The Empress remarried, and I retaliated by wiping out the court.

one day ago.

"Your Majesty, I have received intelligence that the Regent intends to send someone to assassinate you."

When Ye Wudao heard Mo Jingyu's report, his first reaction was disbelief.

"That old scoundrel, trying to use me to deal with Xiao Linyuan? No way!"

Just as Ye Wudao was not taking the news to heart, he received a message from Xie Bingyu:

"Xiao Linyuan ordered my father to send someone to kill you. The person sent by the Number One Manor this time is my second uncle, Xie Wuming, who joined forces with the top assassin of the Misty Rain Pavilion, Blood Hand Ghost Butcher. Both of them are Grandmaster level experts. Be careful."

Ye Wudao was stunned.

Good guy.

They gave him a big one right away.

Is he, an ordinary person without any cultivation, worthy of two grandmasters personally taking action?

"Very well, very well, you two, the number one manor under heaven, the Misty Rain Pavilion, just you wait, one day I will destroy you!"

As a believer in following his heart, a national-level escape artist, and a lifetime candidate for the Nobel Prize in Deceitful Development, Ye Wudao made a decision on the spot—survival first!

So he contacted Mo Jingyu and asked him to take action secretly.

Even so, he still felt it wasn't safe. Mo Jingyu, that sixth brother, might wait until he died before coming out to reap the benefits.

Sure enough, it was Xie Bingyu who intervened when he was in the most danger.

Mo Jingyu is a Grandmaster. With his skills, how could he not save Ye Wudao?

wrong!

That bastard wants him dead!

Ye Wudao said calmly, "Minister Mo, I order you to capture this man alive!"

Mo Jingyu remained unmoved, his gaze sweeping over Xie Bingyu instead, and he smiled, "This righteous man has impressive skills. May I ask which school he studied under?"

Xie Bingyu snorted coldly and remained silent.

Xie Wuming glanced at Xie Bingyu a few times and said, "You seem very familiar. Have we met before?"

Xie Bingyu remained silent.

Ye Wudao sneered, "It seems that Minister Mo intends to reminisce today, let Xie Wuming go, and give face to the Number One Manor under Heaven?"

"Your Majesty! This humble subject had absolutely no such intention!"

Ye Wudao roared, "Then what are you waiting for? Make your move!"

Mo Jingyu sighed softly, looked at Xie Wuming, and said indifferently, "In the past, Brother Wuwang and I made a pact to fight to the death at Tianjian Mountain, but after Brother Wuwang was defeated, he broke his promise and fled."

Today, you will pay for your brother's life!

Xie Wuming was terrified and hurriedly retreated:

"No, you can't kill me! I'm the second-in-command of the manor, I still have value, I still..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Ye Wudao didn't even see when Mo Jingyu drew his sword.

All I saw was a flash of cold light.

next moment.

Mo Jingyu was already standing behind Xie Wuming, slowly sheathing the Embroidered Spring Blade.

"Clang—"

Xie Wuming froze on the spot only when the sound of the sheath being returned rang out.

He stared blankly down at the ground.

puff-

A line of blood stretched from his left shoulder down to his right abdomen.

The next moment, blood gushed out, and a huge knife wound appeared on his chest that almost split his body open, clearly showing his white ribs.

The sword's momentum had not yet ended.

His robes exploded open, and blood gushed out from his chest and back at the same time.

Blood mist filled the sky.

Ye Wudao stood very close, and scalding blood splattered out, like boiling water accidentally splashed on his face, very hot.

He wiped it off; it was sticky and had a slightly fishy, ​​hot smell.

Mo Jingyu sheathed his sword and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Your Majesty, this humble subject takes his leave."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Ye Wudao was stunned.

Is this the power of a top-tier expert?

If that blade had landed on me, I, a mere mortal, would have been easily shredded and killed!

He thought that with power, he could stand at the top of the world.

But the sticky blood on his face told him that having power alone was not enough; he also needed the strength to protect himself!

The power struggle within the Great Yan Empire has only just begun.

Today's assassination is merely the curtain rising on a political meat grinder.

If he has no power to protect himself, and he can escape assassination today, what about in the future?

A strong sense of crisis made Ye Wudao clench his fists tightly, his mouth dry.

He looked at Xie Wuming lying on the ground and suddenly spoke:

"Save him at all costs!"

…………

Inside the Jinyiwei Command Center, the paulownia trees rustled softly in the courtyard.

As soon as Mo Jingyu pushed open the door, a petite figure hopped and skipped over to her.

"Father!"

The girl wore a pale yellow dress, her hair was styled in two buns, and her eyes were curved into crescent moons.

It was none other than Ye Wudao's eighth empress—Mo Zhaozhao.

She circled around Mo Jingyu once, gently sniffing with her little nose.

"what?"

"Father smells of blood again. Did he kill someone again today?"

Mo Jingyu chuckled and reached out to rub her head.

"Your nose is quite sensitive."

Mo Zhaozhao chuckled, like a kitten that had just stolen a fish.

"Of course!"

"Of all the Embroidered Uniform Guards, Father has killed the most people."

As she spoke, she suddenly lowered her voice.

"I heard someone attempted to assassinate that useless emperor in the palace today?"

"Was it Father who saved him?"

"If it weren't for Father, he would be dead today."

Mo Jingyu took off his cloak and handed it to the servant.

He shook his head gently.

"Zhaozhao, do you really think someone who dared to take four empresses hostage, who dared to execute an imperial censor in court, who dared to kill a cabinet minister, who drove the regent to desperation in just two days... could be a good-for-nothing?"

Mo Zhaozhao puffed out her cheeks.

"But he doesn't know martial arts."

Mo Jingyu smiled.

"When does a wolf king need to bite people himself? A true wolf king only needs to know which dog to let out to bite."

Mo Zhaozhao was taken aback: "Father means..."

Mo Jingyu gazed at the night view outside the window, her voice calm.

"Even if I don't make a move today, he won't die. That kid doesn't trust me at all and has left himself a backup plan."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly laughed.

"Zhaozhao, be more discreet when you see His Majesty in the future. Don't let him sell you out one day and then help him count the silver."

Mo Zhaozhao: "???"

She stomped her feet angrily.

"Father! I'm not that stupid! With his little tricks, I can easily handle him..."

Upon hearing this, Mo Jingyu helplessly rubbed her daughter's head...

Suddenly, he thought of something and his eyes widened.

It seems Ye Wudao has already ruined Zhao Min and Luo Hanyan.

Oops!

His daughter is beautiful and cute, won't she be ruined by that shameless dead pig?

…………

Jingxin Palace.

"Wife, please stay close..."

"Wife, please tell me, is there any way to quickly increase my strength?"

"Honey, please don't ignore me..."

After witnessing Mo Jingyu's stunning sword strike, Ye Wudao decided to work hard and cultivate martial arts.

Xie Bingyu frowned slightly.

"Don't shout, we haven't..."

"Okay, okay."

Ye Wudao quickly changed his tune.

"Tell me, is there any way to quickly increase my strength?"

Xie Bingyu glanced at him indifferently, "No."

Ye Wudao: "..."

So heartless?

Xie Bingyu said expressionlessly:

"There are no shortcuts in the path of martial arts. All martial artists under heaven spend ten years honing their skills and a hundred years seeking the Dao. To think that one day can reach the heavens is nothing but a fool's dream."

Ye Wudao was still unwilling to give up. "If I start practicing now, is it too late?"

Xie Bingyu was silent for a moment, "It's too late. The most important thing in martial arts foundation building is physical constitution. Children start to train their tendons and bones at the age of three, temper their qi and blood at the age of six, and only after the age of twelve can they formally step into the martial arts path. If one can step into Ming Jin before the age of fifteen, one can be considered to have good talent. If one can reach An Jin before the age of twenty, one is already a genius."

"And you..."

She looked at Ye Wudao.

"At eighteen, your muscles and bones have not been tempered, and your meridians have not been refined. If you start cultivating now, you can at most reach the level of an ordinary martial artist."

Ye Wudao touched his nose.

"Does that mean... I'm beyond saving?"

Xie Bingyu shook her head.

"It's not that there's no hope, but your potential is limited. If you want to become a grandmaster, it's almost impossible."

Ye Wudao's eyes lit up.

He didn't want to become any stronger, but the current political situation in the court was turbulent, and if he didn't have enough strength to protect himself, he might not be so lucky if he were to be assassinated next time.

then.

Next, Ye Wudao began to relentlessly pursue Xie Bingyu.

including but not limited to:

"Wife, kiss me..."

"Wife, darling..."

"Wife..."

It's not shameful to act cute with your wife!

Unable to bear Ye Wudao's shameless pestering any longer, Xie Bingyu took out a yellowed ancient book.

The cover had five words written on it:

"Ode to the Intercourse of Yin and Yang"