Chapter 822 - 235: Strife of Imperial Differences, Human Emperor System Rule

Chapter 822: Chapter 235: Strife of Imperial Differences, Human Emperor System Rule

The Imperial Palace was shrouded in darkness, with the beams of light slanting in from outside casting half-shadows on Ji Hu’s face.

The legendary assassin from over two thousand years ago—Yu Chang—suddenly appeared from the shadows, holding a dagger and standing guard before the Emperor.

Outside the palace gates, the sound of thunder reverberated.

The clash of copper armor and iron helmets, swords, and long halberds surged like waves, roaring and thundering.

The sound of crossbows firing rapidly echoed outside the hall, resembling a sudden downpour of raindrops.

In the forbidden grounds of the Imperial Palace, the sound of warfare resonated.

What is the reason for this?

It’s simple: someone is attacking the Imperial Palace.

This person is Grand Tutor Gao.

At this moment, Grand General Xie Feng is guarding the entrance to the Jade Capital in the south along Hanzhou Path, while Gao Kaiping is stationed in a strategic location elsewhere. Here, those guarding the Emperor apart from a handful of incapable guards that cannot form an army, the only one who could stand on the stage is Yu Chang.

Voices burst forth from the chaos of distant troops.

"Ji Hu is not the Dragon Child, but a bastard child of Marquis Carefree, otherwise why address him as father?"

"Ji Hu, incompetent ruler!"

"Ji Hu, prepare to die!"

The rumor that "the Emperor is the bastard child of Marquis Carefree" has actually been circulating subtly for years.

Many know the absurdity of it, yet those who truly know the truth, those who get close to the Emperor, are few.

However, the Emperor acknowledges Marquis Carefree and genuinely calls him false father, igniting this rumor into a furious flame.

This seemingly true yet false topic involving palace secrets always spreads far; even though it was suppressed earlier by the state, now amidst the chaos, these voices still resonate prominently.

Ji Hu sat on the Nine Dragon Golden Throne, silently gazing afar.

In his eyes, the usually confident and always teasing legendary assassin was inexplicably flustered.

Ji Hu asked, "Yu Chang, what’s wrong with you?"

Yu Chang opened his mouth, his teeth trembling "clatter, clatter."

"The Dragon Vein, something major has happened."

Ji Hu asked, "What is it?"

Yu Chang did not speak, or perhaps he couldn’t believe it, dared not speak, and was perhaps too shocked to form words.

While they were talking, the sound of slaughter in the distance grew closer and surrounded Dragon Roar Hall from all sides.

The young Emperor glanced at the pale and unusually abnormal Yu Chang, rose from his seat alone, activated the mechanism in the Dark Pavilion, entered it, retrieved that Wordless Kite, and then returned.

He didn’t sit back on the Dragon Throne but sat on the stone steps beneath it, calmly gazing with gentle eyes at the kite, then suddenly looked up, his expression changing, his piercing eyes fixed afar.

"Yu Chang, if there’s no turning back, grant me a dignified end," the young Emperor suddenly said, his tears already shed dry, his mother lost, and his warmth long turned into perhaps never truly existent mirage.

"First let me understand why the Grand Tutor and many generals would commit treason."

He closed his eyes.

Things happened too fast.

Earlier, his mother was besieged outside the city by troops, and together with Marquis Carefree, perished in a self-immolation.

Now is it his turn?

This land, has he ever truly understood it?

The complex web of conspiracies, what is true, what is false? Has he really seen clearly?

At this moment, Yu Chang suddenly let out a scream, then clasped his head, falling to the ground, his face ashen.

He was a loyal soul bound by the Dragon Vein, now rapidly shattering; naturally, he was greatly affected.

The young Emperor glanced down at Yu Chang, unconcerned.

Boom!

A sudden explosion occurred at the door of Dragon Roar Hall.

A headless corpse crashed through the door, rolling into the hall.

The front of the hall was already a river of blood, Grand Tutor Gao’s face refined, carrying a long sword, he glanced from a distance at the Emperor seated beneath the Dragon Throne, then at Yu Chang writhing on the ground, smiled faintly, strode in, and casually closed the door, saying, "The Emperor of Great Zhou, lost in indulgence, not even sitting on the Dragon Throne as death approaches, how rebellious is this? Or did I fail to teach you well?"

The young Emperor paused upon hearing "Emperor of Great Zhou," the answers he intended to ask had already become somewhat blurred and hard to believe; however, in this demon fiend and treacherous era, is anything impossible?

He gently said, "You are not Grand Tutor Gao, who are you?"

Grand Tutor Gao did not continue talking with him but swiftly glanced at the agonizing Yu Chang on the ground, suddenly raised a hand in a shake, and the long sword rang fiercely, swiftly approaching Yu Chang.

The sword, carrying fierce blood aura, instantly slashed toward Yu Chang.

Such a sword previously had no qualification even to touch Yu Chang, but in the next instant, blood splashed... directly severing Yu Chang’s head.

But that was not the end.

Grand Tutor Gao’s fingers bent slightly, the sword light knitted into a net, shredding Yu Chang’s body into pieces.

Thus, even if the latter could recover, it would take a very, very long time.

In the blink of an eye, the legendary assassin from over two thousand years ago became a pile of flesh.

The blood of this flesh seemed devoid of life, not bonding, merging, or reviving Yu Chang, but instead slumped to the ground.

This indicated...that the legendary assassin might never be resurrected again.

Grand Tutor Gao cautiously watched the pile of flesh for a moment before turning back to the young Emperor, then laughed and said, "So be it, ultimately the last Emperor, it’s also a sorrowful fate for one seated on this throne.

Let me explain a few things to you."

As the situation was settled, he was eager to converse.

And his form of address was also intriguing.

"I am the last king of the Xia Dynasty—Xia She.

The things I taught you are actually very useful, they are the true path of the ruler."