Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

The news of the Xiliang King's return to the capital spread throughout Wudu.

Especially within the imperial court, every official, big and small, received this piece of news.

Inside the Imperial Study, the Martial Emperor sat on the dragon throne, not uttering a word, his brow furrowed, his expression extremely solemn.

Wei Xun attended to him on the side, not daring to say a word, even his breathing was slow and measured, afraid that his breathing would be too loud and his head would fall off.

Having served His Majesty for so many years, Wei Xun clearly felt that His Majesty was truly angry this time.

The Martial Emperor closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly opened them again, asking Wei Xun, "Wei Xun, what do you think is the Xiliang King's intention in returning to the capital at this time?"

Wei Xun swallowed his saliva and said with trepidation, "Reporting to Your Majesty, perhaps the Xiliang King misses you too much."

"Misses me? Hmph! Does the Xiliang King miss me, or does he miss the throne beneath me!" The Martial Emperor snorted coldly.

Wei Xun was so frightened that he knelt down in front of the Martial Emperor.

"Why are you so nervous? Could it be that you are one of the Xiliang King's people?" The Martial Emperor glanced at Wei Xun, and that glance was truly filled with killing intent.

"This old servant is Your Majesty's man in life, and Your Majesty's ghost in death! How could I possibly be one of the Xiliang King's people? Your Majesty, please see clearly!"

Wei Xun kowtowed to the Martial Emperor incessantly, his forehead bleeding from the kowtows, snot and tears streaming down his face, looking extremely frightened.

"I was just saying it casually, why are you so scared? Get up," the Martial Emperor sighed.

The Martial Emperor naturally knew that this old thing was his man.

However, the anger in the Martial Emperor's heart had nowhere to vent.

Those vassal kings, especially this Xiliang King, had always been a thorn in his side, even more troublesome than the remnants of the Shan King.

No matter what, the remnants of the Shan King could not amount to much, after all, the Shan King was dead, and his direct descendants were said to be still in exile, but in reality, they probably had long been cut off.

Otherwise, why haven't I found them after searching for so many years?

Moreover, after so long, the beliefs of the remnants of the Shan King had mostly wavered, and they had not formed much strength.

But this Xiliang King was different, the Xiliang King had always held military power on the border.

Moreover, the soldiers of the Xiliang King were all brave and skilled in battle.

In the previous few reductions of power to the vassal states, he alone dared not touch the Xiliang King.

As a result, the Xiliang King's power became greater and greater, and his prestige became higher and higher.

The Martial Emperor knew that what he had done before was very wrong.

This Xiliang King, whose tail was too big to wag, would eventually backfire.

But the problem was that the Martial Emperor had never found a good opportunity, and he was not prepared yet.

Now, his decrees could no longer reach Xiliang.

"Have people prepare," the Martial Emperor said coldly, "Since my ancestral uncle has returned, then I will naturally have to receive him well!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wei Xun hurriedly retreated.

"Mo Chi! Mo Chi! Something bad has happened!"

A handsome, idle prince strode into Xiao Mo Chi's courtyard.

Su Zihong walked to Xiao Mo Chi's side and grabbed the book from Xiao Mo Chi's hand, throwing it on the table: "Xiao Mo Chi! What time is it? You actually have the leisure to read?"

"Hey? You really are..." Xiao Mo Chi looked at his book being thrown on the table, "I haven't finished reading it yet."

"Don't read it, my dear brother. The Xiliang King has returned, didn't you know?" Su Zihong was furious.

Xiao Mo Chi smiled: "Look at you, so anxious again. The Xiliang King has returned, so what? What? Is the Xiliang King not allowed to return to the capital?"

Su Zihong rolled his eyes at Xiao Mo Chi: "It's not that the Xiliang King is not allowed to return to the capital, it's that he shouldn't return to the capital without His Majesty's summons, and even more so not at this time!

Don't you know what has happened?

During this period, the remnants of the Shan King have been constantly making trouble in Wudu, and then Liu Feng brought the princess of Chu.

Now the Xiliang King has returned to the capital!

Something big is about to happen!"

Xiao Mo Chi looked at his good friend with a smile: "Then tell me, what big thing could happen?"

"I..." Su Zihong hesitated, and then sighed, sitting beside Xiao Mo Chi, "If I knew what was going to happen, would I still come to you? I'm just an idle prince."

"Since you are an idle prince, then don't meddle in these things, live your life well, marry a decent princess, even if the Wu Kingdom falls, you won't fall."

Xiao Mo Chi reached out and took back the book, shook it, and continued to flip through it.

Su Zihong looked at Xiao Mo Chi's profile, frowned, as if he understood something, and once again took the book from Xiao Mo Chi's hand: "Could it be that you already guessed that the Xiliang King would return to the capital?

Hurry up, quickly tell your brother me, I really can't understand the current situation, I'm as anxious as a monkey."

Xiao Mo Chi sighed and looked at Su Zihong helplessly: "Don't you think that when a person knows nothing, it is the happiest time?"

Su Zihong's eyebrows twitched: "Why do I feel like you're scolding me?"

"Am I?" Xiao Mo Chi smiled.

"Oh, stop talking in riddles, like a monk, tell me quickly."

Su Zihong looked at Xiao Mo Chi.

"Ever since you returned to the Wu Kingdom more than ten years ago, I felt that you were going to do something big, although you told me that you just wanted to repay your homeland, but Mo Chi, I know you too well! You definitely have something planned!

Tell me quickly, what exactly do you want to do?"

Xiao Mo Chi just smiled: "Zihong, you should just be a fool, a sensitive fool is not a fool."

"Are you going to tell me or not?" Su Zihong was really anxious.

"No," Xiao Mo Chi replied decisively.

However, Xiao Mo Chi also admitted that he did have something to do.

"You..." Su Zihong was so angry, "Are we still brothers?"

Xiao Mo Chi shook his head: "It's precisely because we are brothers that I can't tell you these things."

Saying that, Xiao Mo Chi took the book on the table and walked out step by step, his voice coming from behind Xiao Mo Chi: "Zihong, you are happy being an idle prince, and that is the meaning of what I am doing."

Watching Xiao Mo Chi gradually walk away, Su Zihong wanted to understand what Xiao Mo Chi said.

But as usual, Su Zihong felt that his IQ was simply not enough.

"Hey! Where are you going! I'll go too!"

If he couldn't understand, he simply wouldn't think about it, Su Zihong quickly followed.