Snow: The Crown Prince of Chu, forced into marriage by the Minister of the Southern Palace with his

Zhao Heng naturally knew what kind of son he was. Although he was as smart as himself, he was still too young.

As his only son, Zhao Xun couldn't possibly leave the other party without a way out.

Zhao Heng glanced at his son and was about to speak when he heard footsteps.

At the same time, I saw Zhao Xun raise his head, his eyes staring straight outside.

Zhao Heng narrowed his eyes as he watched Pei Nanwei pour him tea, his gaze filled with desire as he looked at his son.

"Xun'er, call out to someone."

When Zhao Xun heard this voice, or these words, his body suddenly trembled, and he finally lowered his head.

"Mother...Mother Consort."

Pei Nanwei didn't say anything, but simply nodded slightly.

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Looking at the notice in front of him, Xu Weixiong frowned, a look of worry flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, she secretly thought to herself that she should have just followed them there, so that she wouldn't have to be overthinking things here.

At this moment, Yu Youwei, holding Wu Meiniang, came over. She looked at the notice in front of her with a shocked expression on her face.

"So, young master is wanted? And nationwide at that?"

Upon hearing the startled sound from the other party, Xu Weixiong immediately reached out and covered Yu Youwei's mouth.

"Shut up, no one will think you're mute if you don't speak!"

Xu Weixiong glanced around, then immediately pulled Yu Youwei outside.

"It's alright, Jiang Xuan isn't a fool." Xu Weixiong looked at Yu Youwei's expression and offered a word of comfort: "Since he dared to do this, he must have already thought of a way out."

"Hurry up, we're being watched."

Yu Youwei was shocked. She quickly grabbed Xu Weixiong's arm and scrambled her long legs, afraid that she would fall behind if she was even a step too slow.

After all, Xu Weixiong wasn't a good person, and he certainly wouldn't wait for her if he couldn't keep up.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Bounty, Hunt

Liyang, Tai'an City.

Zhao Dun stared at the memorial in his hand without saying a word. After a long while, he slowly raised his head.

Zhao Dun's gaze fell on Zhang Julu. He looked at the chief minister with blue eyes and a purple beard and took a deep breath.

“Zhang Julu, I sent you to Shangyin Academy, and you sent me a message right after, and then I heard that the library of Shangyin Academy has been sealed off.”

Zhao Dun's smile looked stiff and cold, clearly a forced smile.

Zhang Julu knelt on the ground and remained silent.

Zhao Dun seemed to have known his personality all along, so he didn't show any particular anger, but just quietly looked at the other person.

"So, my Chief Minister Zhang, do you want to cultivate a rebel for my Liyang?" Zhao Dun suddenly laughed as he said this: "If one Northern Mang isn't enough, how about adding another Northern Liang? Or the remnants of Western Chu?"

"Well, that's about right." Zhao Dun said as he walked over to Zhang Julu and patted him on the shoulder: "When Jiang Xuan raises his arms again, countless students of Liyang will worship him as a saint."

"Tsk tsk tsk, by then, I, the emperor, no, I can't call myself 'I' anymore, and I can't even say the word 'emperor' anymore."

Zhao Dun's words grew colder and colder, his voice becoming increasingly lower.

But everyone present knew that the lower the emperor's voice, the angrier he was, so they all lowered their heads, afraid of displeasing Zhao Dun.

At this moment, Zhao Dun squatted down in front of Zhang Julu. He reached out and patted the other man's face with an unusually bright smile, and said, "Chief Minister Zhang, you must understand the meaning behind what he said next, right?"

"If we were to allow him to promote and develop this school of thought, and a new school of thought were to emerge, you should know how dangerous that would be for Li Yang."

At this point, Zhao Dun slowly stood up from the ground, and the smile on his face vanished in an instant.

"I'm giving you a few days, and during that time, I don't want to hear anything about him." He looked at Zhang Julu. "Anything, do you understand?"

Zhang Julu remained kneeling on the ground, but his back was straight, and he clasped his hands together and shouted loudly.

"Your subject Zhang Julu receives the imperial decree and expresses his gratitude."

Zhang Julu glanced at Zhao Dun, then bowed slightly and stepped back, intending to leave.

Zhao Dun, who had his back to him, suddenly spoke up: "Zhang Julu, Zhang Julu."

Zhang Julu's body trembled slightly, then he lowered his body even further and turned to leave.

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After leaving Shangyin Academy, Jiang Xuan headed directly towards Huishan.

After all, he found the journey mostly interesting, or rather, quite interesting.

After all, there were quite a few pursuers behind them.

Aside from the people from Shangyin Academy, there were also officials from the Liyang Dynasty government.

Of course, the most troublesome are those who want his bounty.

There are ordinary people here, as well as martial arts practitioners.

His life is now very valuable: anyone who provides accurate information about Jiang Xuan will be rewarded with fifty taels of silver; anyone who beheads Jiang Xuan will be rewarded with one thousand taels of silver; anyone who captures Jiang Xuan will be rewarded with five thousand taels of silver.

When Jiang Xuan saw this news, he couldn't help but think to himself.

Let's not talk about hundreds of billions like in One Piece, but at least it should be like in a martial arts novel, with a reward of ten thousand taels of silver.

I never imagined my life would be so worthless.

Jiang Xuan shook his head as he thought of this. He glanced at the distant mountain and saw a dilapidated temple there.

"That's good, we have a place to stay tonight."

Jiang Xuan wasn't moving fast. After all, although many people were chasing him, no one knew where he was going.

He had already put on a simple disguise and tried to minimize the traces he left along the way.

So, don't panic.

When Jiang Xuan entered the dilapidated temple, he glanced around and found no signs of life.

However, this dilapidated temple is quite large. In the courtyard, a large bell lies on the ground, next to which is a withered peach tree.

Jiang Xuan walked into the dilapidated temple. He looked at the headless statue and wondered which god it belonged to.

After thinking for a moment, he put his hands together and said, "I only need your help for one night, thank you."

As he spoke, Jiang Xuan gathered some clean firewood and began packing his things.

Jiang Xuan found a door panel, which would serve as his sleeping place for the night. He glanced at the hole diagonally above him and nodded in satisfaction.

It's perfect for sleeping at night; I can look at the sky.

How can this not be considered a starry sky ceiling?

Jiang Xuan simply caught a rabbit and a carrier pigeon. Looking at the numbers written on them, he guessed what kind of secret message it was.

However, this kind of thing has nothing to do with him.

They threw the secret letter directly into the fire, continuing to burn the pigeons and rabbits.

Rabbits, it seems, become less cute when they get hot.

But it tastes good.

As Jiang Xuan tore at the rabbit meat beside him, he quietly pondered his next move.

When he was in the library of Shangyin Academy, he took a map of Liyang.

The map is so detailed that it is likely one of the main collections of the Shangyin Academy.

In addition to having detailed geographical locations for all of Liyang, it also includes the locations of Beiliang, Beimang, and Xichu.

Looking at the map, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but think to himself, "This map is quite something; it even knows the approximate location of Western Chu."

He guessed there might be an undercover agent there, but this person's position wasn't particularly high or low.

So the location is accurate, but not particularly detailed.

Just as Jiang Xuan was lost in thought, his ears suddenly twitched slightly.

Jiang Xuan put the map away and picked up the Crimson Dragon Sword beside him.

Then his figure disappeared into the darkness.

As Jiang Xuan disappeared, a person dressed in a purple robe walked in.

The man was carrying a long sword, but his strength appeared to be only at the seventh or eighth rank, hardly worthy of serious attention.

Still a woman?

The man glanced around, then looked at the fire in front of him, a look of surprise on his face.

"anyone there?"

Jiang Xuan frowned. He instantly realized that the person who came was definitely not the one who was chasing him.

Although he didn't see the face clearly, he was still a first-grade martial artist, so why was a seventh-grade martial artist chasing after him?

crazy?

Just as Jiang Xuan was about to step out, several figures quickly approached.

They had effeminate expressions and their eyes were devoid of any emotion.

The moment these people walked in, the man in purple was terrified.

After all, these three people looked dangerous, and they exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

When he looked at the woman in purple, his eyes were completely devoid of any life.

It's like looking at a corpse.

At that moment, the two people vanished instantly, leaving only two people looking at each other.