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Chapter 74 You've all...done a terrible thing for me! (Please subscribe)

This man is named Jia Ye, a member of the prestigious Jia family, a top-tier noble clan. He is only thirty years old this year, yet he already holds a high position.

Before his departure, he was personally summoned by the emperor, who bestowed upon him the imperial sword, granting him the power to execute first and report later. He was enjoying the emperor's favor and was in high spirits.

Along the way, seeing the prosperous scene of Daliang, he became even more envious, wishing he could immediately take all this land and wealth for himself.

Therefore, upon arriving in Luoyang, he immediately rushed to the military governor's residence, eager to complete the handover of power, fearing that delays might lead to unforeseen complications.

Upon seeing the mass of kneeling, weeping people in front of the mansion gate, Jia Ye frowned, his face filled with undisguised disgust.

His gaze then fell on Chen Ye.

At this moment, Chen Ye's clothes were soaked by the rain, and he looked quite haggard and disheveled.

This made Jia Ye's eyes flash with disdain.

Is this the Marquis of Zhenxi, who once held immense power and was feared by all the officials in the court?

Aside from being tall, he's nothing special; he's just a down-on-his-luck peasant.

He didn't even bother getting out of the car, but simply leaned against the side of the carriage, looking down at her and saying, "You're Chen Ye?"

Before Chen Ye could answer, he continued, "Chen Ye, His Majesty is so benevolent that he spared your life, only stripping you of your official rank. You should be grateful. So quickly hand over the seal of the military governor and the military tally. From now on, I will take over Daliang for you."

He acted as if it were his right, as if the land and everything on it were already his.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding people were immediately agitated, and many of them had anger burning in their eyes.

Chen Ye remained calm, seemingly oblivious to the insult in the other's words. He simply cupped his hands in greeting and asked respectfully, "May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"

A lackey immediately jumped out, his face full of arrogance, and loudly proclaimed, "This is the eldest grandson of the Duke of Dingguo, the newly appointed military governor, Lord Jia Ye!"

"So it's Lord Jia."

Chen Ye nodded, a look of realization crossing his face.

In fact, from the moment this team stepped into the territory of Daliang, he knew everything about their every move, even how many times Jia Ye stopped and changed his clothes along the way.

Chen Ye had even calculated their arrival time in advance, all to stage a grand drama of officials forcing the people to rebel for the benefit of the entire city.

“Lord Jia,” Chen Ye’s voice was particularly clear in the rain, “have you ever heard a story?”

"What story?" Jia Ye asked impatiently.

Chen Ye slowly said, "Once upon a time, there was a shepherd who worked hard to raise a flock of weak lambs into fat and strong ones. Then a wolf came from the mountains. It didn't want to do anything but open its mouth and eat the whole flock."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.

Jia Ye's expression also changed. Even if he was stupid, he could understand the meaning behind the story and couldn't help but get furious: "Chen Ye, what do you mean? Are you questioning the Emperor's decision and saying that I am the evil wolf?"

"I wouldn't dare," Chen Ye said, bowing his head slightly. "I was just telling a story. I hope Lord Jia can think of the people of Daliang and not be the wolf that eats the sheep."

"Hmph! What I want to do is none of your business to tell me what to do!"

Jia Ye's face turned ashen, and he sneered, "Chen Ye, I advise you to be sensible and pack your bags to go to the capital to apologize to the Emperor. You might be able to save your life!"

Having said that, he shouted at the coachman, "Go! Enter the mansion!"

The carriage started slowly, but stopped again after only two steps.

Because dozens of civilians had suddenly surged forward and blocked the carriage's path with their own bodies.

"What...what do you want to do?" Jia Ye was stunned for a moment, then his anger flared up and his face contorted. "Get out of my way, all of you!"

However, the people did not back down.

Someone, without anyone knowing, let out a roar that echoed through the rain.

"Get out! We only recognize Prince Liang!"

"That's right! Get out! We only recognize King Liang!"

"Get out!"

The roars converged into a torrent, leaving Jia Ye extremely embarrassed.

Born into a noble family, he had never suffered such humiliation. Enraged, he trembled with rage, snatched the whip from the coachman's hand, and lashed it viciously at the crowd. "I told you to shout! Men, seize them all! Seize them all and take them back for severe punishment!"

The whip, whipped with a vicious gust of wind, lashed hard across the face of an elderly man with gray hair. The man screamed in pain and staggered, falling into the muddy water.

This scene became the last spark to ignite the powder keg.

Someone in the crowd mustered all their strength and roared out.

"Why should we care about this damned imperial court? We've rebelled!"

The sound was like a thunderclap.

Instantly, everyone responded to his call.

"Reverse! Reverse!"

"Kill this corrupt official!"

Jia Ye was so frightened by the deafening roar that his face turned pale. He never dreamed that these docile people would actually dare to take action.

He frantically tried to retreat back into the carriage, screaming, "Get out! Get out!"

But it's too late.

Suddenly, dozens of seemingly ordinary but burly men drew steel knives hidden under their clothes from the crowd and pounced on the arrogant cavalry like tigers descending a mountain.

These burly men moved swiftly and coordinated perfectly, each strike deadly; they were no ordinary civilians, but clearly a group of battle-hardened soldiers.

Before Jia Ye's guards could react, they were hacked to pieces, their blood flowing like a river.

In the chaos, a figure moved with the agility of a cheetah, leaping directly onto the carriage.

The carriage curtain was ripped open, and Wang Xing's murderous face appeared before Jia Ye.

"You...don't come here!"

Jia Ye was so frightened that he huddled in a corner, trembling like a quail in the wind.

Without saying a word, Wang Xing grabbed him from the carriage and roughly threw him into the mud.

Only after the cold blade was pressed against his neck did Jia Ye come to his senses and scream with all his might, "I am an imperial envoy, the grandson of the Duke of Dingguo! If you dare to kill me, the Emperor will tear you to pieces and exterminate your entire family!"

"Noisy!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Xing swiftly brought down the knife!
puff!

Jia Ye's head fell into the muddy water with a thud, his face still showing an expression of fear and disbelief.

The entire arena fell silent instantly, especially the cavalrymen who had come with Jia Ye, who were all dumbfounded, but the fighting soon resumed.

The men Wang Xing brought were all battle-hardened elites. With Jia Ye dead in front of them, the cavalry panicked and were quickly routed, losing all their armor and weapons.

At the same time, Wang Xing wiped the blood off his face, strode up to Chen Ye, pulled out the yellow robe he had prepared in his arms, and draped it over Chen Ye's shoulders without saying a word.

Then he knelt on one knee, his voice booming like a bell, echoing through the heavens!
"The court is corrupt and incompetent, the new emperor is tyrannical, he persecutes loyal officials and oppresses the people! We wish to support Prince Liang as emperor, to restore order to the court and rebuild the world!"

His kneeling was like a signal.

Wow!
In front of the mansion gate and on the street, all the guards and civilians knelt down in unison.

"We are willing to support the Prince of Liang as emperor!"

"Please, Your Highness, ascend the throne!"

Chen Ye looked at the kneeling soldiers and civilians before him, and gently tugged at his yellow robe, as if he were somewhat uncomfortable.

Then he sighed helplessly, "Wang Xing, what are you doing?"

"Please, Your Highness, ascend the throne!" Wang Xing continued to shout.

At the same time, some people began to shout "Long live!"

Seeing this, Chen Ye gave a wry smile, then waved his sleeve, "Alas, you...you've really put me in a difficult position!"

(End of this chapter)