My System Is Three Thousand Years Early - Chapter 246

Chapter 246: Chapter 95 Something’s Not Right, Even Small Gestures Don’t Work (Please Subscribe)

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The King of South Ming watched silently at the nearby Town-Nation Duke’s Heir, unparalleled in handsomeness, and graceful in demeanor.

His composed face twitched slightly as the Jade Bead in his hand slowly began to spin.

Then, the King of South Ming’s gaze moved to the exceptionally beautiful Queen of the South Ming, who, despite her noble demeanor, carried the seductive charm of an Oiran. Her regal aura melded perfectly with her coquettish appearance.

Very beautiful.

But the King of South Ming felt that he couldn’t quite appreciate her.

His lips moved a few times, wanting to say something, yet in the end, he didn’t utter a word.

Silently, he stepped aside, retreating a few steps.

And withdrew the dagger from his waist that the Queen of the South Ming had plunged into him.

In the end, he didn’t dare to do anything to the capricious avatar of the Demon Emperor that was the Queen of the South Ming.

At most, he could only rage impotently, like a master of desk cleaning.

The King of South Ming took a deep breath, still not quite daring to believe that the avatar of the Demon Emperor would abandon him; they were supposed to stand together, the Demon Emperor wouldn’t go to such lengths.

But the situation before him, as well as the capricious nature of the Demon Emperor’s avatar, forced the King of South Ming to reassess the strange circumstances before him.

His gaze swept across Emperor Zhou and Cheng Zhihai in the sky above and then returned to focus on the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir.

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Seeing the brilliant smile on the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir, the King of South Ming couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

He considered the recent exposure of the Devil Clan’s smuggling port, which was the doing of this Town-Nation Duke’s Heir right before him. Could this scene at the royal ceremony also be his handiwork?

The King of South Ming pondered to himself, but he didn’t understand how the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir had discovered his plan.

Was it disclosed by the King of South Ming?

That shouldn’t be the case.

If the betrayal was by the Queen of the South Ming, then so be it.

But the last time, when the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir discovered the smuggling port of the Devil Clan, the Queen of South Ming had not been in contact with him yet – at least not openly and under his watch.

Thinking back to the Great Zhou-Great Wei martial arts tournament, it was also disrupted by this Town-Nation Duke’s Heir.

He had exposed Qiu Zhiman, the long-concealed, Ninth-Grade Head of the Martial Academy of Great Zhou, whose purpose was to kill the students during the competition and stir up relations between Great Wei and Great Zhou, leading to enmity and ideally, war.

But what was the outcome?

Qiu Zhiman was brutally killed.

His plan was disastrously miscarried.

And recalling the previous failure of Bai Shuxuan to bewitch Cheng Guang and the assassination attempt that not only failed but resulted in the loss of many subordinates including those strong enough to be in the Eighth-Rank King Realm.

It could certainly be considered a colossal loss.

The King of South Ming for some reason had the unnerving feeling that all his moves were being anticipated by the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir, thwarting his plans every step of the way.

The King of South Ming slowly spun the Jade Bead in his hand, looking at the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir not far away. He patiently controlled his emotions and asked:

“Was today’s drama directed by you?”

Cheng Guang spread his hands, “It wasn’t me, but does that matter?”

The King of South Ming scoffed sarcastically, “Indeed it doesn’t matter.”

At that moment, Emperor Zhou and Cheng Zhihai, who had been standing in the sky, slowly descended from above and landed not far from the King of South Ming.

The previously somewhat chaotic Shenyue Mountain fell deathly silent the moment Emperor Zhou appeared, instantly tranquilizing the turmoil.

Some rebellious officials who were still struggling, but upon seeing the figure of Emperor Zhou, immediately became ashen-faced, pale with defeat, giving up any resistance.

With Emperor Zhou present, Great Zhou could not possibly be in chaos.

Even the crown prince could not stir up any trouble under such circumstances.

At the same time, the Court’s Prime Minister who had just been meditating, along with the other five ministers except the Minister of Rites, were also no longer playing dead at this time.

They felt fortunate in their hearts that they had not impulsively supported the King of South Ming’s ascension to the throne; otherwise, they really did not know what their fate would have been.

“Your Majesty, are you okay?”

“Your Majesty, when the Devil Emperor suddenly attacked, we were also caught off guard.”

“Luckily, Your Majesty is unharmed. Otherwise, I would definitely have fought the Devil Emperor to the death.”

“Now that the White Tiger Devil Emperor has died a miserable death, it’s truly gratifying. Daring to lay a hand on Your Majesty – he deserved this fate!”

The court officials gathered around, bowing respectfully and expressing concern for Emperor Zhou, showing their loyalty.

Emperor Zhou’s stern and majestic face remained unchanged after listening to the ministers, merely glancing at the appearance of the court officials before his gaze fell on the group of rebellious officers.

Leading them was the Minister of Rites, Wen Shouren, whose cultivation was extremely high. Prior to this, even the constables and Gold Lantern Catchers couldn’t subdue him effectively.

But the moment Emperor Zhou appeared, the Minister of Rites, Wen Shouren, immediately knelt down willingly, pulling his somewhat confused son Wen Qinghe to kneel beside him.

Wen Qinghe felt as if he was dreaming – first hearing that Emperor Zhou was dead, his father decisively shifted allegiance to the King of South Ming, supporting his emperorship for a grand reward. And now, His Majesty was alive again.

He couldn’t make sense of the current situation.

So, he simply lay down flat like a salted fish.

Daring not to resist in the slightest.

When the Minister of Rites, Wen Shouren, noticed Emperor Zhou’s gaze on him, tears streamed down his wrinkled old face, and his lips quivered as he began to sob loudly.