Peace Order

Chapter 1855 - 2: Emperor Ying’s Machinations

Jiang Yuan casually said: "So what?"

"Hey, think about it."

Guo Yanjun leaned forward with a playful and ambiguous smile: "If Emperor Qin and Xue Shuangtao marry, then Emperor Qin Li Guanyi must call that Lady Xue his aunt. Hey, right now Qin Yulong is not here..."

Jiang Yuan realized something.

His heart suddenly heated up.

He enjoyed the pleasure of recklessly wielding power, trampling order to achieve his own value, but he still had some sense and knew there were things he couldn’t do. Now, with the Great General guarding the border, doing such a thing would be very wrong.

So he said: "Stop speaking!"

"General Qin Yulong is guarding the nation, how can you do such a thing that destroys our defenses?"

So Guo Yanjun hurriedly knelt on the ground, saying: "Your Majesty is a wise and sagacious Emperor! Compared to Your Majesty, I am almost like a petty person. Looking up at the sun, I only see the light in your eyes."

"Your Majesty, a true Saint!"

Jiang Yuan was a bit angry before, but now he could only smile helplessly, saying: "You really know how to speak!"

That day, Guo Yanjun’s thoughts moved. He knew the Emperor had some feelings for Lady Xue, so he plotted with a group to bring Lady Xue into the imperial palace to meet the Emperor.

At that time, as soon as the Emperor’s mind was moved, it would undoubtedly be a joyful thing for him.

With the Emperor pleased, he would gain power and wealth.

As for Qin Yulong’s anger?

He couldn’t care less.

Ha, just an Eighth Layer Heaven Divine General, what of his title? In a vast world, without an army, without the support of national power, an Eighth Layer Heaven’s famous general is merely an Eighth Layer Heaven’s warrior.

Guo Yanjun led a group to the Qin Mansion, taking a batch of Imperial Army to General Qin’s residence, looking flustered and saying there was an imperial order, having heard that General Qin Yulong met with disaster on the front line, asking Lady Xue to go quickly.

Xue Peijun’s face changed suddenly, but after all, she was Xue Daoyong’s daughter, and said:

"Do you have military intelligence, please show it to me."

Guo Yanjun was taken aback.

He didn’t expect this woman to remain calm after hearing such news, but with a turn of thought, a lie came easily: "The intelligence is in the palace. I work with General Qin Yulong, how could I deceive you?!"

"Lady, please come!"

Xue Peijun’s mind moved swiftly, already sensing something was wrong, and when the man came to grab her, she drew a dagger and swiftly sliced through Guo Yanjun’s sleeve and arm, blood flowing everywhere. Xue Peijun retreated, saying: "Traitorous scoundrel!"

"My husband fights for the nation, what do you want to do?!"

"Do you want to sow discord among the emperor and subjects?!"

Guo Yanjun’s eyes held no concern for the country.

He sneered, saying: "The country? Spirit? Such things, I really don’t care, and I’ve heard too much. I advance quickly because I adhere to one truth, that is, this world belongs to the Emperor."

"When the Emperor is happy, I rise and gain wealth. When the Emperor is unhappy, I get nothing."

"I don’t care about great generals, I just want the Emperor to be happy. Lady, please!"

"Please serve the Emperor well, using Southern Country dialect, with a Jiangnan accent, that would be best..." He reached out to grab Xue Peijun’s arm, but the next moment, he felt a tingling and sudden chill in his right arm.

Blood exploded in his vision.

Then he saw his arm fly up and fall down.

The little finger still twitched.

Guo Yanjun couldn’t react, just staring blankly, then realized what happened. His face twisted, he clutched his severed arm, letting out a series of painful screams.

The other Imperial Army soldiers also lay in pools of blood.

Xue Peijun held the dagger, watching the scene, dazed and lost.

The air was heavy, the wind stirred.

An air of deadly intent shattered the stillness of the moment.

The sound of steel rang softly with a deadly chill.

A spear planted on the ground, a cold and aloof Divine General in casual attire slowly walked through the Qin Mansion’s gates. His dark boots stepping through the blood puddle, crossing the white path, as he passed the Emperor’s close minister Guo Yanjun, he didn’t glance sideways.

Guo Yanjun’s eyes were red, saying: "You, what are you doing?!"

"You dare hurt me, you dare..."

The fierce sound of a spear piercing the air, the spear directly pierced through Guo Yanjun’s neck.

A twist of the wrist.

The neck was torn open, blood spattered on the ground, not staining the robe’s sleeves.

The deep roar of a White Tiger.

The Divine General’s expression was cold and indifferent.

Yuwen Lie.