Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 35 The Burning Imperial City

Night fell over the Red City, the cold stars dimming their brilliance. An eerie silence enveloped the new capital of the Beichen Dynasty. The flickering candlelight in the imperial study stretched the young emperor's shadow into a long, thin line, like a wandering, trapped dragon.

“Tick-tock—”

The sound of the copper clock was particularly clear in the silence. Beichen Yuanhuang's fingertips unconsciously stroked the memorial on the table, and the word "准" annotated with cinnabar had not yet dried, leaving a half-smudge of residual red.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my heart. My wide, gilded dragon-patterned sleeves brushed against the Northern Territory's border map. The winding boundary river on the sheepskin scroll seemed to bleed blood. Outside the window, the night watch drum blasted three times, startling a few crows. Black feathers swept past the ferocious, wind-mocking beast head on the eaves.

"Your Majesty, it's time to rest." The palace maid on duty knelt down and presented the calming soup.

Beichen Yuanhuang waved his hand and retreated, his knuckles turning white as he clenched the dragon-patterned jade pendant at his waist.

Several days had passed since Beichen Yin left Beiyu for the Central Plains. Although he had previously promised to immediately investigate Jian Xie Ren Xie after his visit, the lack of any news had left Beichen Yuanhuang deeply uneasy. The Beichen Dynasty was now far less powerful than it once was, and the leadership changes in the Central Plains were unclear. Furthermore, there were those sneaky individuals lurking in the shadows.

Thinking of this, a sweet and fishy taste rose in his throat, as if he saw the vermilion splashed on the dragon throne during the civil strife in Beichen.

"Report to the Emperor!"

Dao Bo Ming burst in through the door, covered in night dew, his voice filled with alarm: "King Bing Jian has returned home seriously injured!"

"What!" The jade pendant fell to the ground and shattered into dust. Beichen Yuanhuang suddenly stood up, and the twelve-tassel crown of pearls and jades clashed like a torrential rain. "What's going on?"

"I don't know either. Only the soldiers reported that King Bingjian was seriously injured. He fainted before reaching the Imperial City and has been placed in King Bingjian's palace."

"Send the imperial physician immediately! I'll go right away!" Upon hearing that Beichen Yin was seriously injured, Beichen Yuanhuang was extremely anxious. He didn't even bother to dress. He left the palace with Dao Boming and Jian and rushed straight to the Bingjian Palace. At this time, the Bingjian Palace was already in chaos, with maids and servants running around, and the palace doctors were also moving around.

"I have met His Majesty."

"Greetings to Your Majesty."

……

Seeing Beichen Yuanhuang coming in person, everyone in the palace naturally didn't dare to neglect him. But at this moment, Beichen Yuanhuang was in no mood to care about these things. He walked straight through the people who were paying their respects and came to the room where Beichen Yin was resting. He pushed open the door and saw an old doctor who heard the voice and looked at the entrance with panic. Seeing that it was Beichen Yuanhuang, he quickly stepped aside.

Father...

The moment he pushed the door open, he choked with sobs. However, when he saw the gray-faced figure on the bed, his thoughts suddenly turned to addressing the king and his subjects: "How is King Bingjian's injury?"

Just as Beichen Yuanhuang turned around to look at the doctor and inquire about Beichen Yin's condition, he suddenly felt an unprecedented force coming from behind. In an instant, his internal organs shifted, he stumbled and smashed the rosewood screen, and the blood mist spurting from his throat stained the window lattice.

"what!"

The doctor who witnessed this scene was strangled by the true qi and turned into a bloody mist before he could even say a word. Beichen Yuanhuang fell to the ground and struggled to look back, but saw that Beichen Yin's body shape had changed drastically and he had returned to the appearance of the Geography Secretary.

At this moment, the Geography Department was also secretly surprised. He had intended to pierce Beichen Yuanhuang's heart with a palm and kill him directly, but when he touched Beichen Yuanhuang, he felt a momentary resistance, so that this fatal palm only seriously injured Beichen Yuanhuang but failed to take his life.

At this time, there was a noise outside the house, Dao Bo Ming and Jian Sui Xing broke into the house, and at the same time, a palm force came down from a distance, and Jian Sui Xing was caught off guard and was hit, and his body turned into a golden statue.

"Emperor Yuan!" Dao Boming stepped forward with his sword and stopped the Geography Department. Without even turning his head, he shouted, "Your Majesty, leave this man to me. Return to the palace immediately." The Geography Department, Deng Jiuwu...

Seeing Jian Suixing killed and Dao Boying fighting desperately, Beichen Yuanhuang knew that a powerful enemy was coming, and without caring about anything else, he turned around and rushed out of the room. At this time, the entire palace was in chaos. Not only that, fires broke out in many places throughout Chicheng, and the chaos quickly spread to the entire imperial city!

But then a golden monkey boy jumped down from the roof of the palace, cutting off Beichen Yuanhuang's escape route.

"Beichen Yuanhuang of the Beichen Dynasty is incompetent and unjust. He abuses his power and commits many atrocities, causing the people of Beiyu to suffer misery and devastation. By order of the prince, I kill him!"

As the word "kill" fell, the golden and silver double killing moves came from afar. Beichen Yuanhuang suppressed his injuries, lifted his Yuan and jumped, narrowly avoiding the killing moves. However, the sedan chair fell from the sky, and Deng Jiuwu jumped out from inside and hit Beichen Yuanhuang with a heavy palm. Beichen Yuanhuang had no way to avoid it, and was seriously injured again, flying backwards and vomiting blood.

"Deng Jiuwu!"

The killing situation has emerged, the imperial city is in chaos, Beichen Yuanhuang looks at the enemy in front of him, blood keeps pouring out of his mouth, his dislocated organs convey severe pain, and the raging fire seems to burn everything of Beichen to ashes!
"Beichen Yuanhuang!" Deng Jiuwu stood with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at the Lord of Beichen in front of him and said in a cold voice: "A fake phoenix can never become a real phoenix. Pay for my daughter Huarong's life!"

"Huarong, you are! The grandson of the King of Chu!"

Beichen Yuanhuang was shocked and fought back, but his foundation was not as strong as Deng Jiuwu's, and he was seriously injured. After one palm strike, Beichen Yuanhuang only felt a dull pain in his meridians. The intricate energy was intertwined in his body. Once his energy weakened, he was about to kneel to the ground.

But the next moment, whether it was his will or his intention, Beichen Yuanhuang clenched his teeth and forcibly supported this body that was like a candle in the wind.

"So that's how it is. Ha, everything makes sense." Beichen Yuanhuang looked at Deng Jiuwu not far away with blood in his mouth.

"But... if you were the grandson of the King of Chu, how could you watch Hua Rong die..."

"Nonsense!" Beichen Yuanhuang's words instantly struck Deng Jiuwu's heart with pain. In the past, Chu Huarong had been murdered by Beichen Yuanhuang and Beichen Yin while investigating the secrets of the dynasty. He had the opportunity to rescue him, but chose to remain silent for the sake of his plan.

Although he had no feelings for Chu Huarong's mother, Yue Wubo, he did have a genuine father-daughter bond with Chu Huarong. However, in the eyes of a powerful hero, ambition and ambition naturally outweighed the weight of a father-daughter bond. Despite this, Beichen Yuanhuang's words still deeply wounded Deng Jiuwu's heart. With a powerful palm strike, he struck Beichen Yuanhuang's forehead.

Beichen Yuanhuang, who was seriously injured, had no way to dodge. A palm covered his head, deciding life and death, and blood splattered into the sky.

But at this moment, a mournful cry was heard, and it was so late!

"My son!"

A blue dragon opened the way, five stars aligned, and a furious roar broke through the clouds. Beichen Yin landed with the force of wind and thunder, like an arrow tearing through the darkness before dawn. Deng Jiuwu retreated three feet, only to see the usually calm and composed King Bingjian's eyes piercing his chest, the man in his arms barely breathing.

Beichen Yuanhuang, who had only a little hope left, looked at the person who came, with a faint light flashing in his eyes. He raised his hand with difficulty, and his bloody fingertips scratched the Tenglong pattern on Beichen Yin's robe, leaving a winding blood mark.

The unspoken words dissipated in the morning breeze, and the last gaze reflected the morning glow in the sky, as if the young man was riding a horse and shooting swallows with a bow, and the words of praise: "The prince should be like a swan."

Father, it seems like it has been a long time since Huang'er went hunting with you.

such a pity……

(End of this chapter)