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

Chapter 369: Holding the Moon

Lord Zhao looked at the emperor's armor before him.

Is that a dragon robe?!

capital offense!

This is a capital offense punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family!

Impersonating the emperor is a capital offense; sentencing the emperor to death is also a capital offense!

Today, either he or Murong Fu will die!

At this moment, Lord Zhao's mind was racing, constantly thinking about how to save the heads of his entire family.

Let's take a gamble! Since I've already offended them, I might as well try and have a chance to survive.

I've managed this town for years; I can keep it under control. Even the emperor, without his guards, couldn't leave my county office...

..."

The voice in my heart flowed rapidly.

It felt like many years had passed, yet also like a fleeting moment.

Lord Zhao then gritted his teeth and thought to himself, "I'll risk it all!"

He rushed to Murong Fu and shouted, "Your humble servant Zhao Tanguan pays his respects to Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!"

I'm going to take him down, aren't I?

Damn habit.

Over the years, Lord Zhao has become accustomed to kneeling, and he can kneel down and call any high-ranking official "father" on the spot, let alone someone wearing a dragon robe.

As Zhao Tanguan knelt on the ground, the other yamen runners, clerks, registrars... and even the common people outside all kowtowed and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

Zhao Tanguan is now so desperate he feels like dying; he can only blame the terrifying power of muscle memory.

Zhao Tanguan realized that it was probably too late for him to get up now; the tide had turned.

Murong Fu looked at the crowd kneeling down and suddenly felt a little bored.

A sudden wave of loneliness, typical of emperors, washed over him.

I don't know why that character in that TV series in my past life was so fond of this kind of thing.

Somewhat uninterested, he said, "Arrest these two men surnamed Zhao and throw them in jail."

"Investigate what crimes they committed, and see if it's enough to just kill these two, or if it's necessary to exterminate their entire family, or even their entire clan."

"Yes!" The surrounding constables rushed forward and tied up the Zhao father and son.

Zhao Tanguan kept begging for mercy: "Your Majesty, it's all the fault of my rebellious son. Please forgive me, please forgive me."

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After seeing Murong Fu leave with Yaoyue, and as he was being dragged away, he cursed his son, "You bastard! How did my Zhao family end up with a debt collector like you?!"

I'll kill you, you brat!

Throughout the process, he kept twisting his body, wanting to kick his damn son to death.

However, his health was still somewhat poor, and he was unable to fulfill his wish.

But Young Master Zhao seemed dumbfounded: "How could this be? He was clearly just a commoner, how did he suddenly become the emperor..."

How could that be?

Just then, Murong Fu's voice came from outside: "Don't let Zhao Long, that lecherous monk, get away with it, as well as his servants."

Take them all.

After saying that, he took Yaoyue and rode away on the eagle.

All that remained was a chaotic mess at the county government office.

The moon, perched atop the giant eagle, asked, "Are you just leaving like that?"

Murong Fu said, "Otherwise what?"

Yaoyue said, "Why not just kill him?"

Murong Fu said, "A country has its laws, and as the emperor, I have even less need to handle everything personally."

Moreover... through this case, all I need to do is observe the follow-up handling and details; by following the clues, I might be able to kill a few more people.

Yaoyue shook her head and said, "Being an emperor is really troublesome."

"Not as good as my Palace Mistress of the Flower Shifting Palace."

Murong Fu pinched Yaoyue's chin and said, "Who can catch up with you?"

Let's go back.

Yaoyue nodded. Although she hadn't done anything, she suddenly felt a little tired.

Murong Fu turned to Yaoyue and said, "Then let's go back to the capital and get married!"

Upon hearing this, Yaoyue was shocked: "A wedding ceremony?! Why another wedding ceremony?!"

Murong Fu said, "Didn't we agree that we would get married after we finished shopping?"

I made all the arrangements before I left.

"It's really all arranged."

Looking at the newly renovated room, Yaoyue couldn't help but sigh, "Being an emperor does have its merits."

Although their Yihua Palace is a unique entity in the martial arts world, they are still laymen in many matters.

Especially in worldly pleasures.

Although she is Yaoyue, she is also a woman.

I've almost always worn clothes in plain colors since I was a child, but seeing this gold-embroidered red wedding dress in front of me was quite a sight.

Murong Fu wrapped his arms around Yaoyue's waist from behind, resting his chin on her collarbone, and asked, "Do you like it?"

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"I don't like it," Yaoyue said coldly, twisting her body, trying to break free from Murong Fu's clutches.

But he found he couldn't break free and ended up being twisted and turned by Murong Fu.

After all, although Yaoyue was already over forty years old, due to the special effects of Mingyu Gong, she showed no signs of aging whatsoever.

But that mature and sexy charm is something that accumulates gradually.

A famous wine connoisseur once said, "Women are like fine wine, they become more mellow with age."

Murong Fu also sensed this unique charm from Yaoyue at this moment.

After spending these two days together, especially after sleeping with Murong Fu, Yaoyue's resistance to Murong Fu was not as strong as it had been at the beginning.

In particular, her body harbored an inexplicable longing for Murong Fu.

But the truth is that both of them practiced the Mingyu Gong, and the normal attraction between people with the same technique, coupled with Murong Fu's strong masculine aura, made him fatally attractive to Yaoyue, who had remained chaste for over forty years.

"Get out," Yaoyue said, panting. "You go out first."

Murong Fu wiped his mouth and said, "Alright, I'll wait for you to change."

He then closed the door.

Upon opening it again, one sees the radiant Invitation to the Moon.

She wore a scarlet silk robe embroidered with gold cloud and dragon patterns, with a chicken-shaped gold pendant. The inner lining was made of dark blue silk woven with twelve phoenix patterns, and upon closer inspection, there were embroidered totems of mountains, rivers and the state.

The jade belt at the waist has twenty pieces, with three at the front hips corresponding to Heaven, Earth, and Man; six on each side, signifying the Six Harmonies; and seven at the back, symbolizing the Seven Stars.

After looking at it, Murong Fu smiled and said, "This outfit looks better. You look more elegant in red."

Yaoyue never expected that she would be wearing such a wedding dress. Perhaps she had such a dream when she was a child or twenty years ago.

But as her status rose and her martial arts skills improved, all of this seemed to be fading away from him, yet unexpectedly, it has come true again today.

The eunuch who had just arrived said to Murong Fu with a wry smile: This is against etiquette, this is against the rules.

However, he was kicked over by Murong Fu, leaving behind only the words "You're too talkative."

Then he took Yaoyue to the wedding venue that had already been decorated, and they went to pay their respects to heaven and earth and get married.

He's an expert at this job.

Those sitting below were all palace maids and eunuchs.

Weddings should always be lively and festive.

At first, these people were all terrified and wanted to kneel down.

But Murong Fu didn't like this strange atmosphere either. He directly arranged for the banquet to begin first, and the business to proceed while they ate.

But how could they dare to start ahead of time? Those who served in the palace and had too many ideas of their own were already dead.

Half an hour later, Murong Fu and Yaoyue entered the bridal chamber...

The first thing Murong Fu did after removing Yaoyue's clothes was to release the pressure points that had been sealed off.

He needs a worthy opponent.