Traveling the Heavens in Thunderbolt

Chapter 1090: Snow and Wind Always Welcome

"…The future of the Chu Dynasty will belong to our Song family."

Song Wenfeng was very pleased with his son's words. He nodded and smiled, "After Sun Shiji dies of old age, I should also take a step forward. I will advise Your Majesty to rectify this corrupt court. After all, the Chu Kingdom still depends on the support of aristocratic families like us. Those crude warriors and farmhands can't help. In the future, the Chu Kingdom will be rebuilt into the top of the world's cultural heritage under the assistance of the three generations of prime ministers of the Song family."

"If I hadn't visited you tonight, I wouldn't have known that Mr. Song had such great ambitions." An old voice was heard in the meeting room where there were supposed to be only three people.

The candle went out and the hall became dark.

Then, the lights came back on, and Lu Dantian, the only sword master of Western Chu and the commander of the empress's guards, suddenly appeared on the chair on the left side of the meeting room in the Song Mansion.

Knowing that the coming of the personal guard who usually guards the empress was not a good thing, Song Wenfeng was able to stand firm in the court of Western Chu, demonstrating his excellent skill in turning the tables.

As soon as he saw Lu Dantian, he immediately stood up from the main seat and scolded him: "Lu Dantian, you sneaked into my house late at night. Do you want to do something bad? Aren't you afraid that I will report you to the court tomorrow morning?"

"If I hadn't read the letter that Mr. Song wrote to Southern Xinjiang, I would have really thought that the old man was a great minister of the country." As he spoke, Lu Dantian took out a stack of letters and placed them on the table.

"That's it!" Song Qingshan's expression changed drastically and he exclaimed in surprise when he saw the stack of letters on the table.

Song Maolin, who had never spoken, also looked pale.

Lu Dantian said, "When the Great Chu was destroyed and Zhao Yi entered the capital, so many years have passed and the city defense formation has been destroyed and only half of it remains. It was the old man who took the initiative to tell us the inside story of the formation. The old man is quite clever, splitting the same thing into two parts and selling them both at sky-high prices. I really admire him."

Song Wenfeng's face turned pale and blue, "I wonder how Your Majesty plans to deal with me?"

Then Lu Danchen smiled and said, "Don't panic, Mr. Song. After all, the Song family is a prominent family in Western Chu. For the sake of Great Chu and the Song family, Your Majesty should still give everyone some dignity."

As he spoke, Lu Danchen swung his sword and smashed the letter in his hand into pieces.

Song Wenfeng asked: "What do you want to do here?"

"Your Majesty asked me to give this to you, old sir." As he spoke, Lu Danchen took out a wooden box from his bag and placed it on the table.

When Song Wenfeng saw the wooden box, her pupils shrank. She pretended to be calm and opened the box with trembling hands.

I saw three small porcelain bottles quietly placed in the box.

Song Wenfeng seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant, and tried to make a last-ditch effort, saying, "I will write my resignation letter tomorrow, and the three of us, the grandparents and grandchildren, will retire and return home together. For three generations of my Song family, no one will appear in the court again."

Lu Dantian naturally knew what Song Wenfeng was thinking, and said with a smile: "Old Master Song is dissatisfied with the court. After all, the Song family is still a prominent family of our Great Chu, and has made a lot of efforts to restore the country. How can Your Majesty treat them badly? Before coming, Your Majesty specifically instructed this old minister that if Old Master Song does not want to be decent, then let me help you be decent. Old Master, please."

"What about the other two?" Song Wenfeng looked at the porcelain bottle in her hand, feeling the coldness on the bottle.

Lu Dantian replied: "The other two families have their own people to help them. After all, Mr. Song is an important official of our Great Chu, so I must come and see him off in person."

"Alas, Your Majesty, we have underestimated you." After a long sigh, Song Wenfeng drank the contents of the bottle in one gulp.

Then he collapsed on the seat, his face turned black, and he drooped limply. The porcelain vase fell to the ground and rolled a few times on the blue brick floor.

"You two, please go in." After making sure that Song Wenfeng was dead, Lu Dantian said to Song Qingshan and Song Maolin. Of the two, Song Qingshan took the celadon bottle from the box first. After a long silence, he glanced at Song Qingshan and said, "Father..."

Go with your father.

"Your Majesty..." Song Maolin followed closely behind Song Qingshan.

The housekeeper of the Song Mansion pushed the door open and entered. He was shocked when he saw the bodies of the three members of the Song family. When he saw Lu Dantian, he bowed respectfully and said, "Sir."

Lu Dantian said indifferently: "Old Master Song, his son Song Qingshan, and his grandson Song Maolin were drinking in the mansion to celebrate the success of our Great Chu's southern expedition. They were poisoned and assassinated by Zhao Gou's spy from Liyang. The rest, you can make it up yourself."

"Yes." When the housekeeper of the Song Mansion looked up again, Lu Dantian was no longer in front of him, and he disappeared along with the three porcelain bottles and the wooden box.

After the housekeeper calmed down, he rushed towards Song Wenfeng's body, crying, "Master~"

There is a lake in the northwest corner of the Western Chu Imperial City. The lake is not big, but it is quite famous. The name is even more interesting. It is called "Jianghu" because it is said that the lake is bottomless and the water source is connected to the Guangling River outside the capital.

The Queen of Western Chu, Jiang Si, was dressed in a simple palace dress, sitting in a pavilion by the lake. There was no one around and everything was silent.

In front of him were piles of copper coins, some new, some old, some big, some small, and so on.

She was extremely beautiful, staring at the coins in a daze, her mind wandering away.

Events from the past reappeared in my mind one by one, including moving books and reading, and tending the vegetable garden in Wudang Mountain.

"Your Majesty." Lu Dantian came back to report, interrupting Jiang Si's recollection.

The empress immediately restored her usual majestic demeanor in the court and asked, "How is the matter going?"

Lu Dantian reported back: "Mr. Song and others have already set off."

"Yes." The empress nodded and described the matter: "The capital has been a little uneasy recently. Zui Liyang was unwilling to fail, so he sent Zhao Gou to infiltrate secretly. Old Master Song and others were killed. Grandpa Lu is responsible for both the Yulin Army and the Royal Guards. Soon, General Zhenbei and his men will return to the court. Grandpa Lu must be more vigilant."

"I sincerely obey your Majesty's instructions."

After Lü Dantian left, the empress put the copper coins into her sleeves and looked at the calm lake. "Thinking back to the past, my Great Chu had Li Mi, the best national player in the world, Ye Baikui, the soldier of the Spring and Autumn Period, Li Chungang who flew across the Guangling River with a sword, Qi Lianhua who was a stunning beauty, Zhao Dingxiu, the best writer in the world, Wang Qing, the most proud of the Cao family, Cao Changqing, Sun Xiji who was at the top of the central government at the age of twenty and wore purple and yellow, Zeng Xianglin, the most polite person in the world, and Tang Jiahe who was proficient in hundreds of schools of thought... My Great Chu can be said to have all the elegance of the Spring and Autumn Period. Now... Alas~"

Jiang Si took out from her sleeve several reports collected by the guards during this period.

These reports respectively recorded the situations in Beiliang, Liyang and Beimang, as well as the news that Ao Xiao Hongchen defeated the top ten masters of Liyang and Beimang.

What really concerned Jiang Si was a message that had been widely circulated in the streets of Western Chu in recent times, saying that the Empress Jiang Si was actually an orphan found by Cao Changqing on the street, and was a puppet created only to satisfy Cao Changqing's selfish desire to become the emperor's teacher.

"Before Li Yang is destroyed, they are already thinking about fighting for power. I hope that after this incident, they will restrain themselves, otherwise..." A gleam of light shot out from the empress's eyes.

The sharp light was like a sword, crossing the river and piercing through the two flying birds above the lake.

(End of this chapter)