Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 784 - 32: 3 [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

Chapter 784: Chapter 32: 3 [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]_1

The night in Surge Wave City was still and tranquil, as the waves gently rocked the small boat.

The Fuyao Royal Palace, located in the northeast corner of Surge Wave City, nestled against the mountains and backed by the vast sea. There lay the ruins of the ancestral Emperor’s enlightenment and waves-battling site, which also served as an ideal escape route during a city assault - after all, most enemies capable of destroying Fuyao Country would come from the Southwestern Nine Provinces.

This provided a convenient route for Chu Liang’s infiltration. Entering directly via the heavily guarded and heavily formation-enclosed main side may require some effort. However, infiltrating from the seaside’s north side, crossing over the palace wall and its formation, he could directly access the interior.

Monarch Han Lingshou had already mapped out the palace’s layout for him, thus Chu Liang roamed about as though he was in his own home, promptly arriving at the central sleeping quarters. With his current appearance, this indeed felt like home.

He was now in the guise of Han Lingshou.

The Illusory treasure Spiritual Fetus transformation by the Treasure Mirror of Retention would only last a quarter of an hour, but its effectiveness would not diminish during that time. Hence, Chu Liang could maintain this unfortunate appearance indefinitely, as long as he was not forced to reveal his true form.

Around the sleeping quarters were nearly a hundred guards and multiple formations in place, whether this was due to today’s assassination attempt or the usual arrangement was unknown. Yet, to Chu Liang, this was insignificant. Bypassing these guards with cultivation below Heaven’s Gate using his Seventh Realm wind transformation technique was not a problem at all.

If the Seventh Realm Palace Attendant were guarding here, it could pose some difficulties. However, she had been killed by Jing Wuya, and in such a short span of time, it was impossible to find a trustworthy and powerful cultivator within the palace to replace her.

Getting to the sleeping quarters was relatively straightforward.

The Monarch’s sleeping quarters were spacious, adorned with light gold lavish decorations, and a middle-aged man, looking identical to Han Lingshou, sat at the desk, his countenance serious as he seemed to be examining something.

The person Jing Wuya chose to impersonate the Monarch would undoubtedly bear a resemblance and have done some homework. Regrettably, they had only observed Han Lingshou’s public demeanor. How lewd the actual Monarch was, he probably wouldn’t know. Otherwise, he wouldn’t sit so upright when alone.

Perhaps due to this concern, the attendants in the sleeping quarters were all dismissed, leaving only one person inside.

A gust of wind blew, and Chu Liang suddenly appeared, pressing down on the "Monarch’s" shoulder, sternly asking, "Who are you?"

"Ah?" The imposter jolted and bristled, "I...I am the Fuyao Country Monarch. Who are you to trespass my sleeping quarters?"

"You’re the Fuyao Country Monarch?" Chu Liang turned his head, "Then who am I?"

The imposter turned his head and seeing Chu Liang’s face identical to his, couldn’t help but exclaim, "Ah!"

It was a classic case of the thief running into the homeowner - he’d met the genuine article.

"Your... Your Majesty!" He knelt immediately.

"Enough with the nonsense. Answer my questions, and I may show leniency. If you dare to lie, you know what crime you’ve committed, right?" Chu Liang asked pointedly.

"Mercy, Your Majesty! Mercy!"

The imposter seemed flustered, not expecting the "real Monarch" to have such strength. Was the Monarch always hiding his power?

However, it was crystal clear that his life was currently in the hands of the man in front of him.

"Who asked you to impersonate me?" Chu Liang asked.

"It was..." The imposter hesitated for a moment.

"Jing Wuya, right? You still want to cover for him!" Chu Liang grabbed the imposter’s throat, slightly increasing his grip.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I stutter, I was going to say it..." the imposter pleaded urgently.

"Let me tell you, I already know everything you’re up to. I’m only asking you to gauge your repentance." Chu Liang said coldly, "You should cherish this opportunity."

"I understand, I understand..." The imposter was completely terrified and started to nod frantically.

"What method did Jing Wuya use to transform you into this figure?" Chu Liang then asked.

"The Treasure Mirror of Retention!" The imposter immediately answered without any hesitation, "Jing Wuya has a magic artifact called the Treasure Mirror of Retention. Once it shines upon someone, it can transform into their likeness."

"Good, that’s better." Chu Liang looked pleased, then asked, "So the person impersonating Xue Lingxue is also one of you, isn’t she?"

"I’m not sure about that..." The imposter replied, "I’m just a minor official at the Yu Bo Mansion, suddenly selected by Jing Wuya to play this Monarch. I didn’t want to do it, but who would dare refuse? I didn’t participate in the rest of it..."

Chu Liang saw his sincerity and was about to ask more questions when a seductive voice came from outside the door, "Your Majesty--"

...

Thump.

With a touch of Chu Liang’s finger on the fake monarch’s forehead, the man lost consciousness and collapsed. After dragging his body under the bed to hide him, Chu Liang returned to his desk and called out: "Come in."

A woman in a plain dress sashayed into the room, her brows dancing exotically.

Damn it.

On the surface, Chu Liang remained calm, but inside, he was beginning to feel nervous. He forgot to ask Han Lingshou about his close concubines.

"I heard that Your Majesty was almost assassinated today, it must have been rather shocking." The woman approached, "I just cooked up a fresh soup for you, to help calm your nerves."

"I wasn’t really startled..." Chu Liang nodded slightly, watching as the woman slowly got closer, about to sit on his lap.

Chu Liang sprang up immediately, allowing the woman to sit on the chair instead. He began to pace around the room, sighing with his hands behind his back: "I’m just saddened by the loss of my palace attendant and guards today."

"Oh," the woman rose to her feet, coming closer, "Guo and Yu, the two eunuchs, always lectured you, telling you to behave properly and so on. They even interfered with our intimate matters. Didn’t you say long ago that you were fed up with them? From now on, we can..."

Her smile began to fade.

"What are you talking about?" Chu Liang flicked his hand away and frowned, "After all, they died to save me. How can you disrespect them like this?"

"There’s no outsider here, why are you still acting so serious?" The woman paused and suddenly asked, her face changing colors: "You must be an imposter?"

Seeing her terrified look and her intention to retreat, Chu Liang was speechless.

How informal was Han Lingshou usually? Exposed by just a few decent words?

Out of options, he flicked his wrist and the Demon Binding Rope transformed into golden light, instantly binding the woman in place from behind.

"Ah..." she cried out in surprise, collapsing onto the floor.

Chu Liang quickly subdued her and was about to explain that he was here on the real Han Lingshou’s orders when he heard the heavy and echoing footsteps outside.

There were guards respectfully hailing "General."

And then a voice announcing, "Your Majesty, General Yu Bo requests an audience!"

Jing Wuya is here?

Why are they all so fast?

Chu Liang felt a jolt of anxiety, and with no time left to elaborate, he quickly tapped the woman’s forehead, making her fall unconscious. He quickly hid her under the bed.

Only then did he return to his desk and say, "Come in."

The main gate of the chamber opened again, and the massive figure in heavy armor appeared once more.

"Your Majesty..." Jing Wuya approached the center of the chamber, and then, as if sensing something, he asked in a deep voice, "Has Li Fei been here?"

So her name was Li Fei?

Chu Liang immediately responded, "Yes."

"Hmph." Jing Wuya released a cold snort, "Do you remember what I told you not to do at any cost?!"

Chu Liang’s face stiffened.

Uh-oh.

Was I supposed to remember that?