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"Does Master Hou know that His Majesty is severely ill right now? Is he bedridden?"

"I've heard a bit about it. Does His Majesty have any orders?"

The black shadow shook his head. "His Majesty doesn't have any decree. Tonight, Your Majesty please enter the palace to discuss national affairs. The imperial edict is to give the prince to the empress for nurturing. Please personally lead the troops to Fengyuan." As the King Shoulder didn't have any sons, the King would like to have a son of his own.

Shang Qiuyuan was slightly puzzled. What does this have to do with him? Why did the Emperor send someone to enter the palace late at night and specifically inform him of this? In place of the Emperor, the King Shoulder had led the army to war. As he had expected, he feared that in the future, the King Shoulder would become his superior and command all the armies.

He had also made his preparations to stabilize his foundation and secure his foothold before the King of Shoulders sent out his forces.

"Master Hou, do you know who King Jian chose as his heir to inherit his family property?"

An ominous feeling quietly rose in Shang Qiuyuan's heart. It had nothing to do with him initially. If that was the case, the Emperor would never have sent someone to inform him in the middle of the night. He mused lightly. Could this matter actually have something to do with him? Could it be that the King sitting side by side would choose him?

Shang Qiuyuan smiled wryly in his heart. His majesty the Emperor bestowed him with a bath before issuing an imperial edict, ordering him to lead troops into Fengyuan. Everything was convenient and convenient to do, pushing him to the heart of the struggle. Now, he had become the most discussed person in the imperial court.

A strange smile appeared in the black shadow's eyes as he looked at the calm and emotionless Shang Qiuyuan. Was this Marquis Bei Bei too shrewd, or had he reached the point where he could not be moved by anything? He used an appreciative gaze to look at Shang Qiuyuan. Today, he had come to scout Shang Qiuyuan's words.

"I'm dumb, please advise me."

"The one chosen by the King is the Marquis. He intends to have the Marquis be his son and inherit the family property of the King."

Shang Qiuyuan was silent and did not say anything. He had already expected this outcome, but it still set off monstrous waves in the sky. Why did the Emperor want to push him to the heart of the struggle? Even the Prince of Shoulder was unwilling to let him go. Could it be that he was just a chess piece in the emperor's hands like Ji Tianning? Right now, he was in a dilemma.

If he did not accept the beautiful intentions of the King, it meant offending the King. The King who stood side by side had more power than the Emperor. If he accepted it, it would be to go against the Emperor's favor. Between the Emperor and the King, he would have to make a choice.

How to choose was a difficult problem. He was unwilling to be the son of anyone. He was the only person in the Shang family that survived in this world, and only belonged to the family that had disappeared. However, as long as he was still alive, the Shang clan would not disappear and would continue to exist.

The black shadow gazed at the calm Shang Qiuyuan, but he could not discern his thoughts. The gentle and calm face was still indifferent, as if it was unmoved. This news did not move Shang Qiuyuan as he had expected. It was as if he had already known about it, or perhaps he did not care.

"His Majesty had once agreed. Prince Shoulder could choose his son at will. If the other party wasn't willing, His Majesty would issue an imperial edict for them to agree to it." Presently, the King Shoulder had the intention of choosing the Marquis as his son, and if the Marquis agreed, then he would be the most respected young prince of the Southern Champion Kingdom. I believe that tomorrow, the King will order the Marquis to pay a visit to him, explaining this matter. "

Shang Qiuyuan remained calm and collected, not speaking. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Your Majesty, what orders do you have?"

"His Majesty only ordered the servants to inform the marquis of this matter, but didn't order him to do so. He only ordered the servants to bring back the marquis' intentions."

She glanced back at the courtyard in the deep night, but her gaze pierced through the courtyard and landed on Feng Yuan.

What did he want? What was the target? Then, how could one achieve their goals? He wanted to break through Fengyuan and take the capital of Fengyuan into his hands. He wanted to capture all of the Feng Family members in one fell swoop and leave none behind. It was because the Emperor of Fengyuan, the old Emperor, and the current Emperor had similarly failed him.

Thus, he only hated the royal family. Since the Feng family destroyed his family, and even wanted to exterminate the Shang family, what reason did he have to leave behind for the future generations of the Feng family?

Fengyuan, was his sorrow. How could he control the entire Fengyuan in his hands, so that the Feng family would no longer have any survivors, it had always been his sore spot. If it was in the past, he could still do it with his army of hundreds of thousands under his command. However, in the Feng father and son's conspiracy, his personal army had suffered too many casualties during the battle against Nanke.

In the end, only five thousand sons remained, and they followed him to the Southern Champion City.

Although Feng Yuan still had his old tribe, they all belonged to different forces now. He was not sure if they would still listen to his commands. A huge army of a hundred thousand innocently collapsed on the battlefield. If it was today, he still had this huge army of a hundred thousand to flatten Fengyuan and trample on the Forbidden City.

In the dead of night, a black shadow stood in the shadow of the wall like a ghost. Only a pair of glowing eyes were revealed as he stared at Shang Qiuyuan. He was ordered to sneak into Hou Mansion late at night, and informed Shang Qiuyuan about the intention of Prince Shoulder Jin to choose him as his son. Before he left, the Fiery-Scaled Tiger pondered for a long time. Finally, it only wanted him to bring back Shang Qiuyuan's intentions, so there was no need for him to say anything else.

The black-clothed man stood in the shadows, as if he had already blended in with them. He did not understand what Shang Qiuyuan was hesitating about, what he was thinking about.

Today, the Fire Reversal Scale had given Shang Qiuyuan a bath in the hot spring, and it was a great favor to all the officials in the court. No one had ever received such a favor. In the opinion of the black-clothed man, Shang Qiuyuan should immediately get up and express his indignation towards the King Shoulder Emperor.

He was the emperor's personal guard and also a eunuch of the imperial harem. The few of them were all the most trusted people by the side of the Fire Lin, and they only had one loyal target, and that was their master, Huo Ni Lin. If the Emperor had not given the order in advance, ordering him not to speak any further and to change Shang Qiuyuan's mind, he wanted to mock Shang Qiuyuan for a bit.

He was only a vassal, but he was conferred the title of great general. How could he dare to hesitate at this moment? Could it be that he had thoughts of disobeying her?

What he saw was a head full of piercing silver hair. Under the light, it was dazzling. The five kingdoms knew that if they were to agree to become the next king, and become the next heir to the palace, they would immediately become the young princes and become glorious for the time being.

The peak of power that he would never be able to achieve in his entire life would be within his grasp in a few moments. All five citizens knew that the power and influence of the Southern Champion King Shoulder was not inferior to that of the Southern Champion Emperor. Even the Emperor, who was nine or five years old, had to step back a bit and call the King "Royal Father" side by side.

The man in black couldn't help but ask himself in his heart. If such a chance were to befall him, what would he choose? Would he hesitate?

He gave a bitter smile. He was only a eunuch, so it was impossible for him to become an official. It was also impossible for him to have such an opportunity.

The warm and calm duke was still sitting at his desk, his head slightly bowed, as if he'd seen this on a map. Yet, he knew that Shang Qiuyuan's heart would surely be in turmoil as he weighed the pros and cons.

"If it was me, I'm afraid I would have hesitated too right?"

After a long time, the room became terrifyingly quiet. Only the light breathing of the two of them could be heard.

Shang Qiuyuan raised his eyelids slightly, his calm gaze still unperturbed. The black clothed man suddenly felt that he was unable to see through this Marquis and didn't know what choice he would make.

"Many thanks to the lord for coming late at night to inform us. Does His Majesty have any other orders?"

"His Majesty only ordered the servants to come pay a visit to the marquis and inform him of this matter. There were no other orders." I do not know what the duke means, but I ask that the duke instructs me so that I can return and report back. "

"Tonight, His Majesty summoned side by side with the king. Will the king personally lead troops to Fengyuan?"

"The Shoulder King has already agreed to personally lead the troops to the battlefield. Tomorrow, we will begin to count the troops. "His Majesty also issued an imperial edict giving the prince to the empress for nurturing."

There was still no fluctuation on his handsome face, and he secretly guessed whether the Emperor's illness was real or fake.

"In the afternoon, when the emperor bestowed the hot springs upon us, there was nothing abnormal with it. Even though he was ill, he did not rise from his bed due to illness, and he needed to be in bed to recuperate. This action, is it possible that you are testing the will of the King? Could it be that you want to secretly arrange something by moving the King to leave the Ancestral Dragon City? "

Looking out of the window, he saw that in the distance, Fukuhara was his target.

"What is my goal?"

Shang Qiuyuan's gentle gaze suddenly turned sharp. Yes, the target. In his heart, there was only one goal. To seek justice for his dead soldiers, his subordinates, his innocent family members, and his own family members. His goal was to eradicate the Feng Clan from history.

"Since you all wish to exterminate my Shang Clan, then let me exterminate the Feng Clan now. The blood of a hundred thousand soldiers cannot be repaid, even if all the blood of the Feng Family is drained away. "

His gaze turned cold as he stood up and stared at the bright moon in the night sky. With a head full of silver hair, why was it dyed in frost in one night? Why does this cripple live in this world? A clear and cold killing intent seeped out of his eyes. At this moment, Shang Qiuyuan was like a snow lotus on the peak of a snowy mountain, stirring up a thousand zhang of snow and drowning the plain.

He didn't turn around, but turned his back to the black-clothed man and said calmly, "I must trouble Your Majesty to report that it was the king's beautiful intentions. How could this one refuse? Moreover, there is His Majesty's decree." I am willing to bow under the banner of the King, inherit the estate of the King, and serve the Southern Champion. "

He stood majestically in front of the window, wearing a white robe with a lotus imprint faintly floating in the air.

The black clothed man's eyes suddenly lit up. He clenched his hand into a fist and grabbed the treasured sword below his ribs. The distance between him and Shang Qiuyuan was only a few meters, this distance was the best. Only, he wasn't completely confident. He could have struck with a single strike, but the emperor had never ordered him to act either.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally lowered his hand and let it drop by his side. The elegant young master on the opposite side was not a weak scholar, but a great general who had gone through many wars and battles. He was also one of the most famous generals of the five kingdoms.

"Has the marquis thought it through?"

Shang Qiuyuan still did not turn around, saying indifferently, "I have already thought it through, please return and report to the palace."

"Master Hou, do you have anything else to say for your servant to report to His Majesty?"

"I heard that Your Majesty's illness is heavy. Please take me to Your Majesty and pay my respects. But I hope Your Majesty can recover in peace. I'll definitely do my best to break through Fengyuan and serve the Southern Champion. I won't disappoint Your Majesty."

The black clothed man gazed at Shang Qiuyuan's back with some unwillingness. This distance was simply a good target.

"If the Marquis has no other orders, this servant will take his leave. I hope the Marquis will not disappoint Your Majesty's kindness."

Her snow-white robe swayed in the wind, and her figure didn't turn back, gazing at Yue Ye. The black clothed person quietly disappeared into the darkness, disappearing from the room like the night sky.

When he turned his head back, there was no longer any black-clothed person in the shadows of the room. His gaze swept across the room and once again fell on the word "Yu Rui". His eyes instantly became moist. He had paid too much, too much, for this day. Now that the time was ripe, nothing could stop him anymore. Nothing could soften his heart.

"Feng Yuan, wait for me. I will be back soon. Feng Wuji, in order to allow Seventh Prince to succeed the throne, you sent me to the borders of the Southern Champion City and the Fengyuan City, entrapping me in a place without any food or supplies. So what? Your beloved Seventh Prince, for the sake of inheriting the throne one day earlier, you killed your father and killed your king. A bowl of poison is your final resting place. Feng Wuji, although I am against letting the Seventh Prince inherit the throne, I am not disloyal to you. Why are you so vicious, wanting to entrap me and a hundred thousand soldiers in a place of death? "

The hand beneath his sleeve was quietly clenched. The huge army of 100,000 had become an innocent ghost just like that.

Early in the morning, the first ray of light shone through the window. Shang Qiuyuan stood up and stretched. Although he did not sleep all night, he did not feel tired at all. Looking outside, he had already ordered his subordinates to prepare everything yesterday. The first unit in command had already left the encampment and was rushing towards the border of the Southern Champion Kingdom.

Today was the day where the king counted soldiers side by side, and it was also the day when he counted soldiers.

"Your Lordship, someone from the Prince's manor has arrived. Please welcome your Lordship to the manor."

"Please wait a moment."

Shang Qiuyuan had changed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom into the living room. The people from the Prince's Estate had been waiting for a moment for him to state the purpose of his visit. Shang Qiuyuan already knew the intentions of the King, so he followed the person who arrived and headed towards the Prince's Mansion.

The vermilion door was embedded with bright golden nails. The white jade lion standing on a ball made of silk was glaring at the passersby.

The pavilions and pavilions, the fake mountains and flowing water, and the huge palace, all of it golden and dazzling, made Shang Qiu feel as if he had entered a forbidden palace. This was the first time he came to the Prince's Mansion, and he also came to pay his respects to the Prince. However, he was unable to meet this noble prince, so he only stayed at the entrance for a short while.