Palace Fighting Naive Concubines’ Ascent to Power
Chapter 311 Lian Bingcheng vs Emperor

Chapter 311: Chapter 311 Lian Bingcheng vs Emperor

"Teach, teach, teach," he laughed merrily and then called to the men on the wall, "Make sure you teach Little Bingcai well. If you can’t teach him, that won’t do—you must teach him until he learns."

Lian Bingcai nodded continuously in agreement, "Yes, yes, yes, you must teach him well."

Two men came down from the wall and took the joyous Lian Bingcai away.

Hu Miaomiao’s eyes shone with compassion as she smiled and watched Lian Bingcai leave. Since he was so eager to learn, why not fulfill his wish and do a good deed for once?

After dealing with Lian Bingcai, Hu Miaomiao’s round body began to exert energy, she rushed towards the Emperor like a gust of wind, moving extremely fast.

The Emperor walked swiftly as well. Lian Bingcheng, who hadn’t gone very far, was deep in thought and not walking quickly, and was soon caught up to.

He heard a noise behind him, the steps were steady and strong, not belonging to his foolish younger brother nor the robust man.

Turning around puzzled, he saw a young man with a striking posture and a distinguished presence approaching him.

He involuntarily stopped and turned to look at the newcomer, feeling instinctively that this person was inviolable. He carried an air of superiority and was unlike anyone he had encountered in his decades of life.

He stood rooted to the spot, a question slowly forming in his mind: Who is this...?

The Emperor was also observing Lian Bingcheng, thinking this must be the Little Concubine’s Clan Uncle, dressed in a Confucian robe with a scholar’s head cloth, his face lean yet spirited, standing as firm as a pine tree.

Seeing is believing. The Little Concubine’s Clan Uncle was even more impressive than Hu Miaomiao had described.

This was the protector of his Little Concubine, a man deserving of his respect.

With a completely different attitude from that towards Lian Bingcai, the Emperor walked towards him, his face assuming a solemn expression, just about to speak.

At that moment, Hu Miaomiao arrived, running like a whirlwind behind the Emperor, shouting, "Your Majesty, wait for your servant. Let your servant guide you."

After collecting himself, he seemed to see someone standing ahead; focusing his gaze, he immediately smiled broadly and said, "Ah, haven’t seen you for a few days, Mr. Lian still looks so vital and vigorous, really makes one miss you. How’s your health?"

Lian Bingcheng came to his senses, saw Hu Miaomiao, and turned to leave.

This chubby man had a cunning look and had restrained his family here with unknown intentions—definitely no good person.

He had hoped that this young man with an extraordinary demeanor would be different. To his disappointment, he was associated with the chubby man, just birds of a feather—neither were good...

Forget it, he won’t curse the rest; in short, birds of a feather, not worth bothering about.

Hu Miaomiao, having faced a setback, touched his plump stomach, his face bearing an awkward smile.

He and Mr. Lian seemed inherently at odds, invariably disliked by him, always scowled at upon meeting, especially now with His Majesty witnessing this, oh dear.

The Emperor glanced at Hu Miaomiao, then back to the lean old man turning away and couldn’t help but smile.

He noticed a peculiar quality. How did this Clan Uncle possess a stubborn streak so similar to that of his Little Concubine?

Seeing His Majesty smile, Hu Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief. His Majesty wasn’t blaming him, but he had to catch the man quickly.

Thinking this, Hu Miaomiao wanted to move but feared causing offense, hesitatingly looking towards the Emperor.

The Emperor glanced at him and nodded slightly, giving his tacit approval.

He could not delay any longer here, he had to proceed even if it meant offending.

With the Emperor’s consent, Hu Miaomiao hurriedly shouted as he chased after Lian Bingcheng, blocking his path and saying with a broad smile, "Mr. Lian, please stay. Staying benefits us all, no need to rush off, we aren’t bad people, won’t harm you, ensuring you are well cared for. Just rest assured."

The situation was beyond control. Lian Bingcheng stopped in his tracks, hands clasped behind his back, head held high, despising even an extra glance at the fat man, as if it would stain his vision.

Hu Miaomiao felt helpless too. His face wasn’t that of a villain’s, so why did Mr. Lian disdain him so, contempt written all over his face?

The Emperor approached, dismissed Hu Miaomiao, and said gently to Lian Bingcheng, who was still looking up at the sky, "I deeply apologize for any offense, and I hope Mr. Lian will not blame us. It is our concern for your family’s safety from wicked people that keeps you here. This servant is my man. His actions were not considerate, causing you worry."

After speaking, he slightly bowed his head in a gesture of apology.

Lian Bingcheng snorted through his nose and laughed mockingly, "You speak more pleasantly than you sing."

What harm from villains? Were there really villainous men causing them harm?

The fat man had said the same thing; he didn’t believe a word. If the fat man were indeed a good person, he should have released them after saving them instead of capturing and detaining them. What was that all about?

So the fat man wasn’t the mastermind, just a servant of this young man? Birds of a feather indeed!

Thinking this, Lian Bingcheng grew angry, now having found the true culprit. It was time to settle this account!

The young man is called Zhen, right? He dared to reveal his identity. Just wait!

Wait, that’s not right, not right, what Zhen? The syntax was wrong, it didn’t sound like introducing oneself, more like the personal pronoun "I" or "this old man."

Could it be the word was "Zhen"?!

His mind shook, suddenly realizing, and he looked shockingly at the young man before him!

What had he just heard?

This, this, this, if he hadn’t misheard, the man before him had referred to himself as Zhen!

If his mind wasn’t muddled, that was the term used only by the Son of Heaven!

In this world, the only person who could refer to themselves as "Zhen" was the monarch of a country, no one else.

Anyone else who dares use it could be considered treasonous, a crime that leads to the extermination of one’s family.

All of a sudden, Lian Bingcheng felt his legs weaken, his body swayed, but not from fear, but because... because studying hard for ten years, as if through dust and snow, one day stepping into the grand palace, was his lofty ambition, a dream he always had!

To pay respect in the Golden Throne Hall was the time when one’s name was written on the golden list; what scholar would not want to face the Emperor in the Golden Throne Hall!

And today, without accomplishing any significant achievements, he had met today’s Emperor?!

With this thought, his heart raced, and Lian Bingcheng felt dizzy, his eyes rolling back as he almost collapsed to the ground.

The Emperor, alarmed and quick, caught him in his arms. What, had he frightened Mr. Lian?

The Emperor steadied the man, calling his name a few times without response, then turned to Hu Miaomiao and commanded, "Fetch the Imperial Physician."

Having just spoken, he remembered the distance from the palace, and corrected himself, "Better find a local doctor nearby first."

Hu Miaomiao responded and hurried off.

Thinking spitefully, oh boy, this old man really knows how to put on a show, looking down his nose at people, usually so full of himself.

Today, His Majesty just spoke a few words to him, and the man collapsed. He better not let His Majesty think he had mistreated him all this time, this old man.

The words "Imperial Physician" further confirmed Lian Bingcheng’s suspicions. He felt as if he was in a dream, his head light and dizzy, supported by the legendary Son of Heaven, everything seeming quite unreal.