Dream of the Red Chamber: After being exiled, I went on a killing spree in Liaodong.

As time passed, the hundreds of guards from the Prince's Palace who had once been so imposing were now lying haphazardly all over the street, their cries of agony filling the air, and no one dared to take another step forward.

"This...how is this possible..."

Chen Ze lay on his back on the ground, his pupils dilated, too painful to speak, but he was so frightened by the scene before him that he forgot to cry out in pain.

The once arrogant and domineering guards now lay groaning in pools of blood, none daring to raise their heads.

The man, holding a broken wooden stick, stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his robes fluttering in the wind, like a demon descending to earth.

The entire street looked as if it had been swept by a hurricane, with guards from the Prince Zhongshun's mansion lying haphazardly, their cries of agony rising and falling, much like pigs and sheep struggling for their lives in a slaughterhouse.

King Zhongshun's throat tightened, his Adam's apple bobbed violently, and cold sweat slid down his temples and into his collar.

Jia Yi stood in the middle of the street, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over the group of spineless lackeys huddled in the corner. These usually arrogant lackeys of the Prince's mansion didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

He was too lazy to put on this farce any longer.

With a flick of his wrist, the blood-stained wooden stick in his hand flew out with a "whoosh" and hit the bluestone slab with a dull thud.

Just as his gaze turned to King Chungsun—

"Thump!"

King Zhongshun collapsed to the ground, his legs trembling, his face ashen.

murderous look!

This Jia Yi... he's really going to kill me!

He sprang up abruptly, turning to flee for his life, but a sudden, sharp pain shot through his back, as if he had been struck by a massive hammer.

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream tore through the sky, and the person crashed into the mud like a kite with a broken string.

[Ding! Host has defeated Prince Zhongshun and obtained 800 Ironclad Heavy Cavalry!]

Jia Yi's eyes flashed, and he was overjoyed.

Good heavens, King Chungshun and his son are practically professional at sending troops!

Five hundred in the beginning, and now another eight hundred; together they're almost forming an invincible iron army!

Those nobles outside are hiding in the shadows, gritting their teeth:

"Where did this jinx Jia Yi come from?"

"How could Jia She, that good-for-nothing, have fathered such an unfilial son!"

"They must be eliminated! Otherwise, the Rongguo Mansion will ruthlessly trample on our heads without hesitation!"

If Jia Yi heard this, he would only sneer: You're overthinking it.

The Rongguo Mansion is riding on your heads? Don't be ridiculous.

The only one who can ride on your shoulders is me—Jia Yi!

In the midst of this deathly silence, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the palace gates.

"Stop! All of you, stop!"

The eunuch Dai Quan led a squad of Embroidered Uniform Guards at breakneck speed, panting like a dog.

But what he saw before him made him freeze instantly.

What happened to the promised King Zhongshun leading hundreds of elite troops to besiege Jia Yi?

Why are King Chungshun and his son lying on the ground now?

Meanwhile, Jia Yi himself stood leisurely to the side, arms crossed, watching the show as if he had just finished beating someone up and was simply cleaning up the trash on the ground.

"Lord...Lord?" Dai Quan pointed to the mess on the ground, his voice trembling, "What...what happened here?"

"Oh, they provoked me, so I took action," Jia Yi said casually.

Dai Quan's eyelids twitched violently.

Good heavens!

You treated the prince like a punching bag, and you can still talk so calmly?!

Wow! That's incredibly brave!

"My lord... I would be so kind as to accompany me to the palace to meet the Emperor Emeritus," Dai Quan said cautiously, secretly taking a half-step back, afraid that the lord might slap him against the wall if he was in a bad mood.

"Okay." Jia Yi nodded readily.

"Someone, help the Prince and the Heir Apparent into the palace together." Dai Quan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ordered his men.

Before the words were finished, a figure flashed by.

Jia Yi rushed forward, grabbed one of them in each hand, and slung Prince Zhongshun and his son over his shoulders like sacks.

"No need to trouble yourself, I'll take them." He grinned and walked steadily toward the palace.

At this moment, King Chungshun and his son were so frightened that their eyes rolled back and they fainted completely.

"Your Excellency..." A guard in embroidered robes swallowed hard. "Is it appropriate for the Marquis to carry the Prince like this?"

Dai Quan, his face dark, gave him a cold glance: "If you're so capable, try snatching someone from the Marquis of Zhongyong's hands!"

The Embroidered-Clad Guards immediately shut up.

Looking around, the streets were filled with the guards of the Prince's Palace, all of them with bruises and swelling, groaning incessantly.

He already has a wife and children, and a warm home; there's no need for him to risk his life for the sake of "dignity."

And so, an unprecedented scene unfolded in the capital city—

Marquis Jia Yi, the Loyal and Brave, carried two princes on his shoulders and strode through the streets and alleys, heading straight for the palace.

The palace maids and eunuchs along the way stopped and stared wide-eyed, so shocked that they forgot to breathe.

"That's...King Chungshun??? Being carried around like firewood!!!"

"My God...who gave them the guts!"

Until we reached the Taiji Hall.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound reverberated throughout the hall.

The priceless imperial porcelain cup in the Emperor Emeritus's palm fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces due to his trembling hand.

The old emperor rubbed his eyes violently, thinking he was hallucinating.

But the scene before my eyes was incredibly clear—

His most beloved grandson's face was swollen like dough that had been fermenting for three days, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his cheeks were purplish-red, making him look exactly like a fat pig that had just been slaughtered.

The other, Prince Zhongshun, was a prince of great status, and was thrown to the ground like a dead dog, trembling all over.

"Your humble servant pays respects to the Emperor Emeritus." Jia Yi knelt down nimbly, his posture impeccably respectful.

But behind that respect was a suffocating sense of oppression.

The retired emperor stared at the "pig's head" on the ground, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Who...is this?"

Dai Quan stepped forward with a stiff upper lip: "Your Majesty, that is the Crown Prince of Chungshun."

"..."

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Outside the palace, the news had already spread like wildfire.

Jia Yi single-handedly beat up Prince Zhongshun and his son!

The entire capital city was shaken, and the elite circles were sleepless all night.

Ningguo Mansion, Rongguo Mansion.

Inside Rongqing Hall, Yingchun and the others sat together, their expressions solemn, their eyes filled with worry.

The wind has changed.

Jia Baoyu's lips curled up, his eyes revealing undisguised smugness.

Jia Yi has finally gotten into trouble!

Who will compete with him for the sisters' favoritism from now on? That fool will never have a chance to get in his way again.

"Mother, what should we do?" He sighed dramatically, but his voice betrayed a hint of unconcealed cheerfulness.

Madam Wang frowned, her fingers clenching her handkerchief tightly: "Prince Zhongshun is the Emperor Emeritus's most favored son... This has truly caused a huge uproar! Yi-ge'er has put our entire household in a very difficult position!"

Jia Zheng paced back and forth in the hall, veins throbbing on his forehead, his face turning pale: "Fool! Utterly stupid to the core! This mess he's made will likely implicate the entire Rongguo Mansion!"

Just then, Jia She, who had been sitting upright with a dark expression, suddenly sprang up and kicked Jia Lian, who was standing to the side—

With a dull thud, Jia Lian was kicked to the ground, knocking himself unconscious.

"You worthless piece of trash!" Jia She roared, his eyes bloodshot. "Is your third brother out of his mind? Are you blind or deaf? Why aren't you watching him? Huh?"

"Now look what's happened! He's caused this horrific disaster, and you're just standing here acting like nothing happened!"