Peace Order
Chapter 391 - 167: Qilin, Move!

Chapter 391: Chapter 167: Qilin, Move!

Li Guanyi’s sudden shout made Yan Xuanji hesitate in his movement.

They had already been rushing towards the hiding place General Yue had indicated, crushing defenders along the way, but Yan Xuanji’s footsteps halted hard due to Li Guanyi’s shout.

With his mixed gold mystical iron long stick, he swept several imperial guards off their feet.

"Young Master, what did you say?!"

Yan Xuanji looked at Li Guanyi, blood dripping drop by drop from the heavy weapon in his hand.

Li Guanyi’s eyes were misty with emotion as he looked in another direction, his heart pounding violently at the sight of a Golden Winged Great Peng battling a black two-headed snake—the ability to stare directly at the Dharma Form was the most basic ability bestowed by the Bronze Nine Tripods, which at this moment pointed him in the most direct direction.

Yan Xuanji directly asked, "Are you sure?"

Li Guanyi said, "General Yan, trust me!"

"Good!"

Yan Xuanji looked at Li Guanyi, hesitated for a moment, then turned around, weapon in hand, and rushed towards that direction like a tiger, sending all enemies flying along the way. The imperial palace wasn’t particularly large, but at this moment, every second seemed unbearably long.

Every breath seemed to stretch endlessly.

The familiar scenery twisted under high heat and flames, as imperial guards and martial artists slew each other, the Qi Radiance from sabers and swords losing their precision, with some even falling to their comrades’ Sword Qi.

They were all blinded by rage.

With one sweep of his mixed gold mystical iron long stick, Li Guanyi parried several weapons, dead set on watching the fierce battle unfolding, where the poisonous dragon fought and the Great Peng spread its wings violently, all the while trying to calculate the position indicated by the Four Symbols Sealing Spirit Formation.

......

The spear thrust forward with a heavy momentum, straight through the heart of a martial artist, then the continuous force struck the martial artist’s body, a move from the legendary Divine General of five hundred years ago, the Mountain Shattering.

The continuation was immensely grand and domineering.

The martial artist was killed instantly, and then the one who pulled out the spear, wearing armor that did not fit well obviously thrown on in a rush, still showing anxiety in his eyes, was none other than the Crown Prince of Chen State, Chen Wenmian, originally taken to the Other Palace by the Emperor for a grand banquet.

Having realized that his mother had not attended, he seemed to possess an innate animal-like intuition and, anxious, he rushed to the scene, only to find that a battle had already erupted. Ignoring others’ attempts to stop him, the young Crown Prince burst in.

Someone tried to stop him, but the Crown Prince rebuked them angrily:

"I am the Crown Prince of the nation, the future of the state!"

"Enemies have breached the Imperial Palace of Chen, trampling on the dignity of the nation. Do you expect me to hide like a coward, showing no responsibility? Go quickly and inform my father to send a Great General here to maintain order."

"The precious body of a Crown Prince, the son of the Emperor, must not fall here."

"I am the son of the Emperor, but also the son of this nation. To die for the dignity of the state is a death well met!"

The Crown Prince brushed past the Eunuch, looking at the flames engulfing the Imperial Palace, which seemed to be enveloped by a special Formation visible only within the range of the Imperial Path.

The Crown Prince ordered the arrangement of the troops but suddenly grasped someone’s arm, questioning sharply:

"Where is the Empress?!"

The Eunuch, terrified, turned pale and said, "The Empress, the Empress hasn’t been seen."

"Didn’t she attend the banquet in the Other Palace?"

Chen Wenmian’s expression drastically changed, he pushed the person away forcefully and demanded, "Bring my armor!!" The Crown Prince suppressed his shock and anger, completed the deployment of troops as best as he could, then doused himself with water and, taking his spear, rushed into the Imperial Palace without a second thought.

While the fire inside the Imperial Palace wasn’t too severe, there were many elite martial artists present. Chen Wenmian, reared by the fifteenth God of War, Xiao Wuliang, wielded his spear technique with fierce precision and fought his way through to the palace where the Empress was staying, still hearing her chanting Buddhist Scriptures at the entrance.

Chen Wenmian reached out to push the door.

It was locked!

Chen Wenmian, setting aside past conflicts with his mother, forcefully burst the locked door open.

He strode in, looking at the Empress still praying and chanting in front of the Buddha Shrine, the young Crown Prince, furious, approached her in a few steps, holding his blood-stained spear, and grabbed his own mother, exclaiming, "What are you doing?!!"

"Empress, let’s go!"

The Empress continued chanting Buddhist Scriptures, but Chen Wenmian gripped her wrist tightly and finally yelled:

"Mother!"

He knelt down, pulling the Empress towards him, seeing her face streaming with tears, eyes red without makeup, conveying fear, relief, and resignation as she looked back at him.

Chen Wenmian paused, feeling something stir within him, looked up for the first time at the Buddhist Shrine—iconic in Central Earth. When younger, he’d only seen its side, but now inside the Empress’s chamber, he realized.

Inside the shrine, before the various Buddhas, there were two spirit tablets.

[Li Wanli’s Spirit Tablet]

[Su Changqing’s Spirit Tablet]

"Peace on Earth, Clear Skies for Thousands of Miles."

The Crown Prince felt as if thunderstruck, knowing full well what these names signified—the Duke of Peace, Li Wanli, and his wife, the Imperial Decree Lady, Su Changqing.

He thought his mother was obsessed with Buddhism but little did he know that for the past ten years, the daily offerings she made were for these two people.