Peace Order
Chapter 348 - 152: Your Majesty, Your Son is Dead_3

Chapter 348: Chapter 152: Your Majesty, Your Son is Dead_3

People from Jiangnan, Central Plains, Hu Ji from the Western Regions, grassland guests, martial artists from the Martial World, and the aristocratic elite.

Li Guanyi still just carried an ordinary weapon.

Then he gathered with Ye Buyi, Zhou Liuying, and others, with not a trace of abnormality on his face, discussing the battle of the day with enthusiasm. Both Ye Buyi and Zhou Liuying were worried about Li Guanyi, since his opponent was Geshu Yin who was a decade his senior and had actual combat experience—far from an average contender.

"It’s just unknown whether Yu Wen Hua or Chen Yuyun will win."

"Is that even a question, it’s definitely Yu Wen Hua."

"Even if Chen Yuyun has a grandmaster as a teacher, he can’t surpass the twenty-three-year-old Yu Wen Hua. Moreover, Yu Jinbing Ge Quzai Shi, though extremely powerful with his unmatched expertise in Yin Yang Saber techniques in the Martial World, is hardly inferior to Wen Lie, ranked the fifth in the world capable of destroying cities and countries."

"With General Yu Wen’s mastery of the Heavy Spear Dominating Saber, Quzai Shi might not necessarily win."

The crowd discussed fervently.

Until Ye Buyi spoke, "Chen Yuyun will definitely win."

The crowd paused, all turning to look at Ye Buyi.

"Old Ye, are you still dreaming?" said Zhou Liuying.

"He’s betting his head against Yu Wen Hua."

Ye Buyi said, "He may not win, but this is Chen Country."

"So what if it’s Chen Country..."

Zhou Liuying seemed to realize something, his complexion turned unsightly as if he had swallowed a fly, and he fell silent.

Ye Buyi said, "The countries have just entered a phase of easing tensions, and the first victory of the final grand martial competition must belong to a person of Great Chen. With Yu Wen Hua and Chen Yuyun opening the first battle and considering the second battle where Geshu Yin might defeat Mr. Li, would the concluding match of Chen’s grand competition really be a fight between foreigners?"

"He doesn’t dare bet on who will win the second match."

"He dares not gamble on what the Turkic people might do, so Yu Wen Hua is bound to lose."

Ye Buyi said, "This is not a martial arts competition, this is international diplomacy."

"The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting, next in line is to disrupt his alliances."

"This is also the battlefield."

The surrounding young Imperial Guards fell silent.

This was a matter of difference in vision; these young and loyal Imperial Guards were valiant, destined to charge across the battlefield as military officers, but Ye Buyi’s insight was doubtlessly higher. He had the talent of a Commander.

Zhou Liuying punched the wall, cursing:

"Why does that crafty bastard always get so lucky?"

"The heavens really favor his luck!"

"Damn, does he know he’s a sure win, and that’s why he hasn’t shown up yet?"

The crowd looked, and sure enough, they had not seen Chen Yuyun, whereas Geshu Yin had already greeted Li Guanyi. Half an hour had passed, Yu Wen Hua was ready to take the stage, the Emperor frowned slightly, feeling a trace of displeasure toward his son.

But he couldn’t leave the image of Chen Yuyun being too arrogant.

He couldn’t let Yu Wen Hua wait on stage for too long.

Thus, he turned to the Ritual Eunuch, who nodded slightly and took a few steps forward. The Powerful Warrior struck the drum, the sound reverberating through the arena, silencing the chatter of the onlookers. The Ritual Eunuch announced, "The Emperor has a decree."

The crowd immediately fell silent, those many people, whether heroes from the Martial World, citizens from aristocratic families, or foreign dignitaries, all bowed their heads in silence at once, and Emperor Chen felt a sensation of having everything under control as he watched this scene.

He nodded slightly.

The Ritual Eunuch began to speak. With his Third Layer Heaven cultivation amplified by Elixir Pills, his voice carried far, declaring, "The Emperor decrees—"

"We have received the Heavenly Mandate, to govern the nation and administer its politics."

"To pair virtue with heaven, to nurture the people with compassion, not daring to be negligent."

"Now in the Xue family, there is a daughter named Shuangtao, bright and intelligent from a young age, with both virtue and talent, she has truly won Our heart."

"It was once said: govern the country with virtue, maintain the state with propriety—"

Following a series of elaborate words of praise, the Ritual Eunuch took a light breath, and said, "Grant her the title of County Lord, and especially bestow upon her the title of Commandery Princess, to be bestowed the appellation Yun Meng."

"Commandery Princess Yun Meng Xue Shuangtao."

Everyone was stunned; although there were no fiefs and feud to be awarded, the title of Commandery Princess was already extremely prestigious—even if she held no power or position, high officials would have to initiate a bow when they met her.

Apart from the surprised laughter of those who enjoyed such events, those involved in such matters all had unpleasant expressions. Noble Consort Xue’s face darkened slightly as she pressed her hand on her startled niece beside her, her smile brimming but her eyes shocked.

A sharp light flickered in Tantai Xianming’s eyes.

This change was noted by the Emperor.

The Prime Minister looked down. Be it the daughters of ministers or those of nobility, being granted the title of Commandery Princess was either for marriage alliances or for marriage into the royal family. Tantai Xianming said indifferently, "Xue, brother, I congratulate you first here."

Xue Daoyong laughed and said, "What’s there to be happy about?"

It seemed as if there was a storm brewing in the depths of Xue Daoyong’s eyes.

He simply did not wish for Xue Shuangtao to be entangled in this chaotic world, nor did he want her to become a pawn to balance his own power. This was why he had her stay by his side after her father’s departure. The Emperor’s actions had touched the bottom line of a fierce tiger.

Both Xue Daoyong and Tantai Xianming understood the Emperor’s intention.

To marry Xue Shuangtao to his illegitimate son.

A trace of malice emerged at the bottom of Xue Daoyong’s heart.

Otherwise, she might as well be chopped to pieces.

Xue Shuangtao was not foolish; she understood things well. Her complexion paled, and it was unclear how she felt, but she subconsciously looked towards the young man on the side. Li Guanyi, holding the Battle Halberd, raised his head and saw the panic in the young lady’s eyes. The youngster reached out to adjust the hairband on his shoulder.

His face revealed a trace of reassurance that calmed Xue Shuangtao.

The young girl quieted down.

Yuwen Hua couldn’t care less about these things as he stood on the platform holding a heavy spear and called out loudly, "Where are the people!?"

"Why haven’t they come yet?"

"Where have they died?"

The crowd began to whisper among themselves. Emperor Chen furrowed his brows and ordered the Ritual Eunuch to look for them. After a moment, there was suddenly a growing buzz of whispers from outside. Emperor Chen frowned and said, "What sort of decorum is this?"

"Let him in."

The City Captain of Jiangzhou City and the Ritual Eunuch rushed in.

Emperor Chen sipped his tea lightly and asked indifferently, "Chen Yuyun, have you found him?"

The Ritual Eunuch’s face was pale as he knelt on the ground, kowtowing:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

He wanted to say many things, such as discovering a body, the terrible death, but at last, his lips quivered, and he only said:

"Your Majesty, Chen Yuyun... is dead."

The tea-drinking Emperor Chen’s body instantly stiffened.

Ripples echoed in the tea cup.

"What?!"