If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

"Go, go and ask His Majesty for permission."

"I'll give you three days. After that, I will inspect each of the surrounding counties of Yuyang County."

"Within three days, the new laws must be fully implemented in all counties of Youzhou."

"Within ten days, each county must implement this to every household. I believe you gentlemen have the ability to do so, so please don't let me down."

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the heads of the crowd, and his tone suddenly became more serious.

"As you gentlemen know, I have a temper."

I, Zhou, do not wish for what happened today to happen to any of you gentlemen.

As soon as these words were spoken, Gongsun Gu and Bai Chengsheng, who were standing at the front, blurted out their opinions almost simultaneously, their voices rising and falling as they rushed to express their views:

"Rest assured, Lord Zhou! We will definitely complete the promotion of the new laws within three days!"

"Yes! It will definitely be completed within three days!"

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"Yes, yes, yes! I guarantee it will be done!"

A group of people rushed to express their loyalty, afraid of being a step behind others, their voices clamoring together.

Zhou Ming waved casually at them, then turned away and focused his attention back on the black-armored soldiers who were busy at the entrance of the Meng residence.

A group of people bowed and clasped their hands in front of Zhou Ming's back, not daring to breathe.

Then, bending over, he slowly backed away, only daring to turn around when he was far enough away, and quickly disappeared at the end of the long street in the direction he had come from.

Some people's legs were still shaking, and they walked with a limp, but no one dared to stop and rub them.

Zhou Ming was not surprised that this group of patriarchs from prominent families had come together.

His divine sense always covered the entire western district of the city, and he knew exactly how many shivers those family heads shivered in their studies before leaving home.

Not only the commotion in the west of the city, but also the situation inside the palace was vividly imprinted in his mind.

Su Mingyue sat behind the dragon desk in the Qian Yuan Hall. Every few minutes, a messenger returning from the west of the city would report to her on the progress of Zhou Ming's side.

From Zhou Ming leading his troops to besiege Zheng's residence to slaying several Blood Refining Realm martial artists with a single sword strike.

From Zheng Yaoming kneeling and kowtowing to beg for mercy to him slowly uttering the words "too late".

From kneeling before the horse to pledge his loyalty to being stuffed into a prison cart because "his knees did not touch the ground at the same time".

Gongsun Gu and Bai Chengsheng led the clan heads to kneel and move in front of him.

Every detail, every word, was relayed to Su Mingyue's ears by the messenger without a single mistake.

However, when the messenger reported the news word for word that Zhou Ming had decapitated several people with a single sword strike in front of the Zheng residence, his sword flashing like lightning and unstoppable, it was a shock.

Su Mingyue's hand holding the vermilion pen paused for a very brief moment in mid-air.

The pause was so short that only she knew it.

She set the memorial aside, looked up at the messenger, her face still calm and composed, but her heart was in turmoil.

She truly hadn't expected Zhou Ming to possess such martial prowess.

Blood Refining Realm warriors are those who can take on a hundred men on the battlefield. When a group of Blood Refining Realm warriors stormed into the palace, the entire Imperial Guard defense line of Yongning City was torn to pieces.

If it weren't for the Black Armor Army's overwhelming numbers of magical troops, the entire Yongning City would probably have been reduced to ruins.

But Zhou Ming only drew his sword once.

With a single sword strike, several Blood Refining Realm warriors were beheaded, without even a chance to retaliate.

Su Mingyue put down her vermilion brush, picked up her teacup, and took a sip, using this action to slowly suppress the surprise surging in her eyes.

She suddenly remembered the two jade slips Zhou Ming had given her. One of them contained the sword control techniques, from the sword control techniques of the Qi Refining stage all the way to the Splitting Light and Shadow Sword Technique of the Golden Core stage.

The other one contains a complete encyclopedia of spells, including spells based on the five elements, wind, thunder, and ice, as well as defensive and support spells.

There's no reason why Zhou Ming wouldn't have practiced these two jade slips himself if he was willing to give them to her.

However, after she retrieved the jade slip, she studied it for several days, but still had no clue about the jade slip that recorded the sword control technique.

Let alone the most basic step of communicating with the sword with divine sense, she didn't even know what divine sense was.

It seems that Zhou Ming's talent for cultivation is far superior to hers.

Just as Su Mingyue was pondering, Chunlan tiptoed in and bowed to report:

"Your Majesty, dozens of ministers have come to request an audience and are currently waiting outside the palace gates."

Su Mingyue nodded slightly, placed her teacup on the dragon table, and instead of receiving them in the Qian Yuan Hall, she got up and went straight to the Taihe Hall.

Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, it wasn't just the heads of powerful clans who came; a large group of officials from humble backgrounds, led by Feng Wei, also arrived, forming a dense, dark mass.

Dozens of ministers had already lined up according to their rank.

The layout was almost identical to that of the morning court session, except that three people were missing: Zheng Yaoming, Meng Xi, and Zhou Ming.

Su Mingyue sat upright on the dragon throne, her face expressionless, but in her heart she had already prepared for the worst.

If this group of people comes to jointly impeach Zhou Ming, how should she deal with it?

Should we suppress it, drag it out, or reject it outright?

A joint impeachment by dozens of people would be a major event that would shake the court and the public in any dynasty.

However, the impeachment she had imagined did not come.

These dozens of ministers walked to the front of the imperial steps and knelt down in unison, their foreheads touching the gold brick floor, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Gongsun Gu spoke first, his voice hoarse but unusually firm:

"Your Majesty! We request permission to travel to all prefectures and counties to promote the new laws! We are willing to lead by example and ensure that the new laws are implemented in every prefecture and county!"

Then came Bai Chengsheng, followed by the other family heads, one after another requesting permission, their tones growing more earnest with each successive request.

Su Mingyue sat upright on the dragon throne, looking at the densely packed white heads kneeling at her feet, her face still showing that calm and serene expression.

She knew better than anyone else.

This group of people didn't suddenly have an epiphany, nor were they inspired by any grand righteousness for the country and its people.

They were frightened by Zhou Ming.

They were terrified by Zhou Ming's sword strike, terrified by the despair of Zheng Yaoming's head breaking but still not being able to save his life, and terrified by Meng Xi being put on the prison van for the absurd reason that "his knees did not touch the ground at the same time".

She knows these aristocratic families all too well.

They are not afraid to reason, not afraid to discuss their ancestors, and not afraid to bring up centuries of tradition to debate with you.

But they were afraid of knives.

Especially those kinds of knives that are unreasonable, so fast that you can't react in time, and don't even have time to say your last words.

Su Mingyue knew what was going on, but the group of poor scholars standing on the right side of the steps were completely unaware.

Feng Wei stood at the front, his brows furrowed, his gaze sweeping over the aristocratic ministers whose attitudes had drastically changed in just a few hours, now kneeling on the ground vying to go to the provinces to promote the new laws.

The officials from humble backgrounds behind him exchanged glances and whispered among themselves:

"Didn't they keep saying during the morning court session that the new laws were digging up the foundations of the state and destroying the nation?"

"How come you volunteered to promote it in less than half a day?"

"What...what happened?"