Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved
Chapter 560 - 539 First Update

Chapter 560: Chapter 539 First Update

Ju Nanyi watched this scene, although he had already been certain of the outcome, yet at this moment, as he watched it unfold before his eyes, his breathing grew erratic. Had his brain been filled with water in his past life? Such a simple truth had not occurred to him then.

Clenching the sword in his hand tightly, he struggled to breathe, as if someone was clutching his throat, preventing him from breathing. He was deceiving himself, knowing full well that in his previous life her heart had never been with him, yet he foolishly hoped everything could change, that over time, her gaze would turn to him.

Zheng Congyuan took a step forward, and Yin He coldly let go of Zheng Nianru. He didn’t answer, but in Zheng Nianru’s presence, he would never lose to Zheng Congyuan. Anyway, what right did Zheng Congyuan have to compete with him?

In an instant, Ju Nanyi saw the indifferent attitude on Zheng Nianru’s face, an expression he was already too familiar with, and the first thought that came to his mind was that Zheng Nianru didn’t care, didn’t care at all.

Why didn’t she care? Ju Nanyi couldn’t understand. If she had Zheng Congyuan in her heart, her expression wouldn’t be like this at all.

Ju Nanyi’s thoughts became more chaotic and irritable, and Prime Minister Lin stepped forward, gripping Ju Nanyi’s arm tightly.

"We must find a way to save the Crown Prince—" At this moment, Prime Minister Lin could only trust Ju Nanyi, clutching his arm as if it was his last straw.

Ju Nanyi wished he could shake off Prime Minister Lin. Why should he save him? Why...

Zheng Congyuan’s steps were steady as he walked out step by step. After dozens of paces, he stopped in a slightly more spacious area. The tall figure of the man stood still, his clothes not as neat as usual due to the recent hardships, but still unable to hide his handsome demeanor, shining like the luminous glow of the sun and moon.

The young man slowly walked over, his expression mocking. Even though he had to admit that the man before him was exceptionally eye-catching—so much so that it hurt to look at him—it made him even more eager to eliminate him.

The young man coldly eyed Zheng Congyuan before him, not considering him an equal opponent. In his eyes, the other was nothing more than something he could kill with a flick of his finger, so he wasn’t in a hurry. He wanted to slowly amplify the pressure of the moment. If the other man were to kneel down and beg for mercy, that would be his most desired outcome.

Zheng Congyuan lifted his head, although everything now nearly told him that his plans had failed, a classic case of two parties fighting and a third benefiting, with Ghoul Ravine being that final beneficiary.

Zheng Congyuan didn’t reflect on these matters with regret at this point; it was his miscalculation, and he accepted it calmly because he saw the reality clearly.

Similarly, he had also underestimated Yin He’s obsession with Zheng Nianru. When he had noticed the early signs, he had already been determined to kill him, chasing him all the way to the Northern Border. Moreover, from the start, he had underestimated the power of Ghoul Ravine, who had managed to escape even from the pursuit of many mages at Qiandao Temple, and whose strength was far greater than he had imagined.

So, the reality of being the victor or the vanquished had become the truth, and regret or fear were futile.

Zheng Congyuan slowly reached out, unsheathing his sword for the first time, the cold light flickering, and the blade extremely sharp.

All eyes were upon the two of them, including Old Master Wen Kang, Marquis of Zhenbei, and others, who were slowly coming to their senses from the shock of Zheng Haoyuan’s death. In the ruthlessness of war and the unpredictability of battle, Marquis of Zhenbei quickly evaluated their current situation and future prospects.

However, they could not leave unavenged the death of Zheng Haoyuan, nor the destruction of the Wen Family Army by Qiandao Temple; yet, the only way they could survive now was nearly down to one path.

"Make your move—" The youth grew impatient, the longer he waited, the more uneasy he grew. Zheng Nianru’s calmness unsettled him.

She had nearly confessed, nearly conceded, so why wasn’t she coming over to beg him now? He wanted her to know that he wasn’t someone who could be dismissed or ignored anymore—he had become significant.

But why didn’t she speak up?

He wanted to kill Zheng Congyuan, but after the impulsiveness and anger had subsided, he grew uncertain. Why wasn’t she coming to beg him?

If she truly liked Zheng Congyuan, no, since she did like Zheng Congyuan, he saw it clearly. The two of them acted as if they couldn’t see it, just short of declaring it to the whole world.

So, why couldn’t he kill him? It was clearly their fault.

Old Master Wen Kang took trembling steps forward; this young man had killed Zheng Haoyuan, and now, he intended to kill Zheng Congyuan. This Nanzheng State...

Marquis of Zhenbei grabbed a hold of Old Master Wen Kang’s sleeve, shaking his head secretly. The Wen Family could not be destroyed; they must survive.

"Whoosh—" Zheng Congyuan drew his sword without hesitation, his gaze determined as he charged forward. The people had not seen the Crown Prince’s skills before; they only knew he came from a prestigious lineage.

Zheng Congyuan was no slouch in martial arts, having not easily displayed his skills before, but now that he had taken action, even the experts were immediately startled, and almost instantly, hope reignited in everyone’s eyes.

However, Ju Nanyi remained unmoved, his gaze undisturbed. Zheng Congyuan’s skills were strong; he had secretly had someone instruct him in swordplay, learned eclectically, and with quick comprehension, he was highly talented.

But Ju Nanyi held no such hope. Zheng Congyuan had never actually encountered the people of Ghoul Ravine and didn’t realize just how powerful Ghoul Ravine and Yin He before him were. Even a mage from Qiandao Temple might not be his match at this time.

He didn’t understand why Yin He had suddenly unleashed such tremendous power. Perhaps from the very beginning, the young man had deliberately concealed his strength, infiltrating the palace, probably plotting for more than just a day or two.

Ju Nanyi forced himself to calm down, separating personal emotion from the affairs of state, trying to deduce some reasonable logic. But however he thought about it, something felt off.

So, what exactly was his purpose?

Qiandao Temple? The rule of Nanzheng State? Or Zheng Nianru?

"Ah—" A collective gasp rose from the scene. Ju Nanyi abruptly looked up to see that Zheng Congyuan hadn’t lasted through two moves; he was now awkwardly sprawled on the ground, his sword lying beside him.

The youth stepped forward, and with a wave of his hand, black smoke surged towards Zheng Congyuan.

"No—!" Prime Minister Lin instantly tried to rush forward. There was sudden chaos on the scene, with everyone unprepared for the swift turn of events. They were now instinctively trying to dash over, to dive into the fray and save Zheng Congyuan.

However, the next moment, a Ghost Shadow flew down from mid-air, swallowing the guard who had rushed out, and in the next instant, the guard was torn to pieces before falling to the ground as a heap of scattered chunks, blood raining down like a macabre rainfall.

Zheng Congyuan looked down to find Qi Ling’s severed head at his feet, its blood staining the hem of his robe.

Yet, the guards who had rushed forward continued to do so relentlessly, showing no sign of stopping.

The Wen Family Army watched in horror; even though they were battle-hardened, they couldn’t help trembling, nearly unable to stand steady.

"Do not come forward—" Zheng Congyuan called out. Those guards who had rushed out, and those who hadn’t yet, stopped in an instant, looking at their master.

"Do not make pointless sacrifices," Zheng Congyuan said.