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Chapter 97 A Terrible Foul! A Utter Disgrace! [5th Update, Requesting First Subscriptions! Requesting Monthly Tickets!]

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"

Murong Qizhen had only been away from the burned-down Forbidden City for a few days when he arrived at the West Garden outside the city, when he received another urgent message from his hometown of Huayang—

"The imperial tomb has been robbed!"

"After the collapse, it was completely empty!"

"The remains of our ancestors have been stolen. Someone saw a mountain of bones at the foot of a mountain not far from the imperial mausoleum, covered with human and animal excrement, and it stank horribly!"

The visitor was terrified.

Things are getting serious.

First the Forbidden City was looted, and now the imperial tombs have collectively collapsed. Moreover, the remains of the emperors of the Great Yan dynasty have been dug up, piled up, and covered with excrement.

What a shame!
Unprecedented and unparalleled!

"call!"

"Hoohoo!"

Murong Qizhen took a deep breath, then another, and yet another, one breath after another. He was so angry he would die if he didn't do this.

How dare I!

How dare I!

In its four hundred years of existence, the Great Yan Dynasty had never experienced such a catastrophe. Even during the Tian Shun Rebellion, when the Great Yan Dynasty briefly changed hands and the Murong Kingdom was usurped for twenty years, there had never been such a grand spectacle as the imperial tombs being desecrated and the ancestors being smeared with excrement.

For a while.

Murong Qizhen found it hard to accept, and the civil and military officials of Shengjing City were even more shocked and bewildered.

Who is that?
Why is it so easy to dig up someone's ancestral graves?

Many officials were quite familiar with the underground society. Those who were not familiar with it before took the initiative to learn about it after the burning of the Forbidden City. As a result, they learned that the underground society had dug up the ancestral graves of the Lei family of Shangyang when it first appeared in Shangyang City, Jiujiang.

Later, they even dug up the ancestral graves of the Han family in their hometown of Donghu, where Han Yinglong, the newly appointed Governor-General of Jiujiang, had just taken office.

Each time he took on a bigger task, he became more skilled with each attempt.

this time.

They even dug up the imperial tombs and threw excrement on them. How disgusting!

The royal family has completely lost face.

The people were delighted, and within just a few days, the name of the Underground Society became widely known in Shengjing City; it was hard not to know about it.

……

"boom!"

Murong Qizhen was enjoying the scenery in the West Garden and processing his feelings when suddenly, a wine jar fell from the sky and exploded right in front of him with a loud crack, splattering excrement and urine everywhere.

"Ahhhh!"

Murong Qizhen was furious.

who!
who is it!

Who is it!

Underground meeting! Aaaaaaaah!
He looked up sharply and saw a bird-like object flying overhead, which was actually a kite. A person was tied to the bottom of the kite and flew by. It was this person who had dropped the dung jar. They must be disgusting people on the ground again. They always know how to disgust people!

"court death!"

Murong Qizhen shouted, "Where is Murong Yunhai!"

"Chen is here!"

Murong Yunhai appeared in a flash, his face as red as a pig's liver.

Murong Qizhen roared, "Arrest them! Bring them here alive, or you'll have to answer to me with your head!"

"The minister obeys the order!"

Murong Yunhai dashed off in the direction the kite had gone, as swift as the wind and as fast as lightning. These past few days had driven him crazy, and he desperately needed to vent his emotions.

It's time for a good, exhilarating run!
About an hour later.

Murong Yunhai, his face dark, dragged someone back and threw him on the ground like a dead dog.

wrong.

It's not just a resemblance. It's real!
Who gave him permission to die?!
Murong Qizhen, filled with rage and unable to vent it, pointed at Murong Yunhai and shouted, "Did I ever tell you to leave any survivors?"

Murong Yunhai said aggrievedly, "When I led my men to chase after him, the kite fell from a height of 100 meters, and he died from the fall."

He fell to his death.

He didn't kill him!

Murong Qizhen wouldn't listen; he was still furious and wanted to yell, "With your abilities, can't you handle him?!"

He was actually using this as an excuse to vent his dissatisfaction with Murong Yunhai's insistence on hurting the chief steward of the underground society a few days ago.

If Murong Yunhai hadn't hurt him, would the Grand Steward have been so desperate and unwilling to say another word to him?
Why would an imperial tomb need to be excavated?
Do our ancestors deserve to be splashed with excrement?

You know, that includes Emperor Taizu, Emperor Taizong, Emperor Renzong, Emperor Xuanzong, and Emperor Yingzong!
hatred!
Murong Qizhen was filled with rage and had nowhere to vent it; he was on the verge of going mad.

"Uncle Emperor!"

"Where is the Imperial Uncle?"

"Quickly go and invite the Imperial Uncle to see me!"

Murong Qizhen summoned the carefree Marquis Murong Wuji: "In this situation, what advice does my royal uncle have for me?"

Murong Wuji was not the emperor after all, so he wasn't too heartbroken about the desecration of the imperial tombs and the smearing of excrement on his ancestors. He remained calm and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty need not worry. It seems that those underground are adept at playing these underhanded tricks. This also shows that they are all shady characters and their overall strength is not very strong. They are not capable of surfacing to confront us head-on. Once they can't hold back any longer and surface, that will be the time for their own destruction."

Murong Qizhen understood: "Does Your Majesty mean we can only passively wait?"

Murong Wuji changed the subject: "The Underground Society has trained many assassins. Judging from the fighting in Xiayang City over the past six months, the members of the Underground Society are eager to surrender, but after surrendering, they are extremely uncooperative, knowing nothing when questioned, unafraid of torture or bribes, and unafraid of death. They are very difficult to deal with. But Your Majesty, how many such loyal assassins does the Underground Society have? A thousand? Or ten thousand?"

Murong Qizhen fell into deep thought.

Murong Wuji, with a clear understanding of the situation, said: "Lord Han has already captured or killed more than 800 underground rebels in Jiujiang. Now, Lord Jin is leading an army of 300,000 to besiege the city. In my humble opinion, the underground society must be desperate and has gone mad. Their end is not far off."

As the saying goes, if you want to destroy someone, you must first make them go mad.

The fact that underground societies are so crazy these days shows that they are not far from their demise.

but--

"Am I to be subjected to this kind of bullying until I am destroyed in the underworld?"

Murong Qizhen pointed at the corpses and kite wreckage on the ground, his anger, shame, and grievance reaching their peak: "They not only threw excrement on our ancestors, but now they dare to defecate and urinate on my head!"

It's one thing to throw excrement at one's ancestors.

But to throw excrement on the head of a living and reigning emperor is truly excessive.

Tolerable or unbearable!
No emperor could tolerate such bullying.

"Your Majesty, please calm down."

Murong Wuji remained calm and composed, saying indifferently, "We know that the number of assassins in the underground society is limited. In that case, we should arrest them one by one, either killing or imprisoning them. Let's compare whether the imperial court can capture assassins faster or the underground society can recruit them faster!"

There's really no need to compare these two.

Even a fool could see that if the underground society wanted to cultivate such loyal and devoted assassins, they would have to brainwash them from a young age, taking at least one or two decades to reach maturity.

The underground society may lie dormant for twenty years before launching an uprising, perhaps cultivating a thousand or even ten thousand loyal and devoted henchmen.

But with the recent deaths and arrests, and the continuous depletion of personnel, how will they replenish their ranks?
The reason is very simple.

It's easy to understand if you think about it.

Murong Qizhen clapped his hands in praise: "Uncle, you are right!"

The emperor immediately perked up: "As long as I arrest them quickly enough, the underground society will be no threat."

The greatest advantage of the imperial court is that it possesses the entire universe and countless human and material resources. In terms of consumption, even the Quanrong, which has become very powerful in recent years, may not be a match for the Great Yan.

It's a war of attrition!

Who is afraid of who?

"The palaces on both sides were burned down, the imperial tombs were dug up, and the imperial ancestors were completely insulted."

"Let's see what other tricks that underground society has up its sleeve! And how many assassins they have to spare!"

Murong Qizhen breathed a sigh of relief, finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

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(End of this chapter)