Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 173 Regicide, the new emperor

"Has Your Majesty ever had a single day to labor and experience the hardships of the common people?"

Before Yelü Hongji could answer, Murong Fu cut off his hands and feet.

"Your Majesty, it's like this: the common people only need to pay taxes and perform military service to the best of their ability, and then die. Your Majesty has a lot more to consider."

Before Yelü Hongji could fall to the ground, Murong Fu grabbed him by the neck.

Yelü Hongji, who had already become a cripple, was instead freed from fear. His face flushed red as he glared at Murong Fu and said:

"Thieves... barbarians... kill them all..."

Before he could finish speaking, Murong Fu snapped his neck.

His eyes widened, his pupils dilated, as if he were looking back on his entire life. He harbored grand ambitions, and since ascending the throne, he had thought every day about realizing the ideal he had wanted to achieve since the founding of the Liao Dynasty: to conquer that fertile land.

But death is death, and all is vanity.

One moment he was the most honored emperor in the world, receiving the worship of all people.

At this moment, however, it was a mutilated, warm corpse that rapidly turned cold.

Murong Fu turned his head and saw Qiao Feng, who was deep in thought.

Knowing he was upset, Murong Fu comforted him, saying:

"Brother, this is the best ending for him. Being a puppet emperor would have been worse than death for him."

And that's why you're worried about me.

Qiao Feng kept his head down, but he nodded. Murong Fu knew that he would be fine. Qiao Feng had already figured out the reason, and was only sad for a moment.

Murong Fu waved his hand, and the little bee, who was of one mind with him, ordered all the bees and their offspring to leave the main hall.

But those outside the hall could see a swarm of bees, like dark clouds, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Inside the main hall, everyone saw that Yelü Hongji was already dead, and the person in front of them also had the means to kill them all in an instant... or even sorcery.

If even the emperor was killed, what chance would they have?

Many people already sensed that they might be about to die, and they murmured their pleas for Murong Fu's mercy, but they dared not raise their voices, for fear of offending him and being the first to die.

However, some loyal ministers, upon seeing Yelü Hongji's death, glared angrily at Murong Fu and Qiao Feng, as if they wanted to skin and devour them alive.

Seeing how easily the emperor had been killed and the entire court had been brought under control, Guo Jing felt even greater respect for Murong Fu and asked:

"Brother Murong, what do we do next?"

Murong Fu nodded and indeed summoned Wang Yuyan and Tianshan Tonglao, who were hiding in the palace.

After the two entered, Murong Fu said:

"Get to work."

Give those who advocate peace a death warrant, and kill those who still advocate war.

Murong Fu's voice wasn't loud, but thanks to his internal energy, everyone could hear it clearly.

Moreover, some time ago, Murong Fu learned the Soul-Searching Technique from Li Qiushui. If Murong Fu wanted to,

It can even be precisely transmitted to all people on the same frequency, and even covering one's ears won't block it. But Murong Fu only has a rudimentary understanding of it now; he can explore it in detail after it's all over.

Upon hearing Murong Fu's words, many people were overjoyed, thinking that he could also be with Song, and that he could also love Song.

But some people just snorted coldly.

In particular, the Confucian scholar who had previously been by Yelü Hongji's side said to Murong Fu:

"Rebellious officials and traitors!

Kill him if you must, it's better than that fickle, ungrateful scoundrel!

Murong Fu cleaved him in two with a single sword strike, then asked, "Who else?"

Seeing more than ten people approaching him, Murong Fu said:

"Come on, everyone stand in front."

Then Murong Fu slit their throats with a single sword stroke.

Even though each official was of different heights and statures, Murong Fu's swordsmanship was flawless, giving everyone a satisfying defeat.

Murong Fu knew that these people were loyal ministers of the Liao Dynasty and Yelü Hongji, and naturally also the main force advocating an attack on the Song Dynasty.

The rest, those who are afraid of death, are the ones who can live a peaceful and stable life.

Murong Fu then said, "Cousin, Granny Tong, I think the remaining officials all want to settle this. Let's split it in half, that's about forty people. Let's give each of them a life-or-death talisman."

The old woman said, "I'm too lazy to cast a life-or-death spell on these worms."

Didn't you call me here that day to handle something important?

Murong Fu then said, "Those who are unwilling to surrender can be killed. In truth, does a country really need so many officials?"

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Those officials who thought they had survived the ordeal were now filled with anxiety again, and they kowtowed one after another, begging the two grandmothers to cast some kind of spell on them.

Although I know that my life or death will likely be in someone else's hands after I go down, at least I can escape death now.

Tong Lao casually killed a few people she didn't like. Then, like Wang Yuyan, she started to place life-and-death talismans on these people. Those who had the life-and-death talismans placed on them immediately felt an unbearable itch in their acupoints and began to wail and roll around in pain. The four swordsmen, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, also came in and fed the antidote to each of them.

Murong Fu then asked Qiao Feng:

"Brother Qiao, now that the Emperor of Liao is dead and the throne is vacant, you are also a nobleman of Liao..."

Qiao Feng said, "Brother, after today, we have been able to ease the tensions between the Song and Liao dynasties and save the people from suffering. My wish has been fulfilled."

Yelü Hongji is, after all, my elder brother. How could I possibly usurp the throne now? Brother, you make the arrangements. From now on, I only wish to be with my brothers and never return to this place of sorrow.

Murong Fu nodded and asked, "Does your Liao Dynasty have any crown prince?"

A young official immediately said, "Yelü Yanxi, he is the emperor's grandson and has been made crown prince."

Murong Fu asked, "Where is he?"

Then they saw a teenager, who was nervously identified by the crowd.

Murong Fu nodded: "Not being killed by Tong Lao can be considered a bit of luck."

Do you want to be emperor?

Yelü Yanxi, who had been trembling with fear, suddenly knelt down, his features scrunched up, and said with a firm and pleading expression, "I...I want to be emperor so badly."

I...I dream about it all the time.

I miss myself so much.

Seeing Yelü Yanxi's pure desire for the throne, Murong Fu nodded, helped him up, and said, "Indeed, he is suitable to be emperor."

So, do you think this war should be fought?

Yelü Yanxi swallowed hard and said firmly, "It's not me who thinks, it's you who thinks."

"You say we fight, so we fight; you say we don't fight, so we can't fight."

Murong Fu nodded, and then personally placed the Life and Death Talisman on him.

The prince felt an unbearable numbness and itching in many acupoints all over his body, as if thousands of ants were biting him at the same time.

Unlike other officials who rolled on the ground and made a fool of themselves, he knelt down with all his might.

He said to Murong Fu:

"Thank you...Lord Murong...for bestowing this talisman."

Murong Fu also took out a bottle of pills from his personal space, tossed it to him, and said:

"Take one pill at a time, one pill will last for seven days."

Yelü Yanxi looked at the small green bottle in front of him, trembling as he rubbed it. He then poured it out onto the ground, spilling out a pill the size of a bean. He immediately threw it into his mouth, but the medicine didn't dissolve immediately. It took about an hour for the intense itching to completely subside.

He had already scratched several places on his body by accident.

But compared to the officials around him, he was almost unharmed.

Murong Fu could see his unwavering resolve, but he paid no attention to it.

At this moment, the hall was a complete mess, with blood, brain matter, urine... flowing freely, completely changing the appearance of the usually solemn and majestic hall.

Seeing that everyone had regained their senses, Murong Fu said:

"From this day forward, from this moment forward, Yelü Yanxi is the new emperor."

From that moment on, the Liao Dynasty would never again wage war against the Song Dynasty.

He then said to Yelü Yanxi, "In a few days, a man named Bao Butong will come to you to discuss the establishment of the Murong Escort Agency. The Liao Dynasty will fully support him. From now on, your antidotes will also be provided by the Murong Escort Agency."

Furthermore, soldiers who wished to return home were allowed to retire and go home, while the remaining soldiers were partially assigned to work with the escort agency.

Do you understand?

Yelü Yanxi nodded tremblingly: "Understood."

Murong Fu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Do a good job."

He then added, "The dead have all been given proper burials, haven't they?"

He then led the others out of the main hall. Yelü Yanxi and his ministers went to the entrance of the main hall to see them off. When they could no longer see Murong Fu and the others, they stood there watching for a very long time.

He knew that he was now the emperor, and an invincible one at that.

But he also knew that from then on, his Yelü family would always be Murong Fu's puppets...:... Perhaps after Murong Fu's death...::... but he himself would definitely not live to see that day.

He stopped thinking about it and, as the new emperor, stood in front of the hall for a very long time.

Murong Fu and his party returned to the inn at a leisurely pace.

Murong Fu didn't say much, but he drank a lot more wine with Qiao Feng and Guo Jing.

This was the first time he had seen Qiao Feng drunk.

The next day, Qiao Feng seemed to have returned to his original self, whether he had let go of his resentment or simply suppressed it deep in his heart.

After finishing their business, the group naturally wanted to take a good look around the capital.

Qiao Feng also enthusiastically introduced them to the local features and scenery.

Only Guo Jing remained somewhat worried. Murong Fu knew that he was concerned about his Xiangyang and the people of the Song Dynasty, so he explained to him repeatedly that the time to return would be the time to leave, which finally stopped him from worrying unnecessarily.

Two days later, Murong Fu suddenly said to Qiao Feng during a meal, "Brother Qiao, take us to the privet area tomorrow."

Qiao Feng, who was drinking, suddenly froze, a bitter look on his face: "The Wanyan family also..."

Murong Fu said, "Nonsense, what are you thinking, brother? I just want to talk business with them."

They have no soldiers now, and there's no possibility of them ever founding a country. I won't make things difficult for them.

Qiao Feng nodded. He knew what Jin Ting would do in the future, but he also agreed with Murong Fu's words.

The next day, he led Murong Fu and the others to meet the man wearing a tiger skin.

It was at this time that news suddenly spread from the Liao Kingdom: Yelü Hongji had died suddenly from an illness, and his grandson Yelü Yanxi had ascended the throne.

The whole world trembled.