PFC Chapter 240 Almost Caused a Rumble in the Courtroom
Chapter 240 Almost Caused a Rumble in the Courtroom
Meanwhile, a few streets away from the palace, atop the eaves of a towering restaurant.
Yang Qiong, dressed in a white robe, stood against the wind, his clothes fluttering, like a banished immortal descending to earth.
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing towards the palace. His deep, star-like eyes narrowed slightly, as if they could penetrate the palace walls and take in the entire scene before the Golden Palace.
"So... he was from the Xuantian Sect."
He muttered to himself, a knowing smile playing on his lips, and said, "No wonder he has such confidence and strength."
Beside him stood the towering Shi Mao and the cold-blooded Qiao Yuan, both standing respectfully.
"Brother Yang, it's been almost two days."
Shi Mao couldn't help but complain in a muffled voice, "That kid wouldn't... have really forgotten about his bet with you, would he?"
Qiao Yuan chimed in, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction: "Exactly, Senior Brother Yang, what an honor it is that you personally invited him?"
"It would be one thing if he weren't moved to tears and rushed over immediately, but instead he's made you wait here in vain..."
Yang Qiong, however, seemed not to hear their complaints. His gaze remained fixed on the direction of the palace, and he continued with a somewhat subtle expression:
"The Xuantian Sect... has made quite a move this time. It seems that the world of the Great Yu has truly changed."
"Xuantian Sect? What Xuantian Sect people?"
Shi Mao and Qiao Yuan were taken aback by what they heard, somewhat confused.
After Yang Qiong gave them a brief explanation, the two of them immediately looked astonished.
"The young man I saw that day was actually a true disciple of the Xuantian Sect?"
Shi Mao scratched his head and said in a muffled voice, "But even so, that's no reason to stand up Senior Brother Yang!"
"Brother Yang, what is your status? For you to condescend to invite him to a fight is already giving him tremendous face!"
"Alright, that's enough."
Yang Qiong finally withdrew his gaze, smiled faintly, and said in a calm tone: "Perhaps... he really does have important matters to attend to."
"As you have all seen, overthrowing a dynasty, eliminating its remnants, and appeasing the people—which of these is easy?"
Shi Mao was still somewhat indignant, muttering, "Brother Yang, you just have too good a temper!"
"If this continues, those arrogant fellows in the Holy Land will probably look down on you even more..."
Yang Qiong shook his head slightly, a sharp glint flashing in the depths of his eyes.
On the surface, his tone remained nonchalant: "It's nothing, just a few noisy cicadas in autumn, why bother with them..."
"The real opponents are never those who engage in petty scheming and despicable acts."
He gazed at the distant sky, his eyes filled with a transcendent expectation.
.........
Inside the Golden Palace, the new emperor had just ascended the throne, his imposing presence as oppressive as a prison.
Li Wudao's cry of "Why don't you kneel?!" was like a thunderclap from the heavens.
The new emperor's majesty, coupled with the lingering fear from the ruthless methods they had just employed, struck the hearts of every member of the Liang Dynasty delegation with a heavy weight.
Lu Cong's expression shifted rapidly, turning red and then pale.
He was of noble status and represented the national dignity of the Great Liang Dynasty. He was always the one being knelt to, never to the king of another country.
Even in front of the powerful ruler Li Wenshan, he would only bow to show his respect, and would never kneel down.
If he were to kneel before a young new emperor, wouldn't that diminish the dignity of himself and the Liang Dynasty?
How should people in the world view him and the Liang Dynasty from now on?
However, when his gaze fell upon the still-warm bodies of Li Jing and Li Zheng, his heart tightened.
Meeting Li Wudao's cold, murderous gaze again, and considering the other party's unfathomable strength and background...
In an instant, all his pride and resentment turned into absolute fear.
"thump!"
Finally, driven by pressure and the will to survive, Lu Cong's face turned ashen, his knees buckled, and he knelt down heavily.
He lowered his head, which had always been held high.
His kneeling seemed to trigger a domino effect.
"Plop! Plop!"
Behind him, the members of the delegation lay prostrate on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the cold gold bricks, not daring to even breathe.
The pressure this young man exerted on them was far more terrifying than that of their notoriously ruthless Crown Prince of Daliang, or even the reclusive Emperor!
Shen Huaimin's old eyes glazed over slightly.
Looking at Li Wudao, who sat upright on the dragon throne and wore a bright yellow imperial robe, his tall figure and calm demeanor exuded boundless majesty.
In a daze, it seemed as if he saw the spirited and ambitious Emperor Li Wenshan of yesteryear.
No...it's even more outstanding!
A strong premonition suddenly rose in his heart.
Under this young man's leadership, the Great Yu might be able to sweep away its decline, regain its former glory, and even... go further!
Li Nanzhi's pretty face was flushed, and her beautiful eyes sparkled as she stared unblinkingly at the young man on the dragon throne.
My cousin is exceptionally handsome and has a unique temperament.
Now, dressed in a magnificent dragon robe and sitting high on the supreme throne, his innate imperial majesty is simply overwhelming.
It was as if he was born to sit in that position, to rule the world and command all under heaven.
Surely a true emperor must be like this?
Just as the atmosphere inside the hall became tense, a voice suddenly announced from outside:
"Report! Prince Li Jing of Linyuan has arrived!"
The sharp sound broke the silence.
The entire hall fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned sharply to the palace gate.
When the courtiers saw two anxious-looking jailers escorting a middle-aged man in, dressed in dirty prison clothes and with heavy shackles on his hands and feet, they were deeply moved.
Their expressions changed drastically, and they all inwardly cried out, "Oh no!"
They then suddenly remembered that today's court assembly included negotiations with the Liang Dynasty delegation.
Another important agenda item is the "trial" of Prince Li Jing of Linyuan, who is suspected of colluding with the demons and plotting treason!
But now... sitting on the dragon throne is Li Jing's own son!
They even brought that man's father in as a criminal... This is absolutely outrageous!
"this......."
The two jailers who were ordered to escort the prison guards were stunned by the sight before them as soon as they stepped into the main hall.
Corpses lay scattered on the ground, the stench of blood was thick, and civil and military officials knelt in submission, even the military genius Shen Huaimin was kneeling on one knee...
This...what is going on?
Has the imperial court assembly been turned into a slaughterhouse?
When their gaze inadvertently fell upon the two headless corpses on the ground, one dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe and the other in a four-clawed python robe.
He was so terrified that his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground!
That...that looks like...His Majesty and the First Prince?! Dead?!
Their minds went blank; they were completely unable to comprehend what was happening before their eyes.
They looked up in bewilderment and fear, trying to find answers from the kneeling courtiers, but all they saw were drooping heads.
Finally, instinctively, they looked towards the supreme imperial steps—
On the dragon throne sat an unfamiliar, extremely young boy, clad in a nine-dragon imperial robe. His gaze was calm yet naturally imposing, and he was frowning as he stared at them.
Who...who is this person?!
His Majesty and the First Prince are both dead, so why is he on top?!
The two jailers were completely stunned, frozen in place like two clay or wooden sculptures.
At this moment, the most bewildered person was Li Jing, who had been escorted in.
He had already prepared for the worst, and even thought about how to grit his teeth and endure the humiliation and framing that followed.
But upon entering the hall, what they saw was a scene of corpses strewn across the ground, officials kneeling in worship, and a young emperor who was both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar sitting on the dragon throne…
He blinked hard, wondering if he was hallucinating from being in the dark and gloomy cell for so long.
"The one sitting on the dragon throne... why does he look so much like my brat?"
The absurd thought had barely formed when he ruthlessly extinguished it, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"My eyes are playing tricks on me! I must be under too much stress!"
Knowing son Moruo father.
Less than a year ago, his son was a "good-for-nothing" who couldn't cultivate.
Although it seems that I have become enlightened and had some opportunities after going to Xuantian Sect, how long has it been?
So that one could sit on the dragon throne of the Great Yu Dynasty and have all the civil and military officials, and even envoys from enemy countries, kneel before him?
This is even more outrageous than supernatural tales! It's insane!
"How dare you! You haven't even knelt down and paid your respects to the new emperor?!"
Shen Huaimin's cold shout, like a thunderclap, rang in the ears of the two terrified prison guards.
The two men jolted, their knees buckling, and they knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly: "Greetings... Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty!"
Li Jing was startled by the stern shout.
Having long been in a vulnerable position of being judged, he almost reflexively bent his knees and was about to kneel down in worship.
"Father! You mustn't!"
On the dragon throne, Li Wudao's face turned green.
If he were to actually kneel down, that would truly be a "grand display of filial piety" that would cause a stir!