C13

"Bastard!"

Su Jin took the memorial from Liu Shiyu, and after a glance, she flew into a rage. She stared at the Crown Prince, who was kneeling on the floor, and raised the memorial in her hands, her hands trembling, "Do you know what you wrote?"

"This son of mine is a strategy for the Li Kingdom, a scheme for the common people!" Su Shun Qing abruptly kowtowed.

Standing respectfully at the head of the generals was the Great General Su Qiuyu. He looked at the young Crown Prince, Su Shun Qing, and the corners of his mouth curled into a slight smile. His eyes indicated the officials behind him.

In an instant, several important officials stepped forward to defend the great general, Su Qiuyu, "Reporting to the duke, this subject dares to guarantee with his life that the great general will not do such a despicable thing."

"Lord Jun, the Great General is after all a relative of the Su Clan, and the northern troop is a blade used to guard the Qiushan. If it is not under the control of a descendant of the Su Clan, once it falls into the hands of an outsider and something happens, the Su Clan will be in trouble. This official believes that the Great General's actions are for the sake of protecting the Lord, and are definitely not done in the name of forming a faction and selling officials."

"Father!" Amongst the court officials in the distance, a handsome young man suddenly threw himself onto His Highness, bowing his head as he sobbed, "If this son of mine makes big brother feel uneasy, if my existence makes the Su family unstable, then I beg that father marquis send this son to the wasteland to cultivate. This son will pray day for father and brother, and may the Su family live in peace for all eternity!"

Su Jin looked at the sorrowful third son and said in a long voice, "Everyone, listen to me. I am truly sincere and full of filial piety!"

"Father, I do not wish to expel third brother. I am only reporting the truth …" Su Shun Qing's face was filled with fear. He didn't know why, but he had actually become the son of someone who couldn't tolerate his younger brother. These words of his were sure to make all the officials in Hubei look down on him.

"Susu Xiyue?" Su Jin looked at the head of the hundred officials, who was still resting with his eyes closed. With a solemn expression, he said loudly, "Tell me, what should we do about this?"

Only then did the emperor's official in the northern region, whose clothes were as white as snow, slowly open his indifferent eyes. A fleeting light flashed within, and he turned his head to look at the son of his highness, Su Shunqing, who was already older. He then turned his head to look at the third young master, Su Shunxi, before lightly sighing and bowing with a deep bow, "Lord Jun, the young masters have all grown up now."

Hearing Su Xiyue's words, the officials of the court were all confused. However, Northern Marquis Su Jin, who was sitting on the throne, suddenly fell silent.

After the melodious ringing of the bell, the Imperial Palace became quiet.

Su Jin stared at her palm that was holding onto the evil sword and suddenly stopped talking. The resplendent East Ascension Sun penetrated through a large field of carvings, illuminating the iron scales that covered the armor on the left side of his body. The brilliant light reflected from the armor reflected his ferocious yet calm eyes, making it hard to see his expression.

"Fifty and three, fifty and three, this marquis is already in his prime this year …" Only Su Jin's faint sigh resounded in the hall.

Su XIyue, the prince of Hubei, who was the leader of the hundred officials, raised her head abruptly upon hearing these words. She looked at the crowd of officials with her arms spread wide, then suddenly waved her long sleeves and bowed towards Su Jin again with a gentle and clear voice, "Conquering the universe, conquering the heavens and the earth, forever suppressing the heavens and the earth. This is the wish of the Jun Family, and it is my wish as well. "For this, this official is willing to sacrifice his life to serve as a dissuasion of the tigers, to control the people of Wei Ran, to exalt the king, to help the duke rule the world!"

After saying that, Susu Xiyue looked up at Su Jin and smiled kindly, "Lord Jun, the year of the 'Flower Armour' is the perfect spring and autumn for success!"

"Well said!" Su Jin's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, and he suddenly pulled it out. The blade of his famous sword floated in the air, flashing across the faces of all the officials in the main hall.

They all had a hunch in their hearts that Su Hou, who had been enjoying peace for over ten years, would once again summon his weapons!

Crown Prince Su Shun Qing clenched his fists tightly and suddenly slammed his head against the ground of the Supreme Dawn Palace, his voice crisp and heavy: "Father … Duke …" "Think twice!"

As the words reached his mouth, Su Shun Qing felt so embarrassed that it was hard to say it. In the end, she could only spit out the word "think" before finding it hard to continue.

This marquis was twelve years old when he attacked from the north, "said Su Jin as he slowly walked down the stage with his snow-white longsword in his hand. His voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard it like thunder in their ears," When I was sixteen, my father was surrounded by a hundred thousand enemy troops. At that time, my father was shot with an arrow, and he rode on his horse with one arm. He fought in the midst of tens of thousands of troops with the strength of a sword, and before he died, he hastily passed the sword that was passed down for a hundred years into my hands.

At this point, Su Jin's eyes were brimming with tears. She opened her arms to face the officials, her robes flapping as she shouted, "How could the noble lords know that this is my heart? More than thirty years have passed, and I've not even had the slightest bit of success! The cry of my father before his death still resounds in the air above Qiu Shan City today, but it still hovers in this duke's ears. "Wu Zongming, the Su Clan has returned victoriously!" "This is the Dao that our Su Clan stands on top for seven hundred years."

The officials who were secretly watching the Northern Marquis Su Jin hurriedly lowered their heads and stuck their bodies to the cold ground. Their hearts were in turmoil – after resting for fifteen years, they were finally going to use their weapons again!

He caressed the sword body lightly with the long sleeve in his hand: "This sword is known as the floating sword, it is quenched in flames and fresh blood. It is the blood, Qi and bones of the ancestors, and is also the way our Su Family stands at the core of the nation for seven hundred years. This path will last for a thousand years. In this world, no matter how scheming or how many emperors there are, none of them can wipe out the might of this sword. What's the importance of having a hero or a treacherous official like me, Su Jin? People say that I, Su Jin, am a peerless hero, or maybe I, Su Jin, am a traitor in this chaotic world, so what's the point? The place where this sword is erected is the final grave of Su Jin, and also the final home of our Su Clan. This is what I want and what you should do! "

Su Jin's words reverberated within the great hall. It was so powerful that it could split open a mountain. It shook all of the Su Clan's old ministers and the civil and military officials of the imperial court, causing them to have an awe-inspiring hearing.

Seeing that the officials had all lowered their heads and did not dare to refute her, Su Jin then turned around and walked towards the trembling Crown Prince Su Shun Qing.

Although Su Shun Qing lowered his head, he could still feel his father's enormous shadow covering the top of his head. He couldn't help but feel even more nervous.

Su Jin leaned on her sword and slowly crouched down in front of him. She looked at the other officials who had their heads lowered. Then, she lowered her head and went closer to her son.

Looking at his compassionate son, he said in a weak but sonorous voice, "My son, your father has been through all this time. How many years will it take for you to rebuild your career? You're not trying to impeach Su Qiuyu today, you're trying to obstruct your father's plans to rule the world. You're forcing me to kill you! "

"Father, this son... "Your son …" Su Shun Qing's heart was filled with fear, "This son definitely did not mean that …"

This is the most chaotic era in Da Xia Empire in hundreds of years. The strongest overlord in this world, the one in the world, the one with the most power in the world, has gathered here, so this chaotic world cannot tolerate the weak and clean scholar, nor can it tolerate your so-called great ambition of serving the nation and the people. From the beginning to the end, there is only one thing you have to do, and that is to help your father, I will end this world by forcing the people to no longer be displaced, so they will no longer be able to fill their stomachs!

Su Shun Qing's mind was blank, all he could hear were the words of his father.

"My son, you are still far from being able to do that," Su Jin patted his shoulder and slowly stood up while leaning on her sword. She looked at the many officials and Su family members in the Great Dawn Palace and then pointed at the two sons of His Highness who were kneeling down and laughed out loud, "This Hu Zi is still young, not yet! I'll have to trouble all of you with the following matters. "