The mountain rain is coming, the wind fills the tower.

Despite the seeming tranquility in Qingyang Town and even the entire Jiacheng City area.

Xi Zichu is dead, the Xi family has withdrawn, the new Jiacheng City Lord has already taken office, and still respects the Chongxuan family’s rule over Qingyang Town.

At this time, most of the people in Yang State believe that this year is a year of very bad luck. A terrible plague broke out, killing many people and exposing several incompetent officials.

But that’s it. Incompetent officials have been punished, the plague has been contained, and the overall situation of the country is improving… at least in the eyes of many.

Only a small number of people know about the plague mutation. The encirclement of the Yang State by a large army has just happened, and it is currently limited to a group of Yang State rulers in Zhaohui City who are discussing and devising countermeasures.

Therefore, at this time, Yang State is still in a very delicate atmosphere of peace.

But Jiang Wang has made the atmosphere in Qingyang Town very tense.

He has been asking Zhu Biqiong to set up more illusion formations, even at the cost of taking out Dao Yuan stones to allow Zhu Biqiong to replenish her consumption at any time, almost covering all the roads leading to Qingyang Town.

His Dao Yuan stones were not very sustainable in the first place, but Zhu Biqiong was even more on the verge of collapse.

“No, no, I can’t do it anymore. This lady needs to, re, rest!”

Zhu Biqiong was dizzy and complained endlessly. The number of illusion formations she has set up these days is almost comparable to that of a month in the past. She had never worked so hard in her cultivation at the Diaohai Tower.

Xiao Xiao quickly rushed up to massage her shoulders and back, coaxing her with “good sister” this and “good sister” that.

These days, she had been half coaxing and half deceiving to get Zhu Biqiong to work hard.

“Forget it,” Zhu Biqiong pouted, “I can see it now, you ungrateful girl, no matter how I teach you or how good I am to you, your heart is always with your master!”

“Of course!” Xiao Xiao said while professionally massaging her shoulders, “My heart lives with you, sister, but my direction is towards the master.”

“Tsk, I don’t usually see you being so sweet-tongued. You and your master are really a family, always fawning when they need you, and discarding you like old shoes when they don’t.”

Jiang Wang stood aside, watching the scene outside Qingyang Town, pretending not to understand the complaints in her words.

The sky was warm and gentle, and a few white clouds were leisurely drifting.

Xiang Qian, who had already taken an afternoon nap, walked over from the shade of a tree and couldn’t help but ask, “Do you really think there will be changes here?”

“It’s not just thinking,” Jiang Wang said without turning his gaze back, “Don’t you smell the scent of danger?”

He shouted to Zhu Biqiong again, “Daoist Zhu, can you use your Fortune Ball yet?”

Zhu Biqiong glanced at Xiao Xiao, implying, “Didn’t I tell you? Look at your master.”

She shouted back loudly, “Not yet!”

Xiang Qian hesitated for a long time before unwillingly saying, “I have a set of sword formations that might come in handy. But it’s best not to use them if possible…”

In Zhaohui City, in the Yangting Palace.

Yang Jiande, the twenty-seventh ruler of the Yang State, surprisingly attended the court.

To be precise, with the plague mutating internally, transcendent cultivators were all in danger. With the Qi State suddenly encircling the border with a large army, the Yang State almost fell into a precarious situation overnight, teetering on the brink of life and death.

However, Yang Jiande was still cultivating in the Yangxin Hall, seemingly unwilling to pay attention, still wanting to let the Crown Prince govern on his behalf and the courtiers assist, as usual, to deal with the current situation.

It was only after the Yang State Crown Prince Yang Xuanji begged with tears and blood that he was invited to the court and convened this court meeting.

Below the Danbi, the courtiers were chattering and arguing, their voices loud, but without a definite plan.

The strength of the Qi State is deeply rooted in people’s hearts, even if only one army is sent, the Yang State has no chance of winning. Faced with the current situation, these ministers of the Yang State are really somewhat desperate!

On the dragon chair, Yang Jiande was drowsy. The reason why he was still enduring and not leaving was just to wait for the main show.

But he did not expect the prelude to this show to be so long, making him feel bored.

“Father!” The Yang State Crown Prince’s voice made him perk up, and he resisted the urge to sit cross-legged to cultivate and straightened his body.

As the de facto ruler of the Yangting in recent years, the Yang State Crown Prince’s opening immediately silenced the entire court. From a noisy place like a farmers market, it returned to a solemn and dignified place.

The Yang State Crown Prince stood at the head of the courtiers, facing Yang Jiande from afar.

He was tall, broad-faced, and had a loud voice, truly showing his stature: “Your son believes that the centuries-old ailment of the Yang State has reached a time when it must be changed!”

“Oh?” Yang Jiande’s expression remained unchanged: “How should it be changed?”

The Yang State Crown Prince was obviously prepared, and immediately said in a loud voice: “The first step, Father must issue a decree of self-reproach, confess his mistakes frankly, and seek the understanding of the people!”

As the most trusted eunuch beside Yang Jiande, Liu Huai, who was always serving him, immediately shouted: “Crown Prince, do not forget the order of seniority!”

In the struggle between the Crown Prince and other princes, he certainly stood on the side of the Crown Prince without any doubt. Because he was very clear that Yang Jiande had no intention of changing the Crown Prince. And the other princes really did not pose a threat to the Crown Prince.

But if the Crown Prince challenged the monarch, then he would definitely stand in front of the monarch without any doubt. As a eunuch, he was very clear that everything he had was bestowed by Yang Jiande, he existed relying on Yang Jiande, and his loyalty could only be given to Yang Jiande.

And today, in this court. He was horrified to find that the Crown Prince had really launched a challenge, and it was under this situation of internal and external difficulties and precariousness!

He didn’t have time to think, and had instinctively spoken out to stop him.

But…

“Eunuch!” The Yang State Crown Prince angrily pointed and said: “Do I have room for you to interrupt when I speak to my father? The collapse of the court is because my father wrongly trusted a treacherous villain like you!”

This Crown Prince had always been gentle and kind, always calling him “Eunuch Liu” in the past, with respect and courtesy, and his intentions had never been broken. But today, he actually pointed at his nose and cursed him as an eunuch.

Liu Huai felt ashamed, followed by anger and hatred, rushing up all at once, but he dared not resist.

Because eunuchs were originally servants of the emperor, and the Crown Prince, as the future master of the Yang State, could completely scold his own servants in this way, rightfully.

Yang Jiande himself was very calm, waving his hand to let Liu Huai retreat.

The man sat on the dragon chair, leaning forward slightly, looking down at the Crown Prince he had chosen: “Decree of self-reproach? Father wants to hear, what is Father’s sin?”

Liu Huai retreated to the corner, hearing the monarch’s words, tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

He was not crying for the humiliation he had suffered, but for Yang Jiande!

As the ruler of a country, Yang Jiande did not refer to himself as “zhen,” but instead referred to himself as “Father” in this court. Seemingly calm, self-possessed, and indifferent, the faint plea and vulnerability within… others did not know, but Liu Huai, who had served the monarch for most of his life, how could he not know?

Since ancient times, the imperial family has had no kinship, but they yearn for kinship!

“May I ask Father!” The Crown Prince immediately responded, without the slightest hesitation, obviously his heart had been accumulating for a long time, and he had to vent it: “Without our own calendar, losing our own writing. What is a country? How can a family be a family?!”

Yang Jiande was silent for a while before saying: “These two things were indeed promoted in my hands…”

“My sin!”

ps: There will be an additional update at 12 o’clock tonight.