Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 630 - 94: Let’s Eat Qinghong Together [Need Monthly Ticket!]_1

Chapter 630: Chapter 94: Let’s Eat Qinghong Together [Need Monthly Ticket!]_1

The rising moonlight penetrated through the window lattice, casting a grid of black and white onto the empty floor.

A man dressed as a scholar sat quietly on the floor, with a teapot and a cup on the table in front of him. Someone was pouring tea, and the fragrant aroma was rising with the wisps of steam.

"The Qinghong Banquet should have begun." The man glanced out the window and said indifferently.

"The sudden illness of Lord Prime Minister and his absence might arouse the Emperor’s suspicion, don’t you think?" The person across from him, who appeared to be of similar age to him and just as lean, was wrapped in a cloak of shadows, almost invisible in the darkness.

"I initially thought something big would happen, surprisingly it was resolved quickly in the palace. Now that the Empress Dowager has been arrested and the concubines have died, the disturbance should have been eliminated." The man said slowly, "With no incidents to report, what could the Emperor suspect me of?"

The man was none other than the current Prime Minister Su Qian.

The one across him was his right-hand man, the Sect Leader of Lingfeng Sect from the Eight Gates and Eight Sects, Gu Shanfeng.

Although the Lingfeng Sect does not hold great prestige among the Eight Gates and Eight Sects due to the lack of prominent disciples, Gu Shanfeng, in terms of personal strength, was actually at the top, a true cultivator of the Seventh Realm.

Initially, he committed a wrong deed and was pursued by Lunar Sect. It was Su Qian who intervened that saved his life, and since then, he had loyally followed him.

"Miss Shen unfortunately took a blow from me for nothing." Gu Shanfeng smiled, "An unexpected misfortune."

"Not necessarily a bad thing." Su Qian said, "At first I wanted her to go to the palace because the Emperor has already decided on the Second Prince. Who would have thought that, these days, the Emperor seems to be wavering again."

"Especially now that the incident with Empress Wu has occurred, the Second Prince should have no hope left." Gu Shanfeng added.

Su Qian shook his head, "The Emperor won’t consider these. When it comes to choosing the heir, he is more likely to consider the princes’ abilities. Initially, the Second Prince was gentle and very talented, possessing the grace of a conscientious ruler, so the Emperor did not consider anyone else. However, evil spirits have been frequenting recently, and bad omens abound, which suggests that greater turbulence is approaching in the future. At this time, a sagacious and vigorous ruler is needed. By comparison, although the Thirteenth Prince is young, he is more ambitious and cunning, and that’s why the Emperor hesitates. The ruler of a nation, why would he care about palace gossips? He considers the whole Four Seas and Nine Continents."

He speculated out of thin air, guessing the Emperor’s thoughts as if he was standing in his shoes.

"The foresight of Lord Prime Minister is beyond my reach." Gu Shanfeng respectfully complimented at the right moment.

Before he had finished speaking, a black swallow landed on the window sill outside the window. It gently pecked the window lattice a few times, and the window opened. The swallow flew in, and with a flash, it turned into a letter with white paper and black ink.

Su Qian read it and then looked up to speak again.

"The reason Brother Gu cannot see this is only because you’re not in my position. Being in our current roles, guessing the Emperor’s intentions is necessary." Su Qian said, "The Prison King has also made his move. It seems he has also received the news about tonight."

"Oh." Gu Shanfeng exclaimed, "Even this great god is on the move, then there definitely cannot be any disturbance at tonight’s Qinghong Banquet."

"The Prison King hasn’t entered the palace for a long time. Everyone suspects that he has distanced himself from the Imperial Family. His move this time should be to prove to everyone that he still stands with the Xia Family." Su Qian speculated further.

"Then according to Lord Prime Minister, when the situation stabilizes, are we going to switch to the Thirteenth Prince?" Gu Shanfeng asked.

Su Qian shook his head again, saying, "The Thirteenth Prince is still young and of shallow moral integrity. Weighty responsibilities may cloud his judgment, not necessarily a promising prospect."

"Then is it still the Second Prince?" Gu Shanfeng asked again.

"The Second Prince..." Su Qian hesitated again, a shadow flickering in his eyes.

...

As legendarily powerful as the Prison King, he was seated not far from the Dragon Throne, clearly indicating his status. Being in a high position like this, he naturally qualified to enjoy the Qinghong meat.

The Emperor couldn’t help but feel relieved, thankful that he had killed an extra one in advance. Otherwise, preparing another one now would have been too late.

It can be said that, with the Emperor’s status, if he craved for Qinghong, it would be almost impossible to have one. From the concubines to the civil and military officials, everyone would disagree, labelling it as an act against traditions. But if the Prison King wanted a Qinghong, probably no one would object.

This prince, who was ostracized in his early years, had outlived those peers and seniors who belittled him. All that remained were younger generations who grew up respecting him, and no one dared to disrespect him.

Of course, the Prison King was not a greedy person, he didn’t care much for the Qinghong. After sitting down, he asked, "I heard that trouble occurred when I entered the palace?"

"Ah..." The Emperor sighed and recounted what had happened that day.

After listening, the Prison King furrowed his brows and said, "These Demonic Mars people are indeed cunning, planning so many years ahead and infiltrating the palace! They indeed deserve to die!"

They originally spoke in low voices, but when he raised his voice, it echoed like a gong, reaching all the way outside the hall. Just as the banquet had begun, all the guests stopped eating when they heard his outburst.

"You all continue to eat!" The Prison King turned around and addressed the hall.

All the guests bowed their heads immediately, and regardless of whether there was anything in their bowls, they pretended to eat.

"Thankfully, they have been exposed. From now on, the security in the Imperial City would be strengthened. We will never let a Demonic Human infiltrate again." The Emperor said.

"I have mentioned previously that Mingde is incompetence. The palace in such chaos now, I wonder what he was guarding against? He’s simply useless." The Prison King complained again.

The Emperor smiled and remained silent.

They were both elders and from the Eighth Realm, what could he say?

Even though he didn’t speak, someone else did, a voice erupted from the side, "Bullshit!"

The coarse language caught the Emperor and the Prison King by surprise.

This was the Golden Throne Hall, and it had been a long time since anyone dared to hurl swear words here. Even the Prison King was taken aback, as it had been at least a hundred years since he last encountered anyone who dared to curse him to his face.

Turning to look, he saw a gorgeous and domineering woman with her hands on her hips, looking at him with a smug smile on her face.

"Heh," Prison King recognized that she has a Divine Fire Life and figured out she is of royal heritage, he laughed instead of getting angry, "You’re cursing me?"

"Yes, I am cursing you." Empress Feng didn’t back down the slightest bit.

"Empress Feng... Prison King..." the Emperor intervened, "We are all family here. Let’s not quarrel."

This time, Empress Feng and Prison King spoke in unison, "Who said we’re family with you?"

After saying that, they both realized that they were both the black sheep of the royal family.

Prison King asked, "Do you have any connections with Mingde?"

"He is my biological father." Empress Feng declared proudly.

"Heh," frowned the Prison King, "He didn’t dare to talk to me like this."

"But I’m the one who’s here!" retorted Empress Feng confidently, "I can curse him, but you certainly can’t!"

"What are you going to do if I just curse?!" Prison King fired back relentlessly, completely disregarding his status.

"You better keep your eyes open even when you sleep, be careful not to burn your house down one day!" Enraged, Empress Feng rolled up her sleeves, ready to fight.

The Emperor between the two felt his forehead twitching uncontrollably.

This is a disaster.

Why was he so unlucky today? He lost both two of his favorite wives, and the peaceful Qinghong Banquet turned into a street fight.

He might as well abdicate his imperial throne.

At this moment, the gong sounded from behind, and the steaming large Qinghong meat that had been brought up in a box, "Your Majesty, the Qinghong is ready!"

"Great, Empress Feng, Prison King, let’s not quarrel on this rare occasion of reunion." The Emperor tried to mediate, "Let’s enjoy the meat together! Qinghong!"

Bang!

A loud thud signalled Prison King slamming his hand down on the table," I think you’re a junior. I wouldn’t stoop so low as to fight you, but don’t push your luck!"

"Heh," Empress Feng responded with a cold laugh, "Then let’s compete in something else, dare or not?"

"Name your game!" barked Prison King, "If I chicken out, I’m a coward!"

"But you’re already her elder..." the Emperor mumbled softly.

"Bring on the wine!" Empress Feng called out, standing on one leg on a chair, "If you can outdrink me today, I’ll call you ’brother’ sincerely. If you lose, you’ll have to acknowledge me as your aunt."

"Where did all this come from?" The Emperor looked at Empress Feng quizzically.

"Lose?" Prison King burst into laughter, "I haven’t been drunk in two hundred years, and it’s been a long time since someone dared to challenge me."

"Are you really agreeing to this?!" The Emperor looked at him in shock.

"Today, I’ll teach you what happens to those who dare to disrespect anyone!" Empress Feng was already holding up a jar of wine and began to drink.

"Didn’t you curse others a lot too?" The Emperor glared at her, his face darkening.

"Win first, then talk!" Prison King also picked up a pot of wine, and similarly sucked out a water dragon.

"Even if we win, we won’t get any benefits!" The Emperor felt hopeless.

Meanwhile, Lao Lishi whispered, "Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

"Do I look like I would know?" The Emperor looked helpless. These two monsters had already begun their contest in public. The assembly below actually found it interesting, so he sighed, "Fine, consider it as an entertainment. Continue the music! Keep the dishes coming!"

...

Chu Liang was used to this. Empress Feng was always straightforward, she bullied not only the weak but she would also confront the strong. Inside and outside Shu Mountain, only Law Enforcement Elder could handle her.

Some people draw their swords against the weak, while others against the strong. She, on the other hand, brandished her sword against just about anyone she came across.

She was not new to dragging people down to her level before utilizing her rich experience to fight.

After the Qinghong meat was presented, it was divided in the kitchen again. The maids served plates of Qinghong meat to their tables.

The exquisite taste of the meat, with its tempting aroma, was indeed a top delicacy of this world.

Just as Chu Liang was about to taste this delicacy, he suddenly heard a small voice saying, "Give me a bite too!"