Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 575 Rebellion Has Occurred, The Tragedy of Yuheng (8,000 words)
late at night.

A restless north wind enveloped the entire palace.

Luo Tianquan sighed, looking at the fate of the emperors of the Luo family. Emperor Longtai, a martial emperor, fought on horseback and governed the country, but in the end, he died from a cold after falling into the water.

Emperor Yuanjing reigned for less than ten years. In the early years, he lived a muddled and mediocre life. He gradually came to his senses and then accidentally fell into a lake in the palace. He caught a cold and died.

Those people are so arrogant that they don't even bother to change their methods.

Looking at my father, if it weren't for my brother-in-law's ruthless and decisive actions, which helped him eliminate a large number of civil officials and clear out the Yang family's power in the court, would he have met the same fate?

Even so, he was still assassinated in the street in the end.

Are the Bailu Academy the only civil officials in Ningguo? Is the Yang family the only powerful clan in Ningguo?
Even though he was successively purged by his brother-in-law and father, how could he possibly eliminate all the treacherous officials in the court?

Even if one sits on the dragon throne, what good will it do?

Either rectify the court and purge the corrupt officials, then die an unexplained death like your father, grandfather, and great-grandfather; or collude with civil officials and powerful families, becoming a puppet and living a mediocre life.

What's the point of being an emperor like that?
Luo Tianchu, on the other hand, had his once handsome face become increasingly distorted and ferocious, his wide eyes even revealing an uncontrollable madness. After an unknown amount of time, Luo Tianchu slowly grinned and said, "Sister..."

Luo Tianxuan looked up, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"I'll be the emperor."

Luo Tianchu spoke slowly and deliberately.

Luo Tianquan was somewhat surprised. In his memory, his elder brother had never been interested in things like power. Why would he covet the dragon throne, which was destined to be full of thorns? Could it be that after learning that he was the Empress's only son and his father's eldest son, some ambitions had sprouted in his heart?
After all, in terms of status alone, the dragon throne should naturally belong to Luo Tianshu, the eldest son of the legitimate wife.

He was somewhat relieved that he hadn't said the phrase "the emperor is not even fit to be a dog" aloud. If he had, wouldn't that have been saying that his elder brother was a dog emperor?

However, Luo Tianquan quickly shook his head to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind. He knew that his elder brother was not that kind of person. Even in this palace, his elder brother had never shown the slightest desire for the throne. What his eyes revealed more was his disgust for the palace as a huge prison and his desire to escape from it.

Could it be that……

Luo Tianquan suddenly looked up and realized that his elder sister had an expression that looked like she was about to cry.

She raised her slender hand and gently stroked Luo Tianxu's long hair. Luo Tianxuan's voice was suppressed and tinged with sadness: "Are you really sure about this?"

"I've made up my mind." Having made up his mind, Luo Tianchu felt much lighter, and even a slight smile appeared on his face: "The emperor's identity is still somewhat useful. Many things would be difficult without the title of emperor. Sister, you should take Tianquan and leave later."

"And those girls from Yongning..."

"They are all our father's bloodline, and they are also our sisters."

"Consort Shu, she is the mother of Qingyi and Caiyi. Try to take her away as well." Luo Tianshu said slowly, his eyes looking out the window as if he could see the boundless night sky outside.

Dark and hazy.

"This palace is truly no place for a human to live."

Even the most normal person would probably go crazy if they stayed here for too long, right?
Then, he slowly grinned and smiled.

Since I've already gone mad, why not go all out and be mad?
……

In ancient times, the spread of news was always severely delayed. Even a major event like the death of the emperor would take a very long time to spread throughout Ningguo.

Langya.

This is the old lair of the Yang family.

Langya City is a bustling city. The vast Ningguo is perhaps only slightly inferior to the imperial city of Dongling. Even though the weather has turned cold, the streets of Langya City are still bustling with people and vehicles.

The sounds of hawking, bargaining, laughter, anger, and cursing never ceased.

The crowds, shoulder to shoulder, created a harmonious scene.

However, this harmony was shattered by a sudden sound:
"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."

Accompanied by a man's urgent yet suppressed roar, a fast horse charged wildly through the bustling city, instantly turning the streets into chaos. Shouts and screams rose and fell as people instinctively dodged to the sides of the street, and those who couldn't dodge in time were directly rammed by the horse.

His body was thrown into the air, blood streaming from his mouth, and he had broken countless ribs.

Even worse, some were trampled on the chest by horses, their sternums shattered on the spot, and they probably wouldn't survive.

The rider on horseback seemed oblivious to the scene, urging his horse onward with unwavering speed.

Within Langya City, the most important place should be the ancestral home of the Yang family.

That was the most luxurious and magnificent place in Langya City. Rather than a huge mansion, it was more like a small city, a city within a city.

The Yang family's old residence occupies almost one-tenth of the area of ​​Langya City. The guards in the old residence are all armed and their combat power is much stronger than that of ordinary soldiers. They may even be comparable to border troops. Even the courtyard wall of the old residence was built according to the standards of the city wall.

If a large-scale armed conflict or even a war were to occur, breaking through this layer of defense would not be an easy task.

Snap.

Right there in the council chamber, a teacup crashed to the ground, the exquisite porcelain turning into fine powder.

Yang Hexing, one of the seven elders of the Yang family, could not even maintain his usual leisurely demeanor and composure, as if everything was under control and he would remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him. His wrinkled face twitched as if he had been electrocuted, and his old face was full of anger and even resentment.

Yang Xiao, the eldest grandson of Yang Hexing, and Yang Yunshu, the eldest granddaughter of Yang Hexing, went to Pingyang several days ago. Yang Hexing offered a very good price and even planned to marry Yang Yunshu to Song Yan in order to ease the relationship between the two sides through marriage, thereby preventing Song Yan from targeting the Yang family and giving the Yang family enough time.

He felt he had shown enough sincerity.

Moreover, Song Yan's current situation is quite delicate. Although he was granted the title of Prince of Yan and was enjoying unparalleled fame for a time, he was ultimately just a consort and an outsider. Even if Emperor Ninghe could tolerate Song Yan holding the most important military power in Ning Kingdom, how long could this tolerance last?
Once Emperor Ninghe has completely suppressed the powerful clans and civil officials within Ningguo, and consolidated his power as the true emperor, the Prince of Yan, who commands a large army and guards the border, will become Emperor Ninghe's next target of concern. Even if Emperor Ninghe can tolerate the Prince of Yan's existence, what about the next emperor? Will he be able to tolerate such an uncontrollable force?

Therefore, in Yang Hexing's view, the best way for the Prince of Yan and the Yang family to get along was to fight without breaking apart.

The two sides maintained a hostile relationship, allowed to fight each other, and even occasional casualties were acceptable, but they absolutely could not be driven to extinction. Whether you call it nurturing an enemy to enhance one's own prestige or not, the Yang family was the value and meaning of the Prince of Yan's existence. Once the Yang family perished, the Prince of Yan would face the fate of being discarded like a rabbit after it's caught and a bow after it's been used up.

He believed that Song Yan was a smart man and would naturally be able to see the trick.

Therefore, he was not worried about the safety of Yang Xiao and Yang Yunshu. Even if Song Yan had no intention of marrying into the Yang family, he would not do anything to the two of them. Even when two countries are at war, they do not kill envoys. Moreover, Yang Xiao and Yang Yunshu were nominally guests who took the initiative to visit Pingyang.

What Yang Hexing didn't expect was that the siblings disappeared after entering Pingyang. Many days passed without their return, and Yang Hexing felt uneasy. He quickly sent someone to secretly infiltrate Pingyang, only to receive news that almost drove him mad—Yang Xiao and Yang Yunshu had attempted to assassinate the Prince of Yan during a visit, but had been killed on the spot by the Prince of Yan, Song Yan.

What a lame excuse.

The eldest granddaughter and grandson, just like that... died?
God knows what Yang Hexing felt when he first heard the news. His mind was buzzing, and for a moment he even lost the ability to think.

I should have thought of that sooner.

Song Yan has never been a crazy person who follows the rules.

Common sense and established rules meant absolutely nothing to Song Yan.

The thought that his two most outstanding grandsons and one most outstanding granddaughter had all died at the hands of Song Yan made Yang Hexing lose his composure. He was like an old but ferocious lion, his face contorted with rage, his eyes bloodshot, and his hunched body trembling uncontrollably.

"Song Yan, I swear I will kill you!"

His hoarse voice held an endless resentment.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the council hall. Looking up, one could see the steward leading a middle-aged man, rushing towards them. Judging from the shocked and uneasy expressions on their faces, something big had obviously happened.

Although Yang Hexing was furious, he was unwilling to lose face in front of his servants.

She pursed her lips, sat back down in the chair, glanced at the butler outside, and gestured for the two of them to come in.

As soon as he stepped into the council hall, the middle-aged man didn't even bother to bow. He hurriedly opened his mouth and said, "Master, everyone... everyone... esteemed lords, no... no... something terrible has happened..." The man was panting heavily, his chest heaving at an unimaginable frequency. He was clearly exhausted and couldn't even speak normally for a moment.

Yang Hexing frowned slightly and gently comforted her, "Don't panic. Calm down and talk slowly. Even if it's a huge problem, we old bones can handle it."

The speed at which their expressions changed was terrifying.

Just seconds before, he was furious about the deaths of his grandchildren, but in the blink of an eye, he had switched to the normal state of a family head.

Even his slightly hoarse voice carried a hint of kindness.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. His agitated heartbeat finally calmed down a bit before he slowly spoke: "Master, something happened to the Thirteenth Master?"

Yang Hexing slowly raised his eyebrows, his brow furrowing slightly: "What is it?"

"The Thirteenth Prince... he killed Emperor Ninghe right there in the street!"

hum!
These words immediately caused an uproar in the council chamber.

The five old men, who had originally intended to show off their composure, suddenly changed their expressions drastically. They couldn't even sit still anymore, and they stood up abruptly, their wrinkled faces contorted into a grimace, their expressions filled with indescribable horror.

The notion of remaining calm even when Mount Tai collapses before you, or the composure of having everything under control, is all utter nonsense.

Even Yang Hexing, with his hunched back, couldn't help but tremble again, his wide eyes filled with disbelief: "What did you say? Say it again!"

His hoarse voice betrayed an uncontrollable madness.

The sight sent chills down the spine of the middle-aged man who came to deliver the message, but he still forced himself to say, "The Thirteenth Prince... assassinated Emperor Ninghe in the street."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Yang Hexing gasped for breath, almost roaring, "How could the thirteenth prince do such a thing? Has he gone mad?"

He murdered the emperor in the street!

Even when the Yang family held immense power, they wouldn't dare to have such thoughts.

The middle-aged man said with a mournful face, "Go home and tell the master, how could I dare to joke about such a thing? It happened right here on Chang'an Street, and many people saw it with their own eyes."

"The Thirteenth Prince knelt on the ground awaiting an audience. Emperor Ninghe came out of the palace to greet him personally, even helping the Thirteenth Prince up from the ground... However, no one expected that the Thirteenth Prince would suddenly pounce on Emperor Ninghe, then pull out a knife from his pocket and stab Emperor Ninghe in the chest dozens of times..."

The middle-aged man spoke with absolute certainty, as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

It has to be said that rumors are truly terrifying. The assassination of Emperor Ninghe in the street has become the biggest topic of conversation among the people of Dongling City. Everyone wants to have more listeners, so they embellish the footage to make the event more sensational.

Thus, unknowingly, what happened in the imperial carriage became a public spectacle. The one stab to the heart became dozens of stabs, and his body was covered in bloody holes. In fact, during the time the middle-aged man was rushing back to Langya, several more versions of the story emerged out of thin air, each more outrageous and exaggerated than the last.

However, regardless of the version, the fact that Yang Hexin murdered the emperor in the street remains unchanged.

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't seem to be lying, Yang Hexing couldn't help but shake violently. He plopped down in a chair, his face pale, and large beads of sweat seeped from his forehead and rolled slowly down the crisscrossing lines on his face.

After a long while, he waved his hand, dismissing the middle-aged man and the butler.

The doors to the council chamber closed.

In the vast room, only a few candles flickered gently.

The dim candlelight illuminated one pale face after another, and blurred one pair of desperate eyes after another.

The other four people all turned their attention to Yang Hexing, as if they were waiting for him to make a decision at this crucial moment.

Yang Hexing could only force a mocking smile, his stiff gaze sweeping over his brothers before he slowly spoke, his voice low and suppressed, carrying a lifeless dullness: "The Yang family... is finished."

He murdered the emperor in the street!

In an era that places great importance on reputation, this one factor alone was enough to crush the Yang family, leaving them with no chance of recovery. It was even possible that the Yang family of Huilong could be implicated by the Yang family of Langya.

Even though Yang Hexing had experienced countless ups and downs in his life, he had never experienced anything like this before.

The other four old men couldn't help but tremble slightly upon hearing this.

Yang Heshun pursed his lips: "Although the thirteenth prince has a rather volatile temper and isn't particularly bright, he couldn't possibly be unaware of the consequences of murdering the emperor in the street. He wouldn't do such a thing."

"He is innocent; this is a despicable frame-up."

Yang Hexing's mockery seemed to intensify: "Yes, the thirteenth prince wouldn't do such a thing. Although I don't know the specifics, this must be a scheme deliberately set up by Emperor Ninghe."

"However, does it matter whether it's a false accusation or a frame-up?"

Does the truth even matter?

Yang Heshun's breath hitched slightly, and then a bitter expression appeared on his face.

Yes.

When everyone has already accepted this as the truth, no one cares what the truth actually is.

The Yang family has done this kind of thing many times before, framing someone with a false story to eliminate one rival after another.

When you use such methods, seeing your opponent's anger, resentment, and bitterness is probably very satisfying. But who would have thought that the Yang family would be set up like this? Only by experiencing this feeling firsthand can you understand the despair it must have been.

"Is there really no way out?" Yang Heli was still somewhat unwilling. Yang Hexing chuckled and slowly shook his head: "This is a trap that Emperor Ninghe set for our Yang family with his life. There's no escaping it."

Get up.

His legs seemed to be a little out of control, and Yang Hexing swayed slightly. He quickly grabbed the table to steady himself.

He was panting heavily: "How's it going with the arrangements I made for you to send some of your eldest grandsons out of Langya?"

"The candidate has been chosen, but there are still some things to prepare, so they haven't left yet," Yang Heming said.

"No need to prepare anything, let them leave immediately." Yang Hexing waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Remember, don't be extravagant, don't wear fancy clothes, and tell them to keep a low profile as much as possible on the way and not to cause any trouble."

"Also, don't use your real name, and even remove the surname Yang."

The other four old men all nodded, understanding Yang Hexing's meaning.

The news has already reached Langya, so it should spread throughout Ningguo in just one or two days.

The Yang family will become the target of public criticism, and various prefectures and counties will inevitably investigate members of the Yang family. After all, capturing a member of the Yang family at this time would be a merit to the new emperor.

"Furthermore, there's no time to prepare. Gather everyone you can and distribute all the weapons and armor produced." A flash of madness crossed Yang Hexing's face.
"From this day forward, Langya City shall be renamed Langya Kingdom."

"I, Yang Hexing, am the Emperor of Langya Kingdom."

"My Yang family... has rebelled!"

That night, Ningguo gained two more madmen.

One is in Langya.

One is at the Eastern Tombs!

rebel.

proclaim oneself emperor.

This has been the Yang family's dream for many years.

However, when Yang Hexing actually said these words, the other four brothers showed not a trace of joy on their faces, but only an overwhelming sorrow in their eyes.

Anyone could see that this was Yang Hexing's desperate last stand.

Killing the emperor in the street is such a heinous crime that it cannot be left unpunished.

Whoever ascends the throne, even if it's Luo Jingyu, who has some Yang family blood, will inevitably deal a fatal blow to the Yang family, otherwise he can forget about securing his throne. Moreover, none of the court officials, the nobles of Dongling, or even the powerful clans will stand up to stop him, because if someone is accused of colluding with the Yang family at this time, they will inevitably be purged.

Moreover, the wealth accumulated by the Yang family over the years has already attracted countless greedy eyes, and countless people want to take advantage of the Yang family's downfall to bite into it.

Now that Yang Hexing has directly declared rebellion, it can be said that he has preserved the last vestige of dignity for the Yang family.

Moreover, if the Yang family were to rebel, it would inevitably attract the attention of the vast majority of people, which would give those descendants who were sent out of Langya a better chance to survive.

That very evening, several seemingly ordinary carriages hurriedly departed from Langya City.

A group of vagrants had gathered outside Langya City, and several of them had their eyes on the carriages, lost in thought.

……

Day three.

A palace attendant appeared in Pingyang.

The eunuch was pale, with sunken eyes and dark circles under his eyes.

His appearance clearly showed that he hadn't rested for many days and nights.

From Dongling to Pingyang, there was almost no stopping except for meals and changing horses at post stations. The long ride had chafed my thighs raw, and the blood seeping out soaked through my robes, sticking to the wounds. Even the slightest movement caused a burning pain.

In winter, there aren't too many people on the streets of Pingyang, so there's no need to worry about bumping into someone.

After casually inquiring about the Prince of Yan's residence by the roadside, the horse galloped along the long street. The orange sun was already overhead. The eunuch's robe was very thin, and he hadn't had time to change his clothes along the way. Under the cold wind, his pale face was covered with chapped skin, and some cracks were even oozing blood.

Finally, I saw the plaque of the Prince of Yan's Mansion.

The moment the eunuch dismounted, his legs went weak, as if they no longer belonged to him and were beyond his control. He collapsed to the ground, breaking his chin. It was only when the guards at the entrance of the Prince of Yan's residence saw the situation that they rushed forward to help the eunuch up and informed Song Yan.

When Song Yan and Luo Yuheng hurried over from the inner courtyard, they saw that the man's body had slumped in a chair in the living room, panting heavily, his eyes rolled back.

Upon seeing that the man was dressed in eunuch's attire, both Song Yan and Luo Yuheng were slightly startled.

A maidservant brought over a cup of hot tea.

The tea moistened his throat, went down his stomach, and slightly dispelled the chill in his body, which made the eunuch's complexion improve a little.

"Father-in-law, what has made you so panicked?" Song Yan asked, his fingers slightly clenched, trying to keep his tone calm.

Even Luo Yuheng had a rough idea of ​​what was going on. Her face stiffened slightly, and her eyes revealed a hint of trepidation and unease.

The eunuch paused for a moment, his expression gradually turning sorrowful. With a thud, he knelt before Song Yan and Luo Yuheng: "Reporting to the Prince of Yan, Her Highness the Princess..."

"Your Majesty, the Emperor has passed away!"

hum!
Even though she had already guessed it, Song Yan still felt her mind buzzing when she suddenly heard these words.

As for Luo Yuheng, his body trembled, and he staggered backward. His face turned ashen, completely devoid of color, and two lines of clear tears slowly fell down his cheeks.

She didn't cry out loud, only tears flowed, but that silent weeping was all the more heartbreaking.

Only when the taste of blood rose in her throat did she clutch the hem of her clothes and let out soft sobs.

My brother is gone after all.

She no longer had that brother who always doted on her, protected her, and loved her no matter how much trouble she caused.

She no longer has a brother to love her!
At the doorway, Luo Tianyi, who had just arrived, suddenly stopped, her expression momentarily blank before she slowly fell silent.

Luo Tianyi didn't know how he was feeling. She had only met Emperor Ninghe a handful of times. Even though she knew that Emperor Ninghe had sent her and her siblings out of the palace for their lives, understanding was one thing, but feelings were another.

Ultimately, they didn't live together for many years, so it's unlikely that they had a very deep bond... But he was still his father.

My heart is empty.

It's a bit uncomfortable to feel the pressure.

Song Yan's body stiffened on the spot, and he remained motionless.

Song Yan was very fond of Emperor Ninghe, his father-in-law. Sometimes he even felt that there was probably no better father-in-law in the world than Emperor Ninghe.

Scenes from my time with Emperor Ninghe flashed through my mind:

It was a somewhat helpless probing in the backyard of the Luo family mansion, and the initial astonishment upon discovering that her father-in-law was actually visiting a brothel.

He was an emperor, yet he wanted to share gold with his son-in-law, and even revealed how stifled and pitifully poor he was as emperor.

It was the emperor's helplessness in instigating his son-in-law to cause this day's upheaval, and the earnest admonitions in the imperial garden...

After learning that Ninghe Emperor had a brain tumor, Song Yan knew that this day would come sooner or later, but he never expected it to come so quickly and so suddenly.

My eyes felt sore and uncomfortable, and even the tip of my nose felt a little sore.

Her eyelids blinked rapidly, as if she could hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.

He is now the Prince of Yan, and it would be improper for him to cry and wail.

But I couldn't help it.

Tears eventually trickled down her cheeks, leaving a long trail.

Song Yan sniffed hard and reached out to help the eunuch who was still kneeling on the ground up. He had many things he wanted to ask, but his mind was blank, and he didn't know what to say or ask.

Fortunately, the eunuch spoke up and recounted everything that had happened on Chang'an Street and inside the imperial carriage.

What is being said here is the unvarnished truth.

Song Yan, Luo Yuheng, and Luo Tianyi all trembled slightly. A sharp dagger was being plunged inch by inch into their hearts. Didn't he feel pain? It must have hurt a lot.
However, Emperor Ninghe still did it.

Once upon a time, the Yang family was the very sky above Ningguo.

However, Emperor Ninghe personally entered the game and ultimately prevailed over fate.

By imperial decree, the Yang family was completely buried in an abyss from which they could never escape.

This is the madness of someone who is about to die.

This was the last thing he did for Yuheng, for his many children, and especially for Song Yan. He removed the biggest obstacle for Song Yan to take action against the Yang family and Langya.

At the same time, this was also the most brutal revenge that Emperor Ninghe carried out against the Yang family in response to the deaths of Emperor Yuanjing and Emperor Longtai.

Song Yan's fingers were clenched so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

He desperately suppressed the impulse in his heart and slowly asked, "Now, who is the emperor?"

"Not yet selected."

"I see." Song Yan slowly exhaled. "Father-in-law, please go and rest well."

The eunuch forced himself to stand up and bowed to Song Yan: "Thank you, Marquis. Also, Eunuch Wei asked me to pass on a message to the Prince..." After a brief pause, the eunuch continued: "Whatever the Prince's arrangements, please make preparations as soon as possible."

Song Yan nodded and sent someone to help the eunuch down to rest.

He waved his hand again, signaling the others to leave as well.

Luo Tianyi glanced at Luo Yuheng, gave Song Yan a look, and then left for the time being. She knew that Ning He Di was most heartbroken not for his children, but for his aunt, his younger sister.

The door closed gently.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Song Yan didn't say anything, but silently walked to Luo Yuheng's side, stretched out his arms and embraced Luo Yuheng.

The cicada's head was placed against its abdomen.

Before long, Song Yan felt that his clothes were soaked.

Luo Yuheng, who had been holding on, finally couldn't hold on any longer, and her sobs turned into loud crying.

At this moment, Luo Yuheng was no longer a proud princess, but just an ordinary woman who had lost an important relative.

The cries were heart-wrenching, like the mournful sobs of a cuckoo.

Song Yan didn't say a word, but simply hugged Luo Yuheng tighter and tighter.

No one knows how much time passed, but the crying finally subsided. When Luo Yuheng in her arms raised her head, she had already become a different person.

However, Luo Yuheng No. 2 was also affected by the other Luo Yuheng, and his shoulders were still twitching.

“Crying like this is bad for the baby,” Luo Yuheng murmured softly, one small hand resting on her lower abdomen, but tears still streamed down her face. After a while, Luo Yuheng took a deep breath. Though the sorrow couldn't dissipate, she finally stopped the tears from the corners of her eyes, looking at Song Yan with teary eyes: “What do you plan to do?”

Before Song Yan could speak, he simply took Luo Yuheng's small hand, walked out of the guest hall, and then went to the back courtyard, where he picked up Luo Yuheng and carried her into the bedroom.

Gently place Luo Yuheng (number two) on the bed, pull the quilt over her body.

He gently stroked Luo Yuheng's forehead and said, "Rest assured, I'll take care of everything."

After speaking, Song Yan went out the door.

"Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, Wang Chao, Ma Han."

At Song Yan's command, his four bodyguards suddenly appeared.

"Notify Mei Wu, Li Er, Zhang Zhen, Zhang Han, and Lei Yi to mobilize elite troops from Anzhou and Pingyang. Notify Jia Yifei and Liu Yisheng to prepare logistics. Liang Guangzong and Gao Xingcai will accompany the army..."

"I will... wipe out the Yang family!"

(End of this chapter)