binnovel Chapter 121 Only fame and power cannot be given to others.
Chapter 121 Only fame and power cannot be given to others.
"I'm afraid that the Dragon Guardian Manor might also be involved in this."
"What? You mean the Emperor and the Iron-Blooded Marquis are both the murderers who killed Lord Yang?"
Qiu Moyan was struck dumb by what he heard! He simply couldn't believe that the court would treat such a loyal minister in this way.
What's most terrifying is that the Iron-Blooded Marquis, whose reputation for loyalty and courage is known throughout the world, also played a less-than-honorable role in this incident.
"The military tally is a symbol of military power! What's that saying again? Only titles and weapons cannot be given to others!"
All of this was Shan Tianxie's speculation, but his speculation was not baseless; rather, it was deduced by combining various inconsistencies in the original work.
To put it bluntly, the Eastern Depot was nothing more than a knife and a dog of imperial power!
How could one dare to bite people indiscriminately without the master's permission? Besides, the person being bitten was not some minor figure, but a high-ranking official like the Minister of War. Such an important official would surely have to be reported to the emperor.
Meanwhile, the Dragon Guard Manor, which claims to be able to gather intelligence from all over the world, suddenly became blind and deaf when the Eastern Depot made its move against Yang Yuxuan!
This kind of thing can't be explained away by Bai Wuxia alone, right? If that's the case, why would Cao Zhengchun bother trying to get the intelligence system of the Dragon Guard Manor?
I'm afraid it's that Iron-Blooded Marquis who presents himself as a loyal and patriotic figure! He probably wants to use this opportunity to obtain the military seal!
Based on his current popularity among the people, the Iron-Blooded Marquis is far superior to the young emperor who has just ascended the throne.
In addition, there has been no news of the current emperor having any children.
What if one day, a Ming Dynasty emperor, following old traditions, suddenly drowned?
Given Iron-Blooded Marquis's reputation, he could probably ascend to that position with ease. Yang Yuxuan was merely a victim of the power struggle between three parties, or more accurately, two parties.
"This...only reputation and tools cannot be given to others."
Qiu Moyan muttered to herself. She wasn't stupid, but she had been stuck in a world of black and white before. Now, after Shan Tianxie's explanation, she suddenly understood.
However, her face gradually turned pale, and her eyes became completely empty. After all, her beliefs had collapsed. She had thought she was loyal to the emperor and loved her country, but now she realized it was all a joke.
Dan Tianxie stared at Qiu Moyan, who was standing there dumbfounded and motionless, and said, "So, Zhou Huai'an, with his level of skill, also wants to stir up trouble in the imperial court? It's all for naught."
"There's no point in dwelling on the past. Instead, think about what you want to do in the future."
"What do you want to do?"
Qiu Moyan thought to herself, recalling that she had lived the first half of her life for the goals Zhou Huai'an had given her, such as loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, good and evil. She seemed to have never thought about what she wanted herself.
"Alright, you can think about it slowly. We should head back now. Qian Wucai, come here for a second, I need to talk to you about something."
Dan Tianxie left with Xia Xueyi and the others, leaving Qiu Moyan alone on the spot. Qiu Moyan stood there stunned for a long time.
After a long while, she walked towards the Dragon Gate Inn, only to find it deserted.
A bold idea suddenly occurred to her: Why not experience another life?
A few months later.
A brand new Dragon Gate Inn has sprung up, but instead of the flamboyant proprietress Jin Xiangyu, there is now Ling Yanqiu!
On the other side, after handing the military tally to Cao Shaoqin and the others, Shan Tianxie and the others embarked on their journey back to the valley.
However, ever since Shan Tianxie told him about that matter, Qian Wucai had become restless. On his way back to the valley, he said goodbye to Shan Tianxie and then left alone.
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Luoyang, the capital of the Ming Dynasty, has been a major city since ancient times.
The number of travelers coming and going here is like that of a carp crossing a river, shoulder to shoulder.
The streets were lined with restaurants, their decorations extravagantly luxurious, clearly beyond the reach of ordinary people.
However, people continued to come and go in a steady stream, and from time to time, one could hear the melodious singing of courtesans and the graceful sounds of the qin and xiao from the restaurant.
As dusk fell, the Luo River flowed through the city, casting a golden glow throughout.
As soon as the time came, all the famous buildings and art galleries immediately instructed their staff to start decorating with lanterns and colorful decorations.
Meanwhile, they arranged for some beautiful women to be at the entrance to attract customers, their fragrant aromas and alluring eyes captivating.
Wandering swordsmen linger here, regarding it as a haven of gentle pleasures; literary figures gather here to drink, often arguing heatedly over a newly arrived beauty.
If the world outside of this place is a world of deceit, treachery, and suicidal violence...
The world here is a realm of chivalry and tenderness; even the most hardened steel will melt into softness in this gentle embrace.
The rich aroma of wine mingled with the fragrance of women's cosmetics, far surpassing the stench of blood elsewhere.
Many years ago, after Ba Dao was defeated by Gui Hai Yi Dao, everyone thought he was dead, because Jue Qing Zhan showed no mercy!
No one would have imagined that Guihai Yidao would not kill his master, but instead go into seclusion in Luoyang.
He became an unknown street vendor in Luoyang, and with the help of his neighbors, he got married, had children, and lived a happy life.
No one knew that this smiling, sly, and occasionally cunning boss was none other than the once infamous owner of the Heartless Manor.
He had forgotten the ruthless blade of the past and the ruthless sword technique. His heart was filled only with the warmth of his wife and children. He had once hoped to master an invincible sword technique by being ruthless, heartless, estranged from relatives, friends, pity, and love.
But none of that matters to him now; nothing is more important than going home and having his daughter snuggle in his arms.
Let's just consider the once-mighty Overlord Blade dead. It's better that he's dead. Life is pretty good now, except for the occasional thought of my brother. I wonder how he's doing now.
Ba Dao set up his stall at the market as usual, yawning listlessly as he watched the passersby and wondered when he could finally close up shop for the day.
Just thinking about his daughter at home, waiting for him to return, and how she would run into his arms and sweetly call him "Daddy," would melt his heart!
Suddenly, a shadow blocked his way.
"A customer's here?"
Ba Dao thought a customer had arrived, so he quickly opened his eyes.
Looking at the newcomer, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, seemingly hesitant to acknowledge the person before him.
Then a hint of guilt flashed across his face, followed by a smile, and he said somewhat embarrassedly.
"Old Qian, you still came after all? Want to try an orange? I know you're angry, but don't be angry yet!"
The person who came was none other than Qian Wucai!
The information Shan Tianxie had told him before was that Ba Dao was not dead, but was living in seclusion in Luoyang.
"Get angry? Why would I get angry at a dead person?"
Qian Wucai, without any hesitation, found a stool and sat down with an air of nonchalance, then continued, "But how can a dead person sell oranges?"
Ba Dao scratched his head awkwardly, "Let's go home and talk about it! I'll have your sister-in-law prepare some dishes, and we can have a good drink!"
He then dragged Qian Wucai home with him, and the shadows of the two of them stretched very long in the twilight.