The Phoenix Reborn Book II

Chapter 66 Revenge Must Be Repelled

The pounding of horseshoes on the cobbled streets sounded crisp. However, the slightly fast tempo made the hearts of the two people who were on the train race in rhythm.

Unlike usual, the figure of Huang Miaoling who usually sat firmly in her chair was seen leaning on her husband's shoulder. His fingers were intertwined with Liang Fenghong's fingers, as if trying to gain more power from the man. The woman's face looked gloomy, her mind twirling with thoughts regarding the news she received just a moment ago.

‘Who might kill the Fifth Prince?’ thought Huang Miaoling with a frown.

Liang Fenghong looked at his wife's face, feeling his heart ache a little because of the worry that emanated. “Ten easy,” said. “Will be fine.” He tightened his grip, trying to calm Huang Miaoling down. “I won't let anyone touch you.”

Huang Miaoling raised his gaze to stare at Liang Fenghong for a moment. Then, he said, “I know.” He added inwardly, ‘Only, Wang Wuyu's death will cause a whole range of other problems.’

Liang Fenghong knew what was inside his wife's mind. This made him frown. ‘The mastermind is none other than that person ....' His head feels dizzy. 'How is it possible that the connection can be spread that far?’ His feelings are not calm. ‘Dia ... much more terrible than I thought.’

The wedding celebration of the two lovebirds was not yet fully completed. However, as if the heavens did not approve of the union of the two, so many problems arose in tandem.

The sound of the coachman stopping the horse made Huang Miaoling and Liang Fenghong feel a little wary. The man opened the curtain and saw that they had just passed through the palace gate.

‘Why stop?’ thought Liang Fenghong.

Liang Fenghong's eyes were fixed on the figure who was talking to the soldiers escorting them. Before long, the figure also approached the window of the train while saluting.

“Master Liang, Mingwei Junzhu,” greetings men with high-level bodyguard clothing.

Huang Miaoling who had straightened his body frowned. “You're the Crown Prince's escort bodyguard, aren't you?” he said with suspicion.

“True, I am the escort of His Highness the Crown Prince,” reply man who is none other than A Ling.

“What's up?” huang Miaoling. ‘The Crown Prince sent his escort guards to deliver a message even though we were heading to the palace.’ The wrinkles on his forehead deepened. ‘It seems, something is not right.’

A Ling handed over a roll of paper—surat—which was then received by Liang Fenghong. “The Crown Prince only ordered me to deliver this letter. Please Junzhu and Tuan accept.” After Liang Fenghong reached for the letter, A Ling immediately said, “Thus, servant pampit.” He gestured for the coachman to take his guests and walk away.

Inside the carriage, Liang Fenghong immediately opened the letter and read it. At a glance, his eyebrows clutched and his gaze darkened. On the man's side, Huang Miaoling watched her husband's expression intently. Then, the woman turned her eyes to the letter that was left open by Liang Fenghong.

“Wang Junsi and Wang Chengliu .. cooperate?” Huang Miaoling could not believe what he was reading. “This is nonsense ...”

Huang Miaoling snatched the letter from Liang Fenghong and tried to reread it, hoping he had misread it. However, the contents of the letter did say so, that Wang Junsi conspired with Wang Chengliu to bring Wang Zhengyi down.

Huang Miaoling's breathing began to feel heavy, his hands that had fallen on his lap were trembling. The woman's eyes glared. “Wang Junsi?” He closed his eyes tightly, trying to connect one thread and the other. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and faced Liang Fenghong. “This doesn't make sense!”

Liang Fenghong clasped Huang Miaoling's trembling hand. The man understood that his wife was currently very frightened. If it was true that Wang Junsi was allied with Wang Chengliu, then the Huang family's situation would be extremely dangerous.

Huang Miaoling's relationship with Wang Chengliu was definitely not the best, Liang Fenghong knew that. If Wang Junsi decided to conspire with Wang Chengliu, then the Huang family could be indirectly dragged into a betrayal. On the other hand, if Huang Miaoling reported this to Emperor Weixin, then Wang Junsi ….

“Ling’er, quiet.” Liang Fenghong put on a stern face. “Read back,” he said. “The Crown Prince only said that the situation within the palace was tense. He felt the Fourth Prince and the Sixth Prince as if to corner him. That's just an assumption.” Liang Fenghong tried to calm Huang Miaoling down. “Maybe, Wang Wuyu's death became his igniter.”

For a moment, Huang Miaoling fell silent. He twisted his brains and was reminded of the Shiyan and Tiaozhan Troops given to Wang Junsi and Wang Chengliu. It made his head become more and more dizzy.

“I must immediately take over the Longzhu Army,” said the Mingwei Junzhu. “The longer Wang Junsi helps me take care of it, the harder it will be for me to control my own army.”

Hearing this, Liang Fenghong smiled faintly. “Be calm, Longzhu Army has long been in my auspices.” His words made his wife look up, asking for an explanation.

“Junzhu, Mr. Liang, we have arrived,” said the coachman from outside the train.

Liang Fenghong rubbed his thumb on Huang Miaoling's face. “I'll explain later.” Then he got out of the carriage and stuck out his hand to help his wife get off.

Approaching the main hall of the palace, Huang Miaoling and Liang Fenghong could hear the commotion. It made the two of them put on a gloomy face. As the two stepped in, everyone in the room immediately turned their eyes to look at Mingwei Junzhu and Mr. Liang, the silence spread.

Huang Miaoling and Liang Fenghong were welcome by a servant to sit down. On the way to his seat, Mingwei Junzhu had swept through the entire room and looked at the people present. To some people they knew, they took time to greet.

‘The princes and the big officials were present, as well as the Great Master Qing.’ Huang Miaoling's eyes slightly moved to one side, staring at Huang Yade's extremely pale face. ‘This ... bad.’

Huang Yade did not say anything, nor did the other officials. The entire room became quiet due to the arrival of Huang Miaoling and Liang Fenghong.

No. gabe. It would be more correct to say that the entire room was quiet due to the arrival of Liang Fenghong.

Huang Miaoling glanced at her husband, realizing that the man did not look disturbed at all. He had expected this to happen, and he had already discussed it with Liang Fenghong, trying to stop the man from coming.

After all, Liang Fenghong was a person of the Wu Kingdom, nor should he have joined the Shi Kingdom court. For the sake of Heaven, even Prime Minister Liang was not present here!

However, what could Huang Miaoling do if His Imperial Majesty's order was to request Liang Fenghong's presence as well?

Suddenly, Huang Miaoling regained his senses. ‘Why only A Feng?’

Huang Miaoling's mind came to a halt as Emperor Weixin's figure walked into the room followed by Eunuch Gao and several other servants. The face of the Son of Heaven looks bad, angry mixed with sadness, coupled with tired mixed with despair.

Unlike usual, Emperor Weixin simply nodded her head and sat down. He hinted by hand so that his officials could sit back. Then, the man fell silent for a moment.

When he was ready, Emperor Weixin opened his voice, “Qinghao, start.” His voice sounded so raucous, like someone who had just cried.

Hearing his name being mentioned, Huang Qinghao stood up from his chair and saluted. “Good, Your Highness.” He continued explaining, “As has been informed, the Fifth Prince ... was killed on the way to Kun Lun.” The Great General chose his words carefully. “Sihan and Nanhan are the masterminds.”

Huang Miaoling. ‘Sihan?!’ Her hand squeezed her skirt.

If the Sihan tribe was really the mastermind of Wang Wuyu's murder, then there was a chance that Huang Qinghao would be punished. The war with the Sihan tribe is reported to have been completed, the return of the Great General's troops a few months ago can be said to be his guarantee.

“What proves that?” w.a.n.g Zhengyi asked as he looked at the Great General, his eyes glancing at Huang Miaoling. The prince certainly wanted to help the woman.

Huang Qinghao was silent for a moment. “The farmer who delivered his body also brought a letter.”

“Farmers?!” Yang Tianbai, the grandfather of Wang Wuyu, the father of Yang Yuechan, exclaimed in a high voice. It seemed, that man had not even had the chance to see his grandson's body. The man's eyes reddened, like holding back tears and also anger. “People are dead, what little honor can not be given?! How could he deliver my grandson back like that?!”

“Do you expect him to deliver Wuyu in a golden carriage?! You expect hundreds of beautiful women to parade her corpse into the enemy kingdom?!” Emperor Weixin shouted with a red face, he had no time for this kind of nonsense. “If you can't say anything useful, get out!” He threw his finger towards the door of the main hall.

“Emperor, relax!” All the officials immediately lowered their heads, pleading.

Wang Chengliu suddenly said, “Your Majesty, calm down. Minister Yang was shrouded in grief. Therefore, he cannot control his emotions.” The man threw a glance towards Yang Tianbai.

The Sixth Prince's words invited several pairs of unfriendly eyes. Yang Tianbai snickered and clenched his hands. “You—!” He seemed to want to say something, but he held it back and fell silent again.

When he saw Emperor Weixin calm down again, Huang Qinghao pulled the fire deeply. “Sudge the tribes must be avenged.” The Great General continued, “That is the contents of the letter that was entrusted to the Farmer. The insignia of the chiefs of Sihan and Nanhan is on the paper.”

Huang Miaoling who had once cast a look of hatred towards Wang Chengliu immediately turned his gaze to the Father. The woman's forehead is wrinkled. ‘Sudge?’ Eyes darken. ‘So, inside Sihan tribe also happens—!’

“Rebellion.” Everyone's gaze turned to Liang Fenghong. “Chief of Sihan Tribe has died.” He looked at Huang Qinghao. “Sihan Nu is the mastermind.”

“Sihan Nu?” Situ Haonan scrunched his face. “Adik of Chief Sihan, also in-law of Chief Nanhan.” The man lowered his head, looking for answers in his brain. “Rebellious with the help of his brother-in-law to snatch the chieftain's position from his brother, then attack Shi? Didn't he realize Shi's strength was still much greater than his?”

“No.” Huang Yade made everyone freeze. “They are not that million to be unaware of it.” His brows were linked and he looked at Situ Haonan. “There are those who ignite their movements.” He looked at Huang Miaoling. “Greater power.”

The moment his gaze met his older brother, Huang Miaoling could feel his entire body being engulfed in emotion. He tried hard to control it, and his palm was the victim.

‘It's obviously a. .. Wang Chengliu!’ Huang Miaoling felt his body tremble, refraining from looking at the man he had in mind. ‘Tak managed to get rid of Wang Junsi, he switched to getting rid of Wang Wuyu first. The man has already started his movement!’

Thinking of this, Huang Miaoling's eyes turned to Wang Junsi's figure. The Fourth Prince's face looked slightly exhausted and pale, partly because he had just lost a brother, and partly because his heart was still not fully healed.

Huang Miaoling took a deep breath. ‘Calm down, Huang Miaoling. Thinking ...’ He stretched all of his previously tensed muscles, then gazed towards Huang Yade. “How are you from Zhou?”

The sudden question from the Mingwei Junzhu made everyone frown. Shao Yanjun said, “Junzhu, we are discussing about Sihan and Nanhan's alliance and the Fifth Prince's death, why did you—?” His speech came to a halt when a pair of dark beads that night landed on him.

“How are you from Zhou?” Huang Miaoling repeated his question.

This time, it was Qing Gangtie who decided to answer, “No.” He shook his head. “No news.” For some reason, the old man's face looked filled with worry.

“How about Shi's messenger to there? Is he back?” huang Miaoling asked, ignoring the uncomfortable gazes of some officials because of a woman speaking in court.

Huang Jieli who was in charge of the matter replied, “Not yet, it is three days late. We plan to send a message to the border to send someone again.”

Huang Miaoling dropped his gaze for a moment, and everyone fell silent. Just as Emperor Weixin was watching the woman, every other person in the room was waiting for another remark from the woman.

However, unexpectedly, another person spoke up, “No need to send another messenger.” Everyone stared towards Liang Fenghong who had a flat face.

“Why?” ask Situ Haonan. “We can't keep waiting. The best wedding day is approaching. Otherwise—!”

“Wedding will not take place,” cut Liang Fenghong.

“What do you mean?” Wang Junsi finally spoke up.

Liang Fenghong closed his eyes for a moment before saying, “Zhou has destroyed the pact.”

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A/S:

Author who is the minutes in the room: (in the heart) Omaigat, big war is coming? Iyeakah? Did a lot of people die? Whose? Will it be thwarted? Wait, so Wuyu is dead? Where's body?! Clay ball!