The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 639 Jedi

Chapter 639 Jedi
The voice sounded very familiar.

Tang Lanzhou had just heard it not long ago; it was the voice of that foreign woman.

He stopped, remained silent for a moment, then slowly straightened up, leaning against the wall. He smoothed his disheveled clothes and tidied his messy hair before turning around slowly.

The woman from another race was standing on the courtyard wall, hands behind her back, smiling as she looked down at them.

Tang Lanzhou asked calmly.

"What did you do to Zhu Gong?"

“Of course, there are other people who will cook it.”

The woman from another race laughed.

"Don't worry, Changshengtian won't kill him before he sees Li Miao."

"However—it's not necessarily the case for others."

She reached out and tapped Tang Lanzhou's chest.

"Lord Tang, why don't you hand over the tiger tally and the imperial seal to show your sincerity? Then I'll take you to see the Great Khan. That way—"

Tang Lanzhou interrupted her without expression.

"Do these lowly barbarians even deserve to touch this divine artifact?"

His condition was extremely poor, but he still leaned against the wall, keeping his back ramrod straight. Although he was standing at a lower position, it was as if he was looking down at the other person.

The woman from another tribe lost her smile.

She loathed Tang Lanzhou's... self-righteous contempt and his feigned composure even though he was already in her hands.

"Tsk!"

She snorted coldly.

Never mind, I shouldn't have said any more.

Tang Lanzhou held a high position of power, and his protégés and former subordinates also held important posts. If he cooperated, the Tatars would overthrow the Da Shuo much more smoothly... but if he refused to cooperate, beheading him would also serve as a deterrent.

Once we obtain the Imperial Seal and the Tiger Tally, most of the drawbacks of the light cavalry invasion can be mitigated; the rest can be dealt with gradually.

"Then die."

She raised her hand to strike.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly changed his move and struck behind him.

"who!"

clang!
The sword's edge clashed with the palm's edge!
In an instant, the foreign woman saw a face that sent chills down her spine.

"Li Miao!?"

"No—no, you should still be here..."

"Oh!"

She looked closely and finally realized.

The one who attacked her with a sword was a woman, whose eyebrows and eyes resembled Li Miao's.

she wondered.

"Zheng Yi...you're not dead?"

"Thanks to your mother, I didn't die, and I'll cut off your mother's head later."

Zheng Yi's words are full of worldly wisdom and social skills.

"We also have to thank you for sending people to Jiangnan to kill us, which allowed us to return in time. And I have good news for you—none of the people you wanted to kill have died."

The woman from another tribe smiled.

"so what?"

She suddenly swung her hand and knocked Zheng Yi away.

"Can you take back the capital?"

"Can you influence the overall situation?"

"Before the Eternal Heaven, you can only flee for your lives like stray dogs."

Zheng Yi didn't respond; she couldn't refute that point.

If the Tatars could send men to intercept and kill the messenger in advance, they could also send men to assassinate Li Miao's subordinates in advance. Although they failed and the news leaked, allowing Zheng Yi and others to arrive, the overall situation remained unchanged.

As long as the old man on the river is alive, no one can survive.

As long as the old man on the river is alive, there is no city that can be defended.

Even if they come, they can only save a few people and then leave quickly.

All that has been said is said; now it's just a matter of life and death.

Zheng Yi shouted sharply.

"Lord Tang, leave quickly! Someone will meet you after you leave the city. Protect the Imperial Seal and the Tiger Tally!"

He immediately drew his sword and charged forward to fight the woman from the foreign tribe.

Tang Lanzhou nodded and turned to leave without hesitation.

Just before he stepped out of the palace gate, his ears suddenly rang. At the same time, the ground beneath his feet trembled violently.

Tang Lanzhou instinctively glanced back, and his heart tightened suddenly. The spirit he had forced to muster suddenly weakened, and everything went black before his eyes.

Follow his line of sight.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony, which has stood since the relocation of the capital by Emperor Chengzu of the Later Shu Dynasty and represents imperial power, was as if it had been struck by a meteorite. The magnificent hall, spanning dozens of feet, exploded like an apple smashed by a giant hammer.

Zheng Yi's expression tightened, and she made even more urgent moves.

The woman from another race looked smug and laughed.

"Your struggle ends here."

"We have arrived at the Eternal Heaven."

The camera pans upwards, passing through the two fighting figures, until it reaches high in the sky.

Then you will see a wide, ruined passageway, like a giant dragon passing through, leading straight from Zhengyang Gate in Beijing to the Forbidden City, stopping a hundred feet away and pointing towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony, which is being blown up.

Outside the shattered ruins, Zhu Shoujing, covered in blood, shouted.

"His Majesty!!!"

He immediately drew his black and white twin swords, slicing through the incoming building debris, and rushed toward the center of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The moonlight was shattered by the flying pieces of wood.

Zhu Shoujing rushed to the center of the Hall of Supreme Harmony and stood still.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move forward, but that he was unable to move.

An aura deeper than death and more magnificent than the ocean stood before him.

Instinct told him that if he took one more step, he would die.

Moreover, he no longer needs to take that step.

Just a few feet away, in the center of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, stood a magnificent dragon throne. Within a radius of several feet centered on the dragon throne, everything was perfectly preserved in its original place. On the boundary was a half-sculpted crane statue, the side closer to the dragon throne lifelike, while the other half had been reduced to dust along with the collapsed Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Within this pristine, untouched land, several figures could be seen.

A figure dressed in a scarlet robe of the Grand Secretary stood with his hands protectively in front of him, seemingly acting on instinct when the Hall of Supreme Harmony exploded. Yet, he appeared frozen in place, with only his eyes flashing. That was Zhu Zai.

Several people stood motionless beside him, each maintaining instinctive defensive postures such as drawing their swords, pulling out their knives, and raising their hands.

Ruan Mei.

Zhu Yijing.

Zhang Jingfeng.

And several other worshippers.

All of them were covered in wounds, and the ground was covered with blood and bits of flesh. Several corpses dressed in foreign attire lay at their feet, still warm.

It must have been after the foreign woman left that these people arrived, killed the foreign celestial being who had captured Zhu Zai, and then came together with the emperor to kill the foreign celestial being who had come to assassinate him.

Judging from their faces, the fight must have just ended, and they were preparing to leave together when, in that instant, the Hall of Supreme Harmony suddenly exploded. Sensing something was wrong, they turned around abruptly to be on guard... and then froze in place.

They were facing the same direction.

The direction of the dragon throne.

There were two figures there.

One of them was the emperor. Unlike the others, he was not frozen in place. His hands were raised, still in the posture of striking out, and were trembling involuntarily.

Before him stood a tall, slender figure in wide robes, one hand clasped on the emperor's head, the other behind his back, whispering something to the emperor.

Zhu Shoujing shouted loudly.

"His Majesty!!!"

While shouting, he took a step closer.

At that very moment, the figure in the wide robe turned around.

Zhu Shoujing saw a pair of weathered and emotionless eyes.

Immediately, the hand that had been behind his back was raised and casually swept across.

Severe pain came.

Zhu Shoujing's body began to crumble from her palms.

At the same time, everyone except Zhu Zai and Zhu Yijing collapsed like a sand dune.

"His Majesty--"

In his last moments before losing consciousness, Zhu Shoujing glanced at the emperor.

The Xiaoling Guards may not be loyal to the emperor, but they are staunchly loyal to the Zhu family of the Great Shuo.