearing on his face as he asked:

"There is a question that I am curious about, but Minister Zeng may choose not to answer it."

Zeng Anmin was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Emperor Jianhong and asked, "If Your Majesty wishes to ask, regardless of the matter, I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

"Hehe." Emperor Jianhong chuckled, a hint of anticipation appearing in his eyes:
"That Daoist's pupils were at least a hundred feet tall. I wonder when you learned archery, young minister Zeng? You managed to shoot down both eyes with just two arrows?"

As soon as these words came out.

Zeng Anbian's heart stirred.

Is Emperor Jianhong... starting to suspect me?
That can't be right, can it? I've always kept my martial arts skills very well hidden.

"Your Majesty, when I first became a Confucian scholar, I entered the path through archery, so my accuracy in archery is quite good."

Zeng Anmin remained calm and answered Emperor Jianhong's questions.

"I see." Emperor Jianhong's face showed a look of sudden realization, followed by praise:
"They are truly geniuses of Confucianism and Taoism, and the Zeng family is also a family of Confucian and Taoist masters."

"Your Majesty flatters me," Zeng Anmin said hastily, bowing respectfully.

"Hehe." Emperor Jianhong chuckled again, looking at Zeng Anmin with a calm expression and asking:
"By the way, when you climbed that Heavenly Ladder of the Abyss Daoist, did you make any other discoveries?"

As soon as these words came out.

Zeng Anmin's heart skipped a beat.

Temptation.

Naked temptation.

He had previously passed through the Second Rank Demon Lord of the Spring Examination, and his birth date had been seized by someone.

Furthermore, Ji Qing's sudden attack and the arrival of Daoist Jiyuan at the Duke's mansion suggest that the person behind it all might be Emperor Jianhong.

At the time, it was just speculation and could not be confirmed.

But when Emperor Jianhong asked today, Zeng Anmin's speculation immediately became a fact.

Emperor Jianhong asked himself this question to confirm whether the Daoist Jiyuan had let something slip when he was climbing the Heavenly Ladder.

Without a moment's hesitation, his expression remained unchanged. He first frowned as if in thought, then looked up at Emperor Jianhong respectfully and said:
"I only saw some illusions and some patterns on the ladder to heaven."

"As for anything else... nothing has been found."

"No?" Emperor Jianhong looked at Zeng Anmin with some doubt: "Didn't Daoist Jiyuan say anything to you?"

“No, not at all.” Zeng Anmin shook his head: “Every ten steps when climbing the Heavenly Ladder, there are different illusions and some Daoist sounds that disturb you.”

"After climbing the Heavenly Ladder, I held the Dao Heart of the Daoist of the Abyss in my hand and also controlled his life and death."

"Originally, I thought that it would be a good thing for my Great Holy Dynasty to have a second-rank Daoist elder serving it."

"Who would have thought that the Daoist leader, Faxiang, would arrive, and what happened next... Your Majesty has seen it all. I was so angry that the Daoist sect had insulted the face of our Holy Dynasty that I killed that Daoist Jiyuan."

Zeng Anmin's expression remained unchanged as he said these words.

What he said was the truth.

"Oh~"

Emperor Jianhong looked as if he had just realized something.

The hands under the sleeves relaxed easily.

He murmured, "It seems that Daoist Jiyuan is setting up an array in the sky to attract the Daoist Master's Dharma Image..."

Zeng Anmin nodded in agreement: "That should be the case."

Emperor Jianhong smiled again and waved his hand: "Talented people emerge in every generation. It is the great dynasty's fortune and mine to have such an important minister as Minister Zeng."

"Your Majesty flatters me; I am truly humbled and humbled," Zeng Anmin replied, as always.

"How many times do I have to tell you before you change? You're always so listless and lack any of the vitality a young person should have."

Emperor Jianhong laughed and scolded again, then turned his head to look at Zeng Shilin and asked:

"What are your thoughts on the southern mountains of the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range, Minister Zeng?"

coming.

Both Zeng Shilin and Zeng Anmin wore solemn expressions.

Sure enough, no matter how well you speak, it's just talk. Why would someone randomly pull a minister aside for a heart-to-heart talk?

Zeng Anmin simply stared intently at Zeng Shilin.

Both father and son knew this.

Zeng Aiqing is actually Zeng Shilin.

"Young Minister Zeng" is the proper way to address Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Shilin said solemnly, “The southern mountains of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains are rich in resources and have a small number of scattered demon races. They are the gateway for our human race to the demon race.”

"Similarly, it is also a barrier for the demon race to resist our human race."

"When I went to the imperial examination this spring, I used my spiritual power to deduce the various mountain passes and important roads, and I can say that I have a thorough understanding of them."

"If it comes to military action, I am 70% confident of victory."

"Hmm." Emperor Jianhong pondered after hearing Zeng Shilin's words.

Clearly, this is a big deal.

There is no room for negligence.

"Minister Zeng is now at the second-grade Quasi-Saint level, and Young Minister Zeng is an even greater Confucian and Taoist genius."

"The expedition to Ten Thousand Demon Mountain is indeed the most suitable choice."

Emperor Jianhong's voice was solemn.

"Your Majesty and I, your father and I, will do our utmost to serve you to the death."

Zeng Shilin remained calm and bowed to Emperor Jianhong.

"Father and son?" Emperor Jianhong was taken aback, then chuckled softly, "Minister Zeng has misunderstood!"

Ok?
Zeng Shilin and Zeng Anmin both looked up in surprise.

"For this expedition to Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, I indeed intend to appoint Minister Zeng as commander." Emperor Jianhong smiled as he looked at the father and son, then his gaze fell upon Zeng Anbian:
"But Minister Zeng, I have other arrangements for you."

Is there another place to go?

As soon as he finished speaking, Zeng Anmin felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

The thief still harbors ill intentions towards me!
"Where does Your Majesty wish to send me?"

Zeng Anmin's expression was composed.

"Westward flow, for disaster relief."

…………

The Duke's Mansion.

On their way home from the Imperial Study, the father and son's expressions remained unchanged.

But after the study door was closed...

Both Zeng Shilin and Zeng Anmin's expressions turned gloomy.

"Emperor Jianhong has become suspicious of me."

Zeng Anmin looked at Zeng Shilin, his voice tinged with a sinister tone:
"He was testing me in the Imperial Study just now."

Zeng Shilin nodded with a stern face: "I can tell."

At this moment, Zeng Shilin's fists were clenched tightly. He raised his head, revealing his slightly weathered face:

"It seems that whether it's the imperial examination, Ji Qing, or the old Taoist Ji Yuan... it was indeed all His Majesty... Emperor Jianhong's arrangement."

This was the first time he, a minister who had served as a great subject for over thirty years, had used such a title.

Emperor Jianhong.

Previously, he always addressed people as "Sage" or "Your Majesty".

today……

Zeng Anmin naturally noticed Zeng Shilin's change as well.

He took a deep breath.

His gaze was fixed directly on Emperor Jianhong:

"Moreover, he did not allow my father and I to go with him on this expedition to the southern mountains of the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range."

"Instead, it separated my father and me by thousands of miles, one in the south and one in the west..."

"I have a feeling that he has ill intentions, and it's even possible that if I really go to Xiliu for disaster relief this time, what awaits me is his conspiracy."

The words came out.

Zeng Shilin narrowed his eyes, revealing an extremely sharp glint in them.

"father……"

Zeng Anmin hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and said solemnly:
"How about... we rebel?"

"You be the emperor, I'll be the crown prince. I'm not going to put up with this nonsense in his great holy dynasty anymore."

(End of this chapter)