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A command suddenly echoed within the palace: the Emperor was on the verge of death, and all princes were summoned to the palace. Qi Mo, though aware that circumstances had changed, still brought his people along.
As they approached Fengze Gate, he raised his hand, ordering those behind him to stop advancing.
A voice as cold as jade rang out, "How much longer do you intend to hide, my lord?"
A group of martial artists appeared before him, blocking his path.
"Why are you obstructing This King?" He frowned, his dark eyes flashing as he realized he had likely fallen into a trap today.
The leader of the martial artists, dressed simply and carrying a large sword on his back, looked weary from travel. "We learned that the Desolate King has obtained the Martial Arts Token, so we have come to pledge our allegiance."
"Pledge allegiance?" Qi Mo's expression remained unchanged as he chewed on the words with an inscrutable demeanor.
The man was Shen Changsheng, a highly respected figure in the martial world, known for his formidable sword.
"Why do you pledge allegiance to This King?"
Shen Changsheng's expression turned serious. "The Desolate King is brave and skilled in battle, renowned as the War God of Yuan Cang. Who does not know of him? Knowing that the token is in the hands of the Desolate King, we are naturally willing to serve under you. Please accept us, Desolate King."
"We vow to serve the Desolate King until death!"
"Serve until death..."
Qi Mo coldly shifted his gaze away from Shen Changsheng, his tone ethereal and ambiguous regarding his stance: "Since you wish to follow, then come with This King into the palace."
Shen Changsheng and his group immediately squeezed into the ranks, and soon there was a mix of all sorts behind Qi Mo.
A glint of azure flashed in his eyes as he tightened his grip on the reins, knuckles turning white. It seemed someone intended to create a spectacle during this palace visit; if he did not comply with their wishes, would life become too dull afterward?
The crowd moved forward toward Fengze Gate. After only a few steps, they heard a thunderous sound of hooves approaching from behind. Turning around in an instant, an unprecedented irritation surged within him.
He saw Su Peijiu seated atop a horse, followed by a formidable group of people in uniform attire that resembled a gathering of purple clouds at first glance.
She stood across Fengze Gate, gazing at him from a distance, clearly seeing the cold light in each other's eyes...
...
In Year Six of Yuan Cang, during the fiery month of June, Chancellor Su Chi rebelled, and the court dispatched troops to suppress him. At the same time, martial artists flocked to Chang'an to support the Desolate King. In an instant, chaos erupted...
Fengze Gate.
Su Peijiu stood at the city gate with people from Nan Xie Tower. Inside the gate was a group of martial artists along with several black-clad soldiers from the Desolate King's Manor. At the forefront stood a man in black with ink-black hair. The two locked eyes, neither willing to back down, and a chilling atmosphere enveloped the entire Fengze Gate.
"I never expected that those from Nan Xie Tower would become the court's lapdogs," said the man on the White Horse with a cold smile.
Su Peijiu maintained a flat expression, her face devoid of emotion: "Whether Nan Xie Tower has become an affiliate of the court seems irrelevant to Desolate King. However, today, it appears that Desolate King may find it difficult to protect himself."
"Difficult to protect myself?" Qi Mo turned his horse around and leisurely approached Su Peijiu, his dark pupils gradually turning Azure: "Could it be that Master of the Building wants my life?"
"Why not?" Su Peijiu showed no signs of retreat.
Qi Mo tightened his grip on the Cold Sword, his knuckles turning white. Qin Ge... do you truly hate me this much?
Su Peijiu, sitting atop her horse, looked down at Qi Mo, her eyes calm and indifferent: "Although Desolate King has quelled the rebellion of the Chancellor, he harbors ill intentions by gathering martial artists in Chang'an, planning to rebel. This Master of the Building has come under Imperial Decree to apprehend Desolate King. If there is any resistance, I will kill on the spot!"
She could hear the coldness in her voice, like three feet of ice on a winter's pool in December, impervious to sunlight's warmth.
Standing at the city gate, Qi Mo had his ink-black hair blown up by the wind, partially obscuring his pair of Azure Eyes, making them appear vague.
After an unknown period of silence, just as Su Peijiu was about to give an order, the man let out a low laugh. She was taken aback, unable to discern the meaning behind his laughter.
"Master of the Building, have you made up your mind? To be enemies with This King?" He raised his head, his Azure pupils staring directly at her as if trying to penetrate through her facade and confront her soul.
To be enemies with him?
“Isn't the Desolate King being a bit too self-righteous? The Nan Xie Tower's alliances and enmities seem to have nothing to do with the current situation. This Master of the Building has received benefits, so naturally, I uphold the code of the martial world and help others.” Her relationship with him was more than just that of enemies; she wished for him to die without a burial place!
“Benefits? What benefits did Qi Rong give to the Nan Xie Tower?” He narrowed his eyes. “You claim that This King is rebelling; may I ask for the evidence?”
“Evidence?” Su Peijiu pointed at Shen Changsheng and his group. “Aren't these people evidence? They plan to enter the palace with martial artists; isn't that premeditated rebellion?”
“Your tongue has become quite sharp…” He smiled ambiguously.
Su Peijiu snorted coldly. “This Master of the Building doesn’t seem to need to waste words with the Desolate King; the people of Nan Xie Tower will follow orders!”
“Yes!” A thunderous sound came from behind, and upon hearing this, Shen Changsheng and his group immediately drew their weapons, ready to fight.
However, Qi Mo looked into Su Peijiu's eyes, slowly raised his hand, and said, “Put away your swords.”
“Desolate King…” Shen Changsheng hesitated. Did the Desolate King intend to surrender?
Qi Mo smiled flamboyantly; his fair skin appeared almost translucent under the sunlight, and his lips seemed stained with blood, red to the point of being enchanting. Su Peijiu could only hear his unusually gentle words: “Since this is what you wish for, This King will grant your wish.”
Without allowing herself time to think, Su Peijiu gestured downwards: “Tie them all up and take them in front of Zhaoyang Palace.”
She watched as Qi Mo was pulled down from the White Horse without any resistance and escorted toward Zhaoyang Palace, yet his smile only grew more pronounced.
At this point, can you still smile? Qi Mo, where does your confidence come from?
Outside Zhaoyang Palace stood a man in black robes, tall and imposing. His innate dominance made Su Peijiu’s heart tremble as she approached.
This time, she absolutely could not let him escape unscathed!
With hatred flickering in her beautiful eyes, she stepped forward and mocked, “Desolate King, as a criminal, you are much more open than ordinary people.”
“This King can be even more open with you.”
"Is it bravery or sheer foolishness for the Desolate King to still be talking when death is imminent?" She walked up to the high platform and sat below the Crown Prince, her gaze landing on Qi Rong's doubtful eyes, which she directly ignored.
No matter whose hands Yuan Cang fell into, she would slowly take it back. How could the hatred of a destroyed nation be washed away except with boiling blood? How could she dare to forget the humiliation of her fallen country?!
"Do you know your crime, Desolate King?" Qi Rong slowly spoke. This time, he had secretly plotted with Su Peijiu to enter the palace without notifying the other princes, intending to capture Qi Mo in one fell swoop.
He looked at Qi Mo, who remained completely unconcerned, a complex glint flashing in his eagle-like eyes.
Qi Mo smiled faintly: "Since the Crown Prince has already labeled me with a crime, what else is there to say?"
"Do you know that plotting rebellion is a capital offense?" Qi Rong said coldly.
Qi Mo looked at Su Peijiu's blank expression, his gaze soft yet dangerous: "Is His Highness the Crown Prince reminding me of Yuan Cang's laws?"
"Since the Desolate King has nothing to say... considering your identity as a prince, I will strip you of your title and demote you to commoner. Desolate King... Qi Mo, surrender your military power."
So this was what they were waiting for; a barely perceptible cold light flashed in Qi Mo's eyes. He glanced nonchalantly at the group of martial artists kneeling on the ground, observing their anger. Then he thought of the cunning Nan Xie Tower that had come this time and realized he might have fallen into that woman's trap.
But it didn't matter; his girl had already learned to use schemes and was capable of being ruthless... this brought them even closer together.
Thinking about dragging her down into hell with him made his blood surge with excitement.
"The Crown Prince wants military power? Fine, agree to one condition of mine." He had no interest in the title of prince.
The Crown Prince narrowed his eyes: "Do you think you have the qualifications to negotiate with me?"
"Do you think I don't?" Without backing down at all, Azure's eyes sparkled with a wolfish gleam, startling Qi Rong.
He had long known that this fourth brother possessed enchanting eyes, but seeing them today truly sent chills down his spine.
"What condition?" As long as he relinquished power, wouldn't his life and death be in his own hands from then on? What could a mere commoner use to fight against him?!
"Let these martial artists go; they are innocent."
Upon hearing this, Shen Changsheng and the others immediately turned red with anger. They had been deceived into coming here to set a trap for the Desolate King, but they did not expect the Desolate King to have such a broad mind. Their evaluation of him rose a few notches.
When Qi Mo spoke these words, Su Peijiu's eyes involuntarily twitched. The bloodthirsty Desolate King actually had the kindness to plead for others? Was it about to rain red?
"Are you joking? This Master of the Building finds this to be a big joke," she said, suppressing her anger. She hated the man before her, despised his hypocrisy, loathed his cruel killings, and detested his ruthless nature!
"This is my condition. If the Crown Prince cannot even accept this, then the next Crown Prince of Yuan Cang probably lacks the capacity to accept it," he mockingly ridiculed Qi Rong.
Qi Rong clenched his fists and spat out through gritted teeth, "Fine, I will fulfill your request." He raised his hand and ordered, "Release all these people. If I see them again in Chang'an City, kill them on sight!"
As expected, Qi Mo kept his word. He took out a token from his bosom and held it in his hand. A eunuch came down to take the token to Qi Rong, but unexpectedly, Qi Mo didn't even spare him a glance.
"This token is not for you to take from Nan Xie Tower, Master of the Building; I will not give it."
Damn Qi Mo! What did he want to do? Su Peijiu's face was cold as she walked down the steps amidst Qi Rong's increasingly suspicious gaze. "You better not play any tricks," she huffed as she took the token. However, at that moment, she heard Qi Mo whisper in her ear, "We are all of the same kind; I will wait for you in hell." He straightened up with a smile as he looked at her.
Su Peijiu clutched the Tiger Tally and returned with a grim expression, handing it over to Qi Rong. After that, she did not look at Qi Mo at all.
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