But Yang Xuanze, the youngest son of the king of Yang, who had been patient for so many years, finally lost his temper in the palace and smashed a jade pendant.No one dared to take the blame for the crime of obstructing the king''s family ethics.

    The whole palace was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

    It seemed as if even the wind was too scared to blow.

    The eunuch Liu Huai immediately bowed and apologized, trembling with fear, "I dare not, my lord."

    But he maintained a perfect posture and full etiquette, without moving a muscle.

    He apologized and bowed, but he didn''t let go.

    Looking at the guards, palace maids, and eunuchs around him, all bowing their heads in silence, and the silent palace, Yang Xuanze found that his already cold heart could still cool a few degrees more...

    With his father''s cultivation, how could he not hear such a commotion?

    He just didn''t want to hear it, or maybe he couldn''t be bothered.

    After enduring for so many years, he had lost his temper for the first time. Yang Xuanze had originally wanted to do something, but suddenly felt disheartened.

    What was the point?

    "Never mind," he sighed, taking out a letter from his sleeve. "The affairs of the state cannot be delayed. You deliver this letter to my father, and I won''t bother him anymore."

    "I will definitely deliver it," Liu Huai said, bowing deeply and respectfully accepting the letter with both hands, never losing his respect as a subject.

    He watched Yang Xuanze''s back as he walked away.

    Then he straightened up little by little. Without looking, he crushed the letter into powder with a twist of his hands.

    A cold smile played at the corner of his mouth. The Eastern Palace was now secure. Liu Huai knew very well who the true master of this place was. Prince Wu had only just thought of "doing the right thing" and "stirring up trouble," but it was too late.

    Moreover, the king didn''t care about this so-called son at all. The Crown Prince was the future master of the Yang Kingdom, and he had served the king for many years. How could he not know?

    He was loyal to the king, but he also had to maintain the necessary awe for the next king.

    Delivering this letter today was just a casual matter, but in the eyes of someone with a purpose, it was a sign of wavering loyalty, and there would be a reckoning in the future. How could he risk it for the sake of a mere Yang Xuanze?

    Outside the palace, there were guards, palace maids, and eunuchs, but they all kept their heads down and didn''t dare to look in his direction.

    Liu Huai bowed, not worthy of being seen. If he was unlucky enough to be seen, he might lose his life.

    He turned and walked back into the palace, not making a sound.

    There were countless people around the king, and no one could afford to delay him.

    The grand hall was vast, and the king of Yang, Yang Jiande, sat with his eyes closed on a white jade cushion, a faint golden light shining above his head, but he was not busy with any political affairs.

    Liu Huai stood carefully in a corner of the hall, where the king could find him first if he wanted to, but he wouldn''t always be in the king''s line of sight to annoy him.

    After a long time, the king of Yang, Yang Jiande, did not open his eyes, only saying, "What is Xuanze making a fuss about now?"

    Liu Huai said respectfully, "He says there is an urgent matter to discuss with Your Majesty."

    In the vast hall, there was no further discussion.

    ...

    ...

    The plague in the city of Jiacheng was finally brought under control. S~?a??h the N?velF?re.?et website on G??gl? to access chapters of n?vels early and in the highest quality.

    With the support of the Yang Court and the assistance of the Four Seas Trading Alliance, the Xiji family, which had ruled this land for hundreds of years, mobilized all its strength to contain the plague before the end of July.

    After all, the plague was terrifying, but in the transcendent world, it was not an unsolvable problem. It didn''t even fall into the most terrifying category of disasters.

    Take last year''s great battle between Qin and Chu in the river valley plain, for example. Nearly a hundred thousand transcendent cultivators were involved, causing landslides and earthquakes.

    In the battle between the two great powers, the entire river valley plain sank for a hundred miles, and not a blade of grass grew. The fertile land of the past had turned into scorched earth overnight. How many people had this plain once supported, but now not even weeds could grow. What kind of natural disaster could compare to such devastation?

    Not to mention the complete extinction of the city of Fenglin in the Zhuang Kingdom, where tens of thousands of people were wiped out, not to mention...

    The plague in the Yang Kingdom had spread until now, and the number of deaths had not yet exceeded ten thousand.

    Of course, things were not calculated in this way, and tragedy was never good for comparison.

    But human calamity always triumphed over natural disasters.

    People killed people, more than any natural disaster, any alien, and killed more, and killed more happily!

    Let''s not talk about these things.

    Those who were paying attention had probably already noticed that in recent times, the direct descendants of the Xiji family had become increasingly rare in Jiacheng, and many of the Xiji family''s industries had been sold or given away, almost completely dispersed.

    The Xiji family had already withdrawn from Jiacheng, and from the land they had cultivated for hundreds of years.

    Their whereabouts were unclear, but many people were convinced that they had gone to the Eastern King''s Valley, especially since the current head of the Xiji family, Xi Zichu, was a disciple of the Eastern King''s Valley.

    The Eastern King''s Valley itself was not much different from an ordinary country, so it was only natural that it could accommodate the Xiji family.

    However, leaving one''s hometown was a disgrace. No matter where they migrated to, it would probably take more than one or two generations for the Xiji family to restore its former glory.

    ...

    On this day, Jiang Wang was practicing, when a town hall warrior came to report, "Lord Jiang, Xi... Xi Zichu is outside the town, specifically asking for a battle with you!"

    The shadow of a man, the shadow of a tree.The Xi family had managed the Jia City domain for hundreds of years, and even if they lost the people''s hearts during the rat plague, their long-accumulated prestige had not dissipated in an instant.

    Especially Xi Zichu, as the current head of the Xi family, had undisputedly inherited this prestige.

    This was also the reason why Jiang Wang initially believed that to contain the Jia City rat plague, Xi Zichu''s cooperation was indispensable.

    In the entire Jia City domain, there was no one who did not fear the Xi family''s reputation, and this warrior from the town hall was no exception.

    Jiang Wang opened his eyes, showing no sign of surprise.

    He directly took his long sword, pushed the door open, and walked towards the town''s north gate.

    Coming from the direction of Jia City, one naturally had to pass through the north gate.

    While still on the road, another angry shout was heard, shaking the entire town.

    "Jiang Wang!"

    This time, Xiang Qian, Zhu Bijing, Zhang Hai, and Dugu Xiao were all startled.

    Even the guards of the Four Seas Commerce Alliance who were guarding the warehouse, and the medical cultivators sent by Chong Xuan Sheng to treat the people, all took notice.

    Not to mention the town hall''s constables, warriors, and even the townspeople.

    If it weren''t for the special period forbidding entry and exit, the townspeople would have probably crowded the north gate to the point of being impassable by now.

    Even so, they all pricked up their ears in their homes, waiting for what was to come.

    But to their disappointment, that town-shaking voice did not sound again.

    Because... Jiang Wang had already arrived.

    This battle should have taken place in Jia City that day, but thinking of the city''s people, he sheathed his sword and left.

    Now, he certainly would not avoid confrontation.

    Jiang Wang strode to the outside of Qingyang Town''s north gate, and at first glance, he saw Xi Zichu.

    Standing alone.

    The usual suave and dashing demeanor was all hidden away, his face, which had lost much weight, was stern.

    He wore mourning clothes, his forehead wrapped with a mourning band, exuding an aura of solemn killing intent.

    Upon seeing Jiang Wang appear, he simply said, "All is settled, as per our previous agreement."

    He thrust the carp-patterned red flag in his hand into the ground, several inches deep, the flag fluttering in the wind.

    "Jiang Wang! I am here to kill you!"

    The hatred for his father''s murder was irreconcilable.

    Xiang Qian was eager to try, and Dugu Xiao quietly tugged at Zhu Bijing.

    But Jiang Wang waved his hand backward, signaling them not to act rashly.

    With one hand on the sword at his waist, he stood firm outside the town gate.

    With his sword alone as his gatekeeper, he simply said, "Come forth!"

    End of the text.