novelraw Chapter 855: Did I Give You Face? Don’t Put on Airs Just Because You’re Emperor
Chapter 855: Did I Give You Face? Don’t Put on Airs Just Because You’re Emperor
And this Fourth Prince An Xingyun's mother, Consort Rong, was the tribal princess that the Fourteen Tribes of Jinwu offered up themselves, after Prince Zhao, in his prime years, followed his early master, the Great Jing's Pillar Prince, and beat the Fourteen Tribes of Jinwu until they were crying for their fathers and mothers.
This is also why Prince Zhao, being the second prince, has a daughter this old, while Fourth Prince An Xingyun is only a little older than his daughter.
Although the Great Jing's Pillar Prince had long since passed away due to a failed breakthrough.
The current Prince Zhao, compared to the Pillar Prince of old, is the student who has surpassed the master. Even with just him alone, he can intimidate the Fourteen Tribes of Jinwu!
To put it bluntly, he's not the emperor, he doesn't need to consider what the Jing Emperor considers, that war exhausts the people and drains the treasury.
He just needs to fight!
If you're not convinced, then fight!
Would he still be afraid of the Fourteen Tribes of Jinwu?
If not for the Jing Emperor's obstruction and the Fourteen Tribes of Jinwu showing signs of submission, Prince Zhao would have long ago led his troops to trample the grasslands.
And now, they actually dare to be so boastful in front of him?Lu Ding put on an expression of sudden realization: "Oh... so that's how it is."
Then he looked at Consort Rong: "Then what kind of scene are you trying to make here, what kind of presence are you trying to assert?"
Consort Rong took a step back.
"You..."
Lu Ding spoke up, cutting her off: "If you're not convinced, after I finish this diplomatic mission and return, I'll bring some men, and you go back and bring... don't bother bringing just some men, you bring the entire Fourteen Tribes of Jinwu, and we'll have a clash? Do you dare?"
Lu Ding's approaching words caused Consort Rong to retreat continuously, even to the point where her entire being was focused on resisting Lu Ding's pressure.
She didn't really notice that An Wuyang had already walked to Lu Ding's side, or rather, it was normal for him to walk over.
But An Wuyang's next action was not so normal.
He pulled the saber from Prince Zhao's waist in one motion and, aiming at the severely injured, already somewhat unconscious An Xingyun in Lu Ding's hand, stabbed it right through.
At this moment, Consort Rong had just uttered: "No... I don't dare..."
At most, she could only act arrogantly in front of the Jing Emperor, because the Jing Emperor had to consider the nation.
Let alone facing Lu Ding, who is backed by the Great Han, and Prince Zhao, who in earlier years beat the Fourteen Tribes of Jinwu until they proactively offered her, this princess, to the Jing Emperor.
But as soon as the words left her mouth.
She saw a section of blade, gleaming with a cold light and coated with Spiritual Energy, emerge from her son's chest.
Warm blood dripped drop by drop........
The previously lifeless An Xingyun suddenly had a final surge of consciousness: "Mother... it hurts..."
An Wuyang leaned his head out from behind him, looking at Consort Rong: "Your unhappiness is the unhappiness of the Fourteen Tribes of Jinwu."
"But my unhappiness, is only the rage of a common man, with blood splattering within five steps."
He had endured long enough!!!
Now that Lu Ding was here, after finishing this job, he would withdraw with Lu Ding, why bother with so much!!!
Lu Ding was also waiting for this scene.
His hand loosened, and An Xingyun's corpse fell to the ground.
The Jing Emperor sighed on the spot.
He made no indication, not because he had no temper, or anything like that.
But rather, the most heartless are the imperial family. For the great cause of the nation, he could even give up Prince Zhao, born from his original Crown Princess consort, a true son. The current An Xingyun was, at best, merely a prince.
Compared to a sense of loss that held little significance.
The Jing Emperor was happier, happy that An Wuyang had for the first time displayed this decisive, killing character.
A Crown Prince who understands patience, is not cowardly, has methods, and has brains, is a good future emperor for Great Jing.
To the side.
Consort Rong was stunned in place by the sight of her son dying before her eyes. After a long time, she stumbled forward, her eyes filled with resentment as she swept her gaze over everyone around her.
As if trying to memorize their every face.
Yet she did not utter a single threat.
She just kept saying: "Xingyun, mother will take you home, mother will take you home, we'll go back to the Fourteen Tribes of Jinwu... we'll go see your maternal grandfather........"
She wanted revenge!!!
She wanted vengeance!!!!
Even if it exhausted every means!!!!
She would definitely make every single person present here suffer a fate worse than death!!!
Although she couldn't move Lu Ding, couldn't defeat Prince Zhao, but you all have relatives and friends, right?
'I will... one by one... torture your relatives and friends to death!!!!!'
Watching her back, Lu Ding carefully contemplated the look in her eyes.
He raised his hand, petals danced, converging into a blade, and with a flick!!
"No!!!!!"
The Jing Emperor shouted.
But it was already too late, Lu Ding's movement was too fast, almost without any wind-up, in the blink of an eye.
The layered-flower long blade pierced through Consort Rong's body.
Then... it exploded!!!
Splattering the sky with black petals, which under the sunlight, reflected a myriad of colors, that was the scene of life fading away.
Before dying, Consort Rong's eyes were full of shock.
"Why... why would I die... why... why didn't Your Majesty save me... why... why did he dare to kill me, an imperial consort, in front of the Jing Emperor........"
With the questions unanswered, the final destination of life is only death.
The aura around the Jing Emperor became somewhat turbulent.
Yes, he had no feelings for Consort Rong, everything was for the stability of the Fourteen Tribes of Jinwu, but Consort Rong bore the identity of an imperial consort!!!!
Killing Consort Rong in front of him... this was no different from trampling on his dignity.
Lu Ding stepped forward: "Your Majesty the Jing Emperor, did you see the look in her eyes just now?"
"Or do you think that, after she revealed such a look, I should still let her live?"
"What's the point? Where's the meaning in that?"
"Is it so she can cause trouble for me later, or for An Wuyang, or for Prince Zhao?"
Lu Ding shook his head: "I'm explaining this to you now as a courtesy to you. If you don't pull out the weeds by the roots, they'll grow again when the spring breeze blows. You, as an emperor, wouldn't fail to understand this principle, would you?"
If An Xingyun hadn't picked a fight, Lu Ding wouldn't have paid him any mind.
If Consort Rong hadn't, in a situation where her son tried to harm others first, come over with threats and inducements, trying to protect An Xingyun who should have paid for his own mistakes, Lu Ding wouldn't have paid her any mind either.
But just so, this mother and son pair had to bounce back and forth on Lu Ding's minefield, so there was no other way.
Could only send the two of them for a mother-son reunion.
Lu Ding isn't some protagonist with gentle methods, he can't do something like letting someone go after they reveal that kind of look in their eyes.
That would purely be asking for trouble for himself, dragging out useless side plots about the Fourteen Tribes of Jinwu.
Do you really think the Great Han is like the countries in novels, where besides him Lu Ding there is no one else to use?
What a joke.
For something like today's events, if Lu Ding returns to Great Han tomorrow, he wouldn't even need to wait until the day after, by tomorrow midnight, the Great Han's army would set out for the Fourteen Tribes of Jinwu. Then, naturally, the hawk faction powerhouses who like to fight would go over to question the royal court, making the so-called king of the Fourteen Tribes of Jinwu personally come forward to demonstrate some singing and dancing.
"But she was an imperial consort!!"
The Jing Emperor still had some temper.
Lu Ding glanced behind him.
Turning back, he stood shoulder to shoulder with the Jing Emperor: "Come, Your Majesty, let's walk ahead, let's talk in private."
Watching the two walk forward out of sight, into the turn of the courtyard.
Prince Zhao said with some worry: "They won't start fighting, will they?"
"Grand Duke Lu definitely can't beat the old man."
An Ning laughed: "Father, if Grand Duke Lu can't beat His Majesty, what would you do?"
Prince Zhao sighed: "Sigh... what can I do? He is, after all, my father, your grandfather. I can only... help Grand Duke Lu!!"
Directly delivering a heavy punch to his old father!!!
Prince Zhao's resentment towards the Jing Emperor was not ordinary. Not only did he make him 'have children', but also separated him from his daughter, and pulled some stunt like 'no return to the capital without summons'.
Before, there was no opportunity.
Today, given the slightest chance.
Prince Zhao would definitely be, calling him father with every breath, yet aiming fatal death blows with every move.
At the same time, the Jing Emperor, having walked past the corner of the courtyard, spoke with an unpleasant expression: "What do you want to say?"
Lu Ding's face instantly turned cold: "Have I been giving you too much face?"
The Jing Emperor could hardly believe his ears: "You... what did you say?"
Lu Ding pointed at himself: "Me, Great Han Special Envoy, Lu Ding."
Then he pointed at the Jing Emperor's chest, calling out his full name directly: "Have I been giving you, this Great Jing Emperor, An, Bo, Yu, too much good face, making you unaware of how many Han troops are outside Great Jing, itching for action, anticipating the opportunity to campaign and earn merits!!"
"And how many Great Han powerhouses lacking in merits are anticipating that one medal, symbolizing, first to scale the walls, slay generals, capture flags, and break through formations!!"
"You've been good to An Wuyang, I don't want to make things too difficult for him, so I pulled you over here, giving you face, giving you good face, leaving you some dignity!!"
"Don't think that just because you're an emperor, you can put on airs in front of me. Now, answer me, do you still have any objections!!?"