CHAPTER 690: CHAPTER 572: THE MIAO KING’S EMBARRASSMENT AND THE BLACK ARMOR ARMY’S EMERGENCE

The moonless night is dark and windswept.

A tall figure stealthily infiltrated the Crown Prince Mansion, looking around, thinking he slipped into Mr. Zi Wu’s courtyard without anyone noticing.

Cui Hu and Ji Feng stood next to the fake mountain opposite.

Cui Hu sighed, "Should we tell Duke Jiang he got discovered on his first night?"

Ji Feng said, "You keep watch, I’m leaving."

Cui Hu reached out, "Hey! Don’t go! Let’s chat for a while! The night is long and lonely with just one person..."

Ji Feng used Qinggong and disappeared.

Cui Hu bared his teeth, "Think you’re all that just because your Qinggong is impressive? I can do it too! I go left! I go right! I go up! I go down—"

Bang!

He bumped into a tree trunk, rolled his eyes, and plummeted down with a clatter.

Duke Jiang, staging a sneaky act late at night, mercilessly shook Mr. Zi Wu and the Miao King awake from their dreams.

Mr. Zi Wu was one thing, being weak and unable to fight back, but the Miao King nearly slapped him to death, mistaking him for an assassin.

"You again?"

The Miao King was terribly tired, "Can people just sleep through the night?"

Duke Jiang tugged his sleeve, "Come, come, let’s go to Zi Wu’s side."

"Tonight, it’s his turn to come here!"

The Miao King pulled the blanket over his head, needing just a moment’s more sleep!

Duke Jiang thought it made sense, so he yanked Mr. Zi Wu out of his blanket and carried him into the Miao King’s room.

Mr. Zi Wu was exasperated.

How sinful, the Miao King’s family finally calmed down, and now the guy named Jiang has gone crazy!

Duke Jiang couldn’t hide his excited eyes, "Good news, Your Majesty is still amnesic."

The Miao King yawned, "I gave him a little potion, of course he hasn’t recovered his memory yet."

Duke Jiang, curious, asked, "Poison?"

The Miao King rolled his eyes at him, "He defuses the Gu too quickly, sudden recovery is too shocking, need to let the illness move slowly."

Duke Jiang: "Is it poison?"

The Miao King: "...Yes."

Duke Jiang clapped the Miao King on the shoulder, "You’re bold, Brother Bai!"

The Miao King sighed, "It’s a good medicine for him, using poison to fight poison."

Duke Jiang didn’t believe him, "I understand, I understand, no need to explain."

Mr. Zi Wu’s head drooped as he fell asleep on the table.

Duke Jiang hurriedly nudged him awake, "Don’t sleep, sleep again and it’s off with your head!"

Mr. Zi Wu: "Let him chop."

Duke Jiang leaned into his ear and smirked, "Young Master Lu’s coming to carry you down the mountain."

Mr. Zi Wu startled and sat up straight.

Duke Jiang contentedly dusted off his lapel, "I came tonight not only to tell you Your Majesty hasn’t regained his memory, but there’s also another piece of good news—I’ve thought of a plan for when he does regain his memory!"

The two: "Oh."

Duke Jiang was dumbfounded, "You... what kind of expressions are those? This is a matter of life and death, can’t you take it seriously? If His Majesty finds out you two have been fooling him, between the Dog Head Guillotine or the Dragon Head Guillotine, you’ll have to pick one!"

The Miao King paused, "Dragon Head Guillotine, sounds more majestic."

Duke Jiang: "..."

"No, let me tell you, the Dog Head Guillotine is more impressive."

"Why?"

"I made it myself."

The Miao King: "Then I don’t want it."

Mr. Zi Wu: The young ones are unserious, and the old ones are reliable, is it still too late to jump off this ship of thieves?

After dilly-dallying for half a day, the Miao King and Duke Jiang finally got back on track.

The method Duke Jiang proposed was simple, just four words—debt of gratitude.

In short, it’s to orchestrate a scene that lets the Miao King "heroically" save Emperor Liang.

"There are three ways—assassination, poison, natural disaster. After recently surviving a major catastrophe, His Majesty is highly alert, and the Imperial Palace has tightened its security, making assassination and poisoning hard to pull off. That leaves only natural disaster."

Mr. Zi Wu calculated with his fingers, "When the Qilin returns, the nation has no disasters."

"I know there aren’t any, but we can fabricate one!"

Duke Jiang pulled out a blueprint.

The two looked at it and simultaneously felt disillusioned.

The Miao King said disdainfully, "Isn’t this just a broken mechanism?"

Mr. Zi Wu added, "And it’s the kind the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion discarded. You can’t even call this a mechanism, it’s at best manufacturing an accident."

Duke Jiang rolled up his sleeves, "Calling it a disaster makes me sound more impressive."

The Miao King and Mr. Zi Wu focused on the blueprint, though the method was rudimentary, it might be worth a try.

With a bit of tweaking, it could be made into a mechanized fishing net.

Emperor Liang goes fishing, accidentally activates the mechanism, gets ensnared by the net and falls into the fish pond.

Chief Eunuch Yu can’t swim.

In the nick of time, the Miao King jumps into the water, and the net gets caught on a reef, making the Miao King use all his strength to tear open the net, but his own foot gets caught.

He pushes Emperor Liang to the surface with all his might.

Then, he smiles and sinks to the lake bottom.

"Dear in-law, live a good life with my life... I’m counting on you for the kids..."

Duke Jiang tearfully wept, "Isn’t it touching?"

The Miao King: "..."

Mr. Zi Wu: "..."