CHAPTER 1067: CHAPTER 589: BEHIND THE THOUSAND BLACK-CLAD COMMONERS

On the Observation Tower, a cold wind blew in, lifting a few strands of hair under the brim of Zhao Douan’s mask.

Sun Lianying was momentarily stunned, looking at "Yama Zhao," who held the ancient wooden railing lightly with both hands and overlooked the distant street. His expression was peculiar as he said, "Say that again, this old ear didn’t hear it clearly."

The old eunuch’s face practically had words written on it: Are you kidding me?

Who in the Capital doesn’t know your temper? Not to mention this peace negotiation delegation, Zhao Douan is already secretly monitoring, controlling the situation as another force. Even without that identity, given his past conduct, he definitely wouldn’t stoop to something so disgraceful.

Zhao Douan turned his head, looking quite innocent, and said seriously, "You’ve really misunderstood me. I’m currently not some Zhao Yan but merely acting as a small arrest office agent. How can I meddle in big things like the peace negotiation delegation?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently tapped his white mask very seriously.

The white mask appeared especially inconspicuous against the background of the Capital’s endless rooftops covered with a thin layer of white snow.

Sun Lianying still didn’t believe it, but he vaguely heard some undertones, just about to ask, when he was surprised to find new changes on the distant street.

...

The street where the delegation was walking was originally cleared in advance, forbidding commoners to walk here.

Therefore, the long street appeared particularly empty, with only civil servants led by the Minister of the Ministry of Rites reluctantly leading the procession into the city.

However, just as the court’s civil servants were fuming, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites suddenly stopped and looked ahead in astonishment.

Behind him, Xu Xueling riding a giant white wolf and Xu Wenyan on a short-legged horse due to his obesity simultaneously heard a rustling sound, initially faint but soon becoming intense as it drew nearer.

Immediately, in everyone’s sight, at the end of the silent, snow-covered long street, figures dressed in black emerged from the alleys on both sides, an overwhelming number, almost continuously pouring out, spreading along the long street, bringing a peculiar sense of killing intent in the silent Capital.

Almost instinctively, the delegation stopped, faces showing vigilance.

The plump face of Xu Wenyan, often smiling foolishly, briefly flashed a sharp light in his eyes, while Mr. Feng beside him showed a solemn expression.

Xu Xueling was momentarily stunned, clutching the whip tightly, instinctively glanced at the old royal mansion minister beside him, a thought dawned: Could it be the dog Emperor tricking them into a trap? Had he arranged an army to devour them?

However, quickly, as the dark crowd gradually approached, the princely heir and the Commandery Princess realized the situation wasn’t as expected.

The black-dressed individuals clearly weren’t soldiers, wielding no knives or armor; even their black garments weren’t purely black, except for the first batch, most wore dark-colored clothes, attempting to standardize their attire.

Among them were men and women, old and young, even children, most carrying a basket in hand, while on the flanks of this black torrent, menacing men with red flowers embroidered on their sleeves maintained order.

Red Flower Society!

This was clearly the most organized underground faction, Red Flower Society, escorting people in and blocking the street, stopping the delegation’s advance.

"Crunch, crunch." The footsteps on the thin snow abruptly halted at a distance from the delegation, uniformly as if rehearsed, with faces expressionless regardless of gender or age.

On one side, the peace negotiation delegation sent by two Vassal Kings, on the other, the commoners driven by street ruffians.

Both sides seemed to commence a standoff on this long street.

"What... does this mean?!" Xu Xueling snapped back, glaring at the Minister of the Ministry of Rites.

Xu Wenyan also looked over, waiting for an answer.

However, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites was clearly more bewildered than them, coming to his senses after a moment, shaking his head: "No idea... I really don’t know..."

He was quite confused, having heard nothing of such an incident.

Xu Xueling angrily said, "Get rid of these lowly people quickly; if they delay this Commandery Princess from entering the palace, you’ll suffer for it."

The Commandery Princess, notorious for her tyrannical temperament along the Iron Pass Road, shouted loudly without an awareness of being in another’s territory; or perhaps, in her view, these commoners were not even of the same species as the nobility.

Yet, before the Minister of the Ministry of Rites could respond, a sudden rise of bamboo poles among the silent dark crowd unfurled banners, with words like "Rebels Get Out of the Capital" in bold black letters on white cloth.

A middle-aged woman suddenly shouted loudly, "Get out of the Capital!"

While shouting, she scooped some moldy, foul-smelling eggs from the basket on her arm and hurled them fiercely at the delegation!

It was as if a "signal" had been activated, and instantly, the dark mass of commoners simultaneously shouted slogans like "Get out of the Capital" and "Rebels Must Die," accompanied by countless rotten leaves, stones, snowballs, wooden blocks, and other miscellaneous projectiles, like birds startled from a forest, suddenly took flight, turning into a deluge of black objects, a torrential rain of justice indiscriminately falling upon the delegation’s procession from above.

"Commandery Princess, watch out!"

A tall guard from the Yanshan Royal Mansion suddenly shielded Xu Xueling, slashing forward with his sword, "Thud," splitting a few rotten eggs, with foul-smelling egg liquid nearly congealed, flowing down the blade.

Then, a leaf stuck to this cultivation martial artist’s face... changing his expression.