Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Qin Han had already entered the main hall, and Jiang Yuyan retreated behind him, her satisfied expression still lingering.

"Your Highness, I couldn't help myself..."

"It's alright."

Qin Han waved his hand and turned his gaze to the bewildered Imperial Guards in the courtyard.

He had long known that when he actually sent troops to garrison Xiangyang, people in Lin'an would definitely become restless.

Lin Xian'er, who was originally placed by Cai Jing's side, had been keeping track of everything that happened in the capital. Today's scene was part of his scheme. After discovering that the eunuch's martial arts skills were mediocre, he directly used a soul-capturing technique to control him and make him lose his mind.

How could a powerful and influential prince be insulted like this by a dead eunuch?

It's not reasonable for me to take action, otherwise any Tom, Dick, or Harry would dare to bare their teeth at me, and I could also let Guo Jing see the true face of the imperial court.

"Go back and tell the Emperor that this eunuch spoke disrespectfully to me and has been executed by me in public."

"As for the grain and supplies in Xiangyang, as well as the defenses of Xiangyang, I will transfer my private property and generals from Shu to take up their posts."

He paused, a smile appearing on his lips.

"If the officials of the court feel that there is a problem with what I am doing, then I will leave with the Beggars' Sect and the Guo family. Let the court send people over to solve the problems of Mongolia."

The Imperial Guard captains were terrified. It was a battle of gods, and their subordinates were doomed... They dared not utter another word and quickly accepted the order to leave with their men.

Some of them had been so weak in the legs that they couldn't even stand up, and had to be dragged out by their companions.

Soon only the Tiger Guard soldiers and Guo Jing's family remained in the courtyard.

Guo Jing stared blankly down at the dusty imperial gold plaque at his feet.

Huang Rong held his arm and felt her husband's hand trembling slightly.

"Brother Jing..."

Guo Jing slowly bent down and picked up the gold medal from the ground.

The gold plaque is engraved with nine five-clawed golden dragons, symbolizing the supreme authority of the Song Dynasty emperor.

Guo Jing stared at the sign for a long time.

Countless images suddenly flashed through my mind.

When I was young, I learned archery from my master Jebe on the Mongolian grasslands.

Temujin patted him on the shoulder and said that Guo Jing was the child he valued most, and that he would become the most outstanding eagle on the grassland in the future.

The blush on Hua Zheng's face when she handed him the engagement jade pendant.

Before his death, his mother held his hand and said, "Jing'er, you must become a true and upright Han Chinese."

Later, on the city wall of Xiangyang, he and Rong'er stood side by side, looking at the endless Mongol military tents outside the city.

He told his brothers who were defending the city that the imperial court would definitely send reinforcements.

He told the Beggars' Sect disciples, "We are guarding the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, and behind us are our wives, children, and elderly parents. How can we retreat?!"

He told all those who believed in him that loyalty and righteousness were more important than life itself.

But now.

The gold medal in my hand was ice-cold.

"Rong'er".

Guo Jing's voice was hoarse.

"You said that General Yue Fei at Fengbo Pavilion... in his final moments, did he ever regret it?"

Huang Rong's eyes welled up with tears, and she gripped his hand tightly.

I don’t know whether General Yue regretted it or not, but I know that his wife and children must have.

"I regret not being able to dissuade him, and I regret not letting him see the true face of the imperial court sooner."

Guo Jing closed his eyes, and two streams of tears slid down his cheeks.

When she opened her eyes again, the struggle and hesitation in them had faded.

He gently placed the imperial gold plaque on the edge of the flower bed next to him, then turned and walked towards the main hall.

Huang Rong was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

inside the house.

Qin Han was sitting in the main seat, holding a cup of tea that Jiang Yuyan had just brewed.

Guo Jing walked in, his steps still a little unsteady, but that was only because he hadn't eaten much for many days.

He stopped in front of Qin Han, and their eyes met in the air.

A place as calm as still water.

A complex and multifaceted entity.

"Your Highness."

Guo Jing spoke up, "You killed Lü Wende, you transported the grain to Xiangyang, you negotiated the retreat of the Mongols outside the city, and you also saved my life, Guo Jing's life."

"I owe you four lives, and I owe the people of Xiangyang an explanation."

He pulled a palm-sized token from his pocket.

The token is entirely black, with the words "Xiangyang" engraved on the front and the tiger stripe of the Privy Council and its serial number on the back.

This military tally represents the highest command authority in Xiangyang City. It was personally awarded to Lü Wende by the Privy Council back then, and after Lü Wende's death, it obviously fell into the hands of Guo Jing.

This is why Lin'an sent people to recruit Guo Jing, intending for him to cooperate with the angels to send Qin Han back.

Little did they know that Qin Han was a cut above the rest. Qin Han had people around Cai Jing, and he used everything to his advantage, turning the tables on Cai Jing. The eunuch was completely out of his depth.

Guo Jing presented the military tally with both hands.

"Guo is incompetent and cannot defend this city."

"From this day forward, the command of the defense of Xiangyang City shall be entirely handed over to Your Highness."

After he finished speaking, Guo Jing felt as if the huge rock that had been pressing on his chest for decades had suddenly loosened.

Qin Han looked at the military tally on the table, then at Guo Jing.

He then raised his hand and the military tally fell into his grasp.

"Master Guo, you've made a wise decision."

He got up and walked to Guo Jing.

"I have a few words for you."

If a ruler treats his subjects as his hands and feet, then his subjects will treat his ruler as their heart and soul.

If a ruler treats his subjects like dogs and horses, then the subjects will treat the ruler as a fellow countryman.

If a ruler treats his subjects like dirt, then the subjects will treat the ruler like an enemy.

Guo Jing raised his head and looked at Qin Han's young and dignified face.

He did not answer.

But it was not denied either.

Huang Rong stood aside; she knew Guo Jing all too well.

The fact that Brother Jing didn't refuse on the spot was already the biggest concession.

Outside the courtyard.

The four elders of the Beggars' Sect—Lu Youjiao, Elder Peng, Elder Jian, and Elder Liang—had been waiting outside.

Behind them stood tens of thousands of Xiangyang garrison troops and chivalrous heroes who had spontaneously defended the city.

These people have been guarding Xiangyang for several years, more than ten years, or even decades.

They were starving, they didn't get paid, and they died one after another.

But they never backed down.

Because Guo Jing set an example by standing at the very front of them.

As Guo Jing once said, the backbone of the Han people must not be broken.

The Beggars' Sect disciples had already relayed everything that had happened in the mansion.

When Guo Jing said he would hand over the military tally, Lu Youjiao took the lead and knelt on one knee.

"Long live the King of Shu!"

Elder Peng then knelt down.

Elder Jian then knelt down.

Elder Liang then knelt down.

Behind the four elders, the ragged but determined Beggar Clan disciples all knelt down in unison.

Next came the garrison commanders.

Then came the chivalrous heroes who came from all corners of the country.

The dense crowd stretched from the gate of the government office all the way to the north of Xiangyang City.

"Long live the King of Shu!"

"Long live the King of Shu!"

"Long live the King of Shu!"

A roar like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami echoed over Xiangyang City.

Guo Fu, standing behind Guo Jing, covered her mouth as she watched the scene unfold.

She had never seen anything like it before.

The man she initially found too ruthless and heartless now stood before everyone, calmly accepting the kneeling worship of these hardened men.

And her father, Guo Jing, who had guarded Xiangyang for half his life, stood to the side.

Although he did not kneel down, he also did not speak out to stop it.

Guo Fu suddenly remembered what her mother had told her a few days ago.

Fu'er, that King Qin Han of Shu is no ordinary person.

Sometimes, once you miss it, it's gone forever.

Looking at Qin Han's profile, something took root and sprouted in my heart, and now it's growing faster and faster.