CHAPTER 498: CHAPTER 495: INCOMING LETTER

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Cheng Miaozhen lightly knitted her eyebrows.

She gently shook her head, looked away, and gazed at the people around her.

There were already more than a hundred people around the White Bone Tower, with varying expressions.

The identities of these hundreds of people were different.

There were young scholars, middle-aged masters, teenage swordsmen, and elderly men.

None of these surprised Cheng Miaozhen.

What surprised her was the presence of many women, including young girls, old women, and middle-aged women.

Some of them were solemnly staring at the bones, some were weeping, some were burning with anger.

Some were kneeling on the ground, kowtowing towards the villa gates.

Some were weeping loudly.

She soon understood the reason why these women came to see the White Bone Tower.

Someone in their family had died at the hands of Evil Sect’s sorcerers, and they came to see the White Bone Tower, thinking that the great revenge had been taken.

Among these dead Evil Sect sorcerers, there must be culprits who harmed their loved ones.

Cheng Miaozhen tightly pressed her red lips.

She knew that the Evil Sect’s sorcerers had killed countless and were inhumane, but she never truly experienced it.

Now, seeing these people crying out loud, she finally understood how terrible and cruel the deeds of these Evil Sect sorcerers were.

They brought such destruction to the common people and innocents.

Chu Zhiyuan’s actions were truly gratifying.

"Ah!"

"Not good!"

"It’s the Evil Sect sorcerers!"

...

Cheng Miaozhen saw several people suddenly collapse in the crowd, their bodies rapidly shrinking, and their flesh disappearing.

Others quickly recognized these people as Evil Sect sorcerers.

They soon turned into a few skeletons.

An invisible force lifted these few skeletons up, gently placing them above the White Bone Tower, increasing its height.

"Good riddance!"

"Evil Sect sorcerers, everyone should kill them!"

"The princely heir is wise!"

Cries erupted from within the crowd, some even shouting hoarsely.

Cheng Miaozhen stood in the crowd, watching with a solemn expression, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of compassion in her heart.

Those shouting hoarsely must have been deeply harmed by the Evil Sect sorcerers and were most supportive and grateful for Chu Zhiyuan’s actions.

Cheng Yifeng sighed, "The Princely Heir’s actions truly win people’s hearts."

Cheng Miaozhen gently nodded.

Cheng Yifeng said, "It’s said to eliminate the Evil Sect, but the only one who truly achieved it is the Princely Heir!"

Cheng Miaozhen sighed.

Why does everyone shout so loudly, yet so few truly act? There is a reason for it.

Cheng Yifeng said, "This way of dying is exactly like in the city, truly the tactics of the Princely Heir."

Cheng Miaozhen gently nodded.

"Not going to see the Princely Heir?" Cheng Yifeng looked at Cheng Miaozhen, "To inquire about this martial art."

Cheng Miaozhen shook her head.

"Shall we go in?" Cheng Yifeng said, "The Princely Heir will meet us."

Cheng Miaozhen snorted, "Big brother, we’ve seen the White Bone Tower. We should head back now."

"Truly not going to meet the Princely Heir?"

"No need."

"Alright then." Cheng Yifeng shook his head helplessly, "The Evil Sects here seem to be cowering, but on our side..."

Da Jing has the Evil Sect, and so does Da Zhen.

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In a small courtyard of the Purple Sun Villa, Chu Zhiyuan was sitting in a little pavilion, reading.

Xiao Ruoling sat opposite him.

She wore a white palace garment, her hair like clouds, her skin resembling mutton fat jade, her eyes deep and alluring, like a fairy descended from the heavens.

Chu Zhiyuan sat across from her, feeling her presence adding an enchanting atmosphere to the pavilion, bringing tranquility and joy to his heart.

On the stone table were two stacks of files; she picked one from the left stack, read it, and placed it in the right stack.

Outside the pavilion, Xu Yingying and Shen Hanyue were locked in combat.

Both wore white combat uniforms, their movements light and swift, fists and palms exchanging blows, the vigorous wind howling, resembling wind and thunder.

Their exchange was interspersed with sarcastic words, engaging in a battle of wits non-stop.

Inside the pavilion, Chu Zhiyuan put down the book and smiled, "The affairs of Yao Yue Palace are this busy?"

Xiao Ruoling’s stunning face showed a wry smile, shaking her head, "The Palace Master is slacking, so I have to take on more of the burden."

"So many things?"

"Not just within the peak; there are also many matters from the affiliated sects, entangled and cumbersome."

"Don’t overwork yourself."

"It’s alright, not that tiring," Xiao Ruoling said.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded.

He was observing the situation outside and at the same time focusing internally.

Two small Sword Gangs constantly attacked the Golden Tower, the Golden Tower emitted radiance affecting the whole body, the last layer of the Dragon Transformation Technique was continuously operating.

Simultaneously, the Yin Yang Return to Void Technique was also in operation, changing the body.

Under various effects, he felt that the first breakthrough should be the refining claw layer of the Dragon Transformation Technique.

His hands were subtly transforming, the strength of his ten fingers growing stronger, even having the urge to lightly touch the stone table and propel himself forward.

He suddenly turned his head and looked outside the pavilion.

He saw a figure flash by.

Wearing a simple green robe, with a graceful figure and ordinary appearance, was the Great Grandmaster Su Qiuyan.

Chu Zhiyuan stood up, stepped onto the pavilion steps, clasped his hands with a smile, "Mr. Su, a rare guest."

Su Qiuyan stood outside the pavilion, smiled, and clasped her hands, "Greetings to the Princely Heir."

"Mr. Su, please have a seat," Chu Zhiyuan smiled and gestured, "Let’s sit and talk."

Su Qiuyan entered the pavilion, giving Xiao Ruoling a sweet smile.

Xiao Ruoling also stood up and clasped her hands.

After seating her, Xiao Ruoling personally served tea.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Your Highness is now the Emperor, and I haven’t had the chance to congratulate."

Su Qiuyan said, "I come bearing a letter from the Emperor, per His Majesty’s command."

She took a letter from her sleeve and handed it to Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan accepted it with a smile, "How is she now?"

"Very well," Su Qiuyan nodded.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Mr. Su, don’t deceive me; she suddenly became Emperor, surely there is much dissent, it couldn’t be all good."

Su Qiuyan smiled but said nothing.

These words were indeed true.

To suddenly become Emperor, the foundation was too shallow, and more importantly, she was a woman.

One can only imagine how difficult her situation was.

But the Emperor, with her Phoenix bloodline, was resilient, navigating adversity with ease.

She often said it was the training in Yujing and the constant setbacks from Chu Zhiyuan that forged her character.

Even with the Court filled with betrayal, as long as she held the Emperor’s Sword, she could remain unshaken.

This letter, however, was sent in secret.

In Yujing, there was no need to avoid suspicion in dealings with Chu Zhiyuan.

But as the Da Meng Emperor, any interaction with the Princely Heir Chu Zhiyuan required discretion.

...

Chu Zhiyuan quickly scanned the letter, pondering thoughtfully.

Su Qiuyan watched him.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Does Da Meng truly want to negotiate peace with our Da Jing?"

Su Qiuyan nodded, "This is not a fabrication; given the current situation, the Emperor has no desire for war."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Uncle Ten has already returned to the capital, there’s no intention of warfare here either, the key is the newly emerging Secret Land in Da Meng."

Su Qiuyan said, "Regarding the Secret Land, the Emperor has mentioned it in the letter, right?"

"She’s too greedy," Chu Zhiyuan said.

Su Qiuyan sighed, "There’s no choice, the Emperor cannot appear too weak."

"Is she asking for my help now?"

"Don’t forget, Princely Heir, you owe the Emperor a favor."

"What about that Flying Knife?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.

Su Qiuyan gently shook her head.

"Hmph, unwilling to use up that favor, yet still asking for my help!" Chu Zhiyuan huffed.

Su Qiuyan awkwardly smiled.

Da Meng had already sent an envoy, ready to start negotiations with Da Jing.

But the negotiation terms would not be loose, as Da Meng held the advantage.

If the negotiations were unfavorable, they would inevitably face criticism and dissatisfaction from the entire court.

However, at this time, Da Jing was not afraid of war and even saw an opportunity.

Therefore, the negotiations would be extremely difficult.

At this time, as the Emperor, she had to use every means possible to secure sufficient benefits.

This is why she sent this letter.

It’s with the mindset of having a go regardless, as relinquishing Da Jing’s interests was nearly impossible for the Princely Heir to agree to.

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