Film and Television Daqing: Starting with the Heaven-Covering Technique and the Devouring Demon Art

Suddenly, Li Chengtian raised his foot and kicked Hong Siyang hard in the chest.

The kick was extremely powerful. Hong Siyang had no time to react and was sent flying a long way before crashing heavily to the ground.

He clutched his chest, groaning in pain, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Hong Siyang stared wide-eyed at Li Chengtian, his face filled with disbelief.

He simply couldn't understand why this seemingly gentle and harmless man would suddenly turn on him and kill him.

However, before he could even think about the reason, Li Chengtian raised his foot again and kicked him hard in the head.

The kick was extremely powerful, shattering Hong Siyang's skull and splattering blood everywhere.

Hong Siyang fell to the ground silently, powerless to resist.

Li Chengtian glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground, then turned to face Han Diaosi.

Li Chengtian's gaze was icy cold, and his tone carried a chilling edge:

"Now you should know what I want you to do, right?"

Han Diaosi's expression turned serious. He took a deep breath and answered respectfully:

"Please rest assured, Master, this old servant understands your meaning."

"Give this old servant three days, and this old servant will surely make everyone in the harem utterly loyal to your master."

Li Chengtian listened to Han Diaosi's words and nodded slightly, indicating his satisfaction. He then reminded him:

"Alright, since that's the case, then you may return to the palace."

Remember, do not use your strength exceeding the ninth rank within the palace.

After all, grandmasters can sense each other, and if others notice, it could alert them and cause trouble.

Han Diao Si's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly nodded in response:

"Don't worry, Master. This old servant understands the implications and will never easily reveal my strength."

Li Chengtian waved his hand gently, indicating that Han Diaosi could leave.

After bowing deeply, Han Diaosi quickly disappeared into the night.

Li Chengtian watched Han Diaosi's departing figure, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his lips.

He believed that with Han Diaosi's methods and abilities, he would definitely be able to complete the mission.

He himself, however, needs to wait some time before he can truly take control of the entire harem.

Li Chengtian glanced at Hong Siyang's corpse on the ground, then directly used the Devouring Heaven Demon Art to devour and refine the traces left by Hong Siyang.

Then, he used his movement technique and disappeared from the spot.

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Chapter 23 Emperor Qing's Wrath, Officials' Horrification

The next morning, the court session began.

Now, officials are arriving one after another in the main hall of the imperial court.

Emperor Qing had not yet arrived, so the officials chatted amongst themselves, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

As Li Chengtian entered the main hall, all the officials fell silent and bowed to him.

"Second brother, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for so long."

Suddenly, a surprised voice rang out, and Li Chengze hurried over with a warm smile on his face.

He strode over to Li Chengtian, a broad smile on his face, and said:

"Second brother, we've finally waited for you to come."

Li Chengtian nodded slightly: "What happened to the third brother?"

Seeing this, Li Chengze didn't say anything more, but took Li Chengtian's hand and said:

"Second brother, let's go to the front to talk."

As he spoke, he pulled Li Chengtian toward the very front of the main hall.

Along the way, officials bowed their heads in greeting, their expressions varied, and they secretly speculated about the relationship between the two.

Some speculate that the second and third princes may be joining forces to deal with the crown prince, while others believe that this is just a superficial phenomenon and that a deeper political struggle is hidden behind it.

Court officials are all adept at reading people's expressions and words; they will magnify any subtle movement or change in expression.

Therefore, when they saw Li Chengze and Li Chengtian walking together so intimately, they couldn't help but start to think about the meaning behind it.

Just as Li Chengze was about to talk to Li Chengtian.

"His Majesty has arrived!!!"

At this moment, Eunuch Hou's shrill voice suddenly rang out.

Upon hearing this news, everyone immediately stood at attention, respectfully awaiting the emperor's arrival.

The entire hall became unusually quiet, the atmosphere tense and solemn.

Just then, a figure appeared outside the main hall.

The officials immediately bowed and shouted in unison:

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

Emperor Qing slowly walked into the main hall, his steps steady and powerful, each step carrying boundless pressure.

Compared to his carefree and unrestrained demeanor in the Imperial Study, Emperor Qing appeared more dignified and solemn at this moment.

He wore a gold and black dragon robe, embroidered with nine lifelike golden dragons, each of them baring its teeth and claws as if trying to break free of its restraints.

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He wore a beaded crown on his head, inlaid with countless crystal-clear gems that shimmered with dazzling light.

His face was stern, and his eyes were deep and unfathomable, exuding an inviolable majesty.

His lips curled slightly upward, seemingly carrying a subtle smile, but this smile sent chills down one's spine.

Emperor Qing walked to the dragon throne and slowly sat down.

Emperor Qing slightly raised his hand and said in a deep, magnetic voice:

"Alright, no need for formalities."

The officials all rose to their feet and stood ramrod straight.

They dared not look Emperor Qing in the eye; they could only lower their heads and await his instructions.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence, with only faint breathing and heartbeats echoing in the air.

Everyone could feel an invisible pressure enveloping the entire hall, making it hard for them to breathe.

This oppressive feeling was unbearable; even some civil officials involuntarily slowed their breathing, fearing that it would displease Emperor Qing.

Emperor Qing, dressed in a black dragon robe, sat upright on the dragon throne, solemnly looking down at the civil and military officials below.

His gaze was sharp and majestic, as keen as a hawk's, seemingly able to see through the surface of his ministers and discern their innermost thoughts.

After a long silence, Emperor Qing finally spoke, breaking the heavy atmosphere in the court.

"I'm sure all of you are already aware of the bloodshed that occurred outside Kyoto yesterday, right?"

So, what are your thoughts on this matter?

Emperor Qing's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible anger, instantly making the atmosphere in the court tense.

However, when faced with Emperor Qing's question, the courtiers fell silent.

No one dared to speak easily, for fear of offending the emperor's authority.

In this silence, the officials pondered to themselves:

"It's one thing to be shocked by something like this, and another to be terrified. What else can you do but stand there and watch?"

After all, this matter didn't concern them much; they were just bystanders.

"It seems no one has anything to say."

Emperor Qing's voice already carried a hint of anger. He coldly looked at the crowd before him and demanded:

"In the capital city, right under the emperor's nose, someone actually dared to ambush and kill the Minister of War of my Qing Kingdom outside the city!"

Even worse, they slaughtered five hundred of my elite red-armored cavalry!

Emperor Qing's eyes flashed with fury, as if he wanted to burn everyone to ashes.

His words, filled with anger and disappointment, plunged the entire court into silence.

"This is not only an insult to me personally, but also a provocation to my Great Qing Dynasty!"

As officials in Daqing, don't you have any thoughts on this?

Emperor Qing's voice was like a thunderclap, making the hearts of those in the court race and their faces turn pale.

The ministers all lowered their heads, expressing their fear and unease.