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Chapter 641 - 623 - Should I be grateful for the First Young Master’s praise?_1

Chapter 641: Chapter 623 - Should I be grateful for the First Young Master’s praise?_1

However, after just a brief rest, Qin Yi, who was guarding the door, suddenly issued a low roar!

"Beware! Those rogues are back again!"

Ye Han and the warriors in the house immediately got up, each grabbing the weapons in their hands, prepared for the worst.

Ye Han swiftly grabbed his spear and took a few steps towards the window to peek outside, only to gasp in shock!

It was as if a multitude of black ants, comparable to countless shadows, were scaling the walls and streaming in from the main gate, converging upon this place from all directions with a relentless determination that would stop at nothing to achieve their aim!

Ye Han gasped again in disbelief!

The number of these invaders was simply overwhelming. He immediately turned around and shouted to his comrades behind him.

"Quickly, notify His Majesty, the enemies are too many. For His Majesty’s safety, please take refuge underground for now!"

While he was still speaking, Qin Yi outside had already engaged with the invaders, and the sounds of fighting promptly erupted!

Ye Han had just finished speaking, when dozens of men rushed towards the window. He promptly moved to intercept them and found himself embroiled in the battle.

"The heavy dew weighs the hazy fog and the wind cries, its melancholy color seeping into the war robes. Saddened by endless desolation, the white bones are scattered, remnants of destruction."

Very soon, amidst the screaming and killing, this Buddhist hall was no longer the peaceful sanctuary it had been.

Corpses were strewn across the area, a river of fresh blood flowed, creating a scene of horrifying carnage...

Even the air was filled with a nauseating, thick stench of blood!

Escorted by the howling wind and the falling heavy snow, it drifted far away...

Su Pan’er tightly clutched the swaddling clothes, gently covering Little Yanyan’s face. The cold wind continued to rampage, forcefully pushing the thick scent of blood and stinging smell of burning fire into her nostrils. Nevertheless, she stood tall, her chest puffed out as she followed behind the person leading the way.

Very soon, they arrived before the grand hall that held the statue of Jizo Bodhisattva.

"Wait here."

The man leading didn’t even turn around to look at her. He casually left those words behind before entering the grand hall. He soon emerged again, beckoning Su Pan’er forward. "Come in! Someone wants to meet you!"

Su Pan’er didn’t reply. Holding Little Yanyan in her arms, she followed him inside.

The Jizo Bodhisattva inside the grand hall still exuded a solemn and dignified aura. The burning incense in front of him shrouded his face in a misty veil.

On the Pu Tuan cushion in front of Jizo Bodhisattva sat a figure that was extremely familiar to Su Pan’er.

She couldn’t help but curl the corner of her mouth, and a sarcastic comment naturally spilled out. "The dignified Young Master really has an interesting taste. Praying to Buddha in the midst of this bloodshed, that’s truly devout. I’m sure even the Jizo Bodhisattva is listening attentively to your repentance!"

Qin Hong sat with his eyes closed in devotion, his hands clasped together. Upon hearing her words, he did not open his eyes but instead let out a long sigh.

"Since ancient times, no one has easily claimed heroic achievements. Achieving success as a general typically entails countless sacrifices. Let alone the throne, which has been erected upon countless bones. I believe you’re smart enough to understand all this without needing me to elaborate."

Su Pan’er was stunned!

Obviously, it was a classic case of "an old resident moving — posing with grandiosity!" His pretentiousness surely ran high!

"Is Qin Zitong really rebelling?"

Qin Zitong is the real name of Prince Xuan. She directly brought it up, successfully causing Qin Hong to shudder and suddenly turn to look at her.

After a while, he suddenly broke into a smile!

"The king, my father, isn’t rebelling. He’s simply taking back what rightfully belongs to him!"

He seemed unperturbed, showing no sign of wanting to hide anything at all.

"Haha, what a ridiculous argument!"

Su Pan’er laughed coldly, not surprised by his evasion. However, the other party surprisingly didn’t even attempt to cover up, indicating that the current situation indeed was dire!

Qin Hong finally put down his wooden block bell and stood up. He stood in front of Su Pan’er, looking at the swathed baby in her arms for a long while before speaking softly.

"Haha, how would you know about the past? Do you know why my father (Prince Xuan) was implicated when the former crown prince and the Fourth Prince were fighting for the throne, and was ultimately exiled to the fiefdom?"

He stared into Su Pan’er’s eyes: "That’s because our well-beloved emperor nearly killed my father with his own hands. His Own Hands! Even the former crown prince was personally killed by him. I saw it with my own eyes when he slit the former crown prince’s throat with a knife. The former crown prince was his own son, yet he was ruthless enough to kill him!"

The muscles on Qin Hong’s face twitched non-stop.

Su Pan’er wanted to say something, but no words came out.

"You might not know this, but back then, he even pressed his knife against my father’s neck. And I, I watched with my own eyes as my father, terrified, soiled himself and begged to be exiled to his fiefdom. And only then, our emperor spared my father’s life. Because my father was frightened to the point of losing control of his own bodily functions, which I witnessed, that has been the core reason why my father has despised me all these years."

Qin Hong looked at Su Pan’er with a mocking smile on his face: "Tell me, if this happened to you, what would you do? Ha-ha, I know Qin Yi has tried to investigate this matter. Unfortunately, those official historians were all afraid of dying, so they kept the whole incident vague, obfuscating the events and just reported the final result."

So, there was such an inside story to all this!

Su Pan’er finally understood!

"Given the circumstances back then, why did you all come to the capital? By all accounts, your father had no chance of succeeding the throne, right?"

"As the old saying goes, ’Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river’!"

Qin Hong continued to spill everything to Su Pan’er: "Originally, a few other princes had people calling for them to be crowned. But who would’ve thought that the resistance my father perceived would’ve all been swept away by our dear emperor himself. Among the remaining princes now, apart from the Eighth Prince, who is only nine, my father is the one with the highest call for succession."

"So what? In the end, wasn’t it the Eighth Prince who was established as the crown prince?"

Su Pan’er’s eyes were filled with blatant contempt: "Even if you could successfully seize power, how would it matter in the end? It’s ultimately illegitimate. No self-respecting minister would serve you. Do you think, with your father’s abilities, he could secure the throne of the Great Zhou Dynasty? Do you think hundreds of years of accumulation can be easily toppled?"

Her words caused Qin Hong to look at her deeply for quite awhile, before he suddenly burst out laughing.

"People always say an unskilled woman is a virtue! Today, I have finally understood the meaning of this saying. If all the women in the world are as clever and insightful as you, men might very well cease to exist on this earth!"

His gaze slid over Su Pan’er’s slender neck, as if a chilling blade had scraped across it.

The deadly intent in his deep black eyes was even more chilling. After so many years, he had finally cast off his flawless mask, which shattered into pieces all over the ground.

"Should I thank the Young Master for his compliment?"

Su Pan’er retorted sarcastically, completely unmoved by his dangerous words.