Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 296: The Ambition of the Bull Emperor of Yaoqiu

On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month.

At noon, a grand wedding procession set off from Tianmen Valley.

Five hundred and six iron cavalry rode at the front, followed by the ceremonial entourage of the six imperial families. In the middle were five horse-drawn wedding carriages surrounded by dozens of maidservants. Behind them were fifty thousand stones of grain and fodder, three thousand fine horses, three thousand sets of excellent armor, three hundred loads of spiritual herbs, three hundred and six military books and martial arts classics from the six families, three hundred thousand taels of silver, fifty thousand exquisite silk fabrics, and three thousand exquisite porcelain items.

There were also one thousand black-armored death warriors, fifty giant monsters from the impoverished Yao tribe, and five ferocious and bloodthirsty flying winged fat blobs!

The dowry of the six families was meticulously prepared, trying to match the dowry of the legendary Princess Changping from the capital. In terms of the usefulness to Jiang Yuqing, it was even more generous.

The six family heads, including Wei Chi Shuo Wanlie, who accompanied the procession, felt a sense of melancholy in their hearts, but there was absolutely no reluctance or hesitation. When the six families sponsored Zhe Feiyan's cultivation in Baiheqiu, it was all for the future of the six families. Now that Zhe Feiyan's martial cultivation was extremely high and she had entered Jiang Yuqing's family, no matter how you looked at it, they were not at a loss.

Once she gave birth to the eldest son of the Jiang family, the future would change dramatically, and there would be great potential.

"Thank you, Wanlie!"

When the wedding procession reached Sanzhangyuan, a group of people including Zhe Tengjiao stopped to bid farewell, bowing respectfully.

"Uncles, please rest assured!"

Wei Chi Shuo Wanlie said in a deep voice, "Even if I have to sacrifice everything, I will fight for a legitimate wife status for Feiyan!"

Zhe Tengjiao and the others bowed again, watching the wedding procession move further away.

After Sanzhangyuan, they left the Three Thousand Li Horse Plain and entered the territory of Wuma City in the Xiqin region of the Qilingzhou.

As they were about to enter the city, a figure suddenly rushed out from a barren forest ahead. The figure had a majestic and fluctuating Venerable aura, and the shadows of small swords were swirling around.

The five hundred iron cavalry leading the way were startled and became chaotic.

Wei Chi Shuo Wanlie frowned slightly, his figure flashed, stepping on the shadows of the trees, and arrived in mid-air in front. He looked closely and saw that the person was none other than Qingmu Yi, the third-generation disciple of Baiheqiu. He couldn't help but feel a bit troubled.

The six families were all aware of the relationship between Zhe Feiyan and Qingmu Yi. Zhe Feiyan had written a letter back home inquiring about their opinion, but Zhe Tengjiao had rejected it.

At this moment, Qingmu Yi's eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and he seemed extremely exhausted. He even appeared a bit ferocious as he stared fixedly at the wedding carriage. "Junior sister! I only ask you one question, are you willing?"

The members of the dowry procession all looked towards the direction of the wedding carriage. If Zhe Feiyan suddenly changed her mind at this moment, it would be quite embarrassing.

Wei Chi Shuo Wanlie also felt a bit nervous.

Unexpectedly, there was complete silence inside the carriage, without any response.

Qingmu Yi became even more frantic. "Both of us are direct disciples of prestigious sects, cultivating the transcendent Martial Dao that does not involve the mortal world. Why would you value these worldly possessions and honors?

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let you come to kill Jiang Yuqing!"

The inside of the wedding carriage remained silent.

A maidservant who had grown up with Zhe Feiyan quietly lifted a corner of the curtain and found that Zhe Feiyan had no expression on her face. She quickly put down the curtain.

"You once said that we, as martial brothers and sisters, cultivate the transcendent Martial Dao and do not involve ourselves in the mortal world..."

Qingmu Yi angrily said, "If you like worldly wealth and prosperity, you should have told your martial brother earlier. Your martial brother could have entered the capital of Da Zhou and joined the six ministries, gradually becoming a wealthy official. I would have promised you a lifetime of wealth and prosperity!

Junior sister, explain clearly. If you are not willing, then come with me. Let's leave Baiheqiu and wander through the various countries. With my abilities, I can definitely become a king."

Wei Chi Shuo Wanlie could no longer bear it and said in a deep voice, "Qingmu Yi, have you lost your mind as a disciple of a prestigious sect? You should recognize reality and not play with these empty and meaningless things, lest you become a laughingstock.

Jiang Yuqing herself is a high-level Venerable expert, who has even defeated you personally. She is a divine Venerable with talent ten times better than yours, and she is a feudal lord! How can you compare to her in the slightest?"

There were no more words in the world that could be more heartless and cruel!

The most tragic thing in life is when the other person is better than you in every aspect.

With the resolute temperament of Weichi Shuowanlie, he would never have said such words. But he felt that it was better to end things cleanly and decisively. Ling Qingyi froze, her face pale as if she were a defeated rooster, filled with despair and hopelessness. She ignored Weichi Shuowanlie and said in a broken voice, "Senior brother, as long as you say one word!"

Finally, a decisive voice came from the wedding car, "Senior brother, we are only fellow disciples. Don't let your thoughts wander. Martial Dao, worldly affairs, behaving like children! Go!"

The wedding procession eventually left, and Zhe Feiyan did not show herself. The long line of cars disappeared at the end of the official road. Ling Qingyi stood dumbfounded by the roadside, her eyes never blinking.

The feeling of helplessness after being powerless is the most destructive mentality.

"Hehe..."

Suddenly, a grim-faced old nun walked over from a distance. She had a hunched back but her eyes emitted a chilling light. When she reached them, she sighed, "How pitiful..."

Ling Qingyi interrupted bluntly, "Who are you?"

Suddenly, he felt like he should fight someone. This old nun was a good choice. He could knock her down and bend her hunched back even more.

The old nun smiled faintly and looked towards the horizon. "I have personally witnessed Jiang Yuqing capturing disciples from under my sect and being powerless to stop him. I have seen him steadily rise in martial arts, and I have felt jealous. In the end, I had no choice but to leave and wander in a foreign land. Just like your junior sister becoming his concubine, suffering his bullying and feeling helpless. I know that he will kill me in this lifetime, and my fate will be extremely miserable. That's why I want to struggle. Since you have such an irreconcilable hatred with him, killing your junior sister and forcibly marrying her, why don't you want to struggle? Are you just going to act like a little girl here?"

"Daddy... The treasure that was about to be in my hands was snatched away by someone else. I can't accept it!"

Ling Qingyi stared at her intently and asked, "How should I struggle? Tell me."

The old nun smiled and said, "You have been tainted by the bloodthirsty aura of the Western Qin Army and your mind has been disturbed by losing your junior sister. I'm afraid you won't be able to make any progress in this lifetime. If you want to kill Jiang Yuqing, it's as difficult as reaching the heavens. White Crane Hill can't help you either. Why not leave White Crane Hill? Although I'm going to Demon Hill, the Bull Emperor wants to summon the ancestors and revive the demon race when the Martial Dao prosperous era arrives. Now, there is a lack of a disciple who can open up new territories under his seat. Your talent is outstanding. If you join the Bull Emperor, cultivate the demon path, it won't be long before you can become an Earth Immortal, just like me. What do you think?"

Ling Qingyi's face changed constantly. Although the words of the old nun were unpleasant, they made sense. He had already been tainted by the bloodthirsty aura and it would be difficult for him to make any progress in this lifetime. This time, as the senior brother of White Crane Hill, he came here and achieved nothing. He even lost three fellow disciples. He was afraid that he would face punishment when he returned. After thinking for a long time, he took a deep breath and cupped his fists, saying, "I am willing to follow you to Demon Hill, senior sister!"

...

"I will trouble you, Mr. Song!"

"Rest assured, Your Highness!"

Thirty.

New Year's Eve.

At the west gate of Xingling Prefecture, a farewell ceremony was taking place.

Song Laochu, the newly appointed governor of the Three New Provinces and Eighteen Prefectures, was preparing to go to the Western Regions to manage everything before the Lunar New Year.

Xin Zhuo personally saw him off. It wasn't that he didn't want his subordinates to celebrate the New Year before leaving, but the old aristocrats of the Western Regions took advantage of the situation to cause trouble. There were even traces of the Ghostfang Three Kingdoms among them. Although they were just minor disturbances, chaos must not be allowed to rise again.

Of course, he couldn't simply hand over the territory that his soldiers had fought so hard to win to an unfamiliar old Confucian scholar. For this reason, he didn't hesitate to send his cousin Jiang Yuxi and his uncle Jiang Gu'en to lead the army. Han Qiniang, Hongshu, Ying Jianying, and Shan Yao, who knew about the Western Regions, also went with them to gain experience.

Training was only one aspect, and the main purpose was to inquire about the whereabouts of Demon Hill and the movements of White Crane Hill.

He had complete confidence in the four women.

(End of this chapter)