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

Then they remembered—

Jia Yi was not only the Duke of Qin.

He was also the "idiot" that even the retired emperor chased after and beat up!

What are etiquette and filial piety? They're all just bullshit to him!

At this moment, everyone was terrified and only wanted to tear Madam Wang to pieces.

If she hadn't led the way in courting disaster, who would have dared to touch a single hair on Zu Tian's head?!

"Pan'er! Quick! Go and beg your third brother, the Duke of Qin, to save your aunt!" Aunt Xue grabbed Xue Pan, her voice trembling.

If she's divorced and sent back to her parents' home, her life will be ruined!

"Mom," Xue Pan said with a bitter smile, "if I go to beg for mercy now, who will protect me in the family afterward?"

Xue Baochai gripped Aunt Xue's hand tightly, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She still held a sliver of hope—that the Duke of Qin would remember the Xue family's help to Jia Yi this time and, out of consideration for their relationship, take better care of his good-for-nothing elder brother.

But if she really went to plead for mercy... with her older brother's blockheaded nature, he might lose all their family's wealth on the spot.

"this……"

Aunt Xue opened her mouth, her gaze falling on her son's blank face, but she ultimately swallowed the rest of her words.

He secretly planned to send some money to his sister later.

Don't let her suffer in the mansion until she's old and destitute, enduring a life of hardship and misery.

—Jiangnan Camp.

Just as Jia Yi sat down, before he even touched his teacup to his lips, a secret report shot into the tent like a cold arrow.

The Imperial Guard knelt down to present the letter, his voice extremely low: "Lord Duke, the Zhen family has made their move."

"The conversion of rice paddies to mulberry trees has been fully implemented."

……

The moment Lin Ruhai received the message, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Record it!" He slammed his hand on the table. "One person, one crime, not a word left out! Keep it for beheading!"

At the same time, the shadow of the White Lotus Sect also quietly emerged.

Amidst the dilapidated temples and ruined houses, torches flickered, illuminating faces whose hope had been worn away by hardship.

Su Gang stood on the high platform, his black robes fluttering, his voice like rolling thunder: "The Great Qian doesn't care whether we live or die!"

"Our escape route is cut off; there's only one path left—"

He suddenly drew his sword, pointing it straight at the sky: "Rebellion!!!"

The crowd erupted in a roar that nearly lifted the roof off.

Twenty thousand refugees have already gathered under the banner, their eyes bloodshot, waiting only for the order to burn the old world to ashes.

One of his trusted confidants, unable to contain himself any longer, cried out, his eyes bloodshot, "Master! The time has come! When will we rise up?!"

Su Gang sneered and waved his hand, "What's the rush?"

"The Zhen family has only just begun forcing people to jump into the river; let's wait and see."

"We'll light this fire after they've driven the people to the brink of despair—"

"That's the true potential for a wildfire!"

He paused, a sinister smile playing on his lips: "Besides... reinforcements are on their way."

Everyone held their breath.

That name flashed through my mind—

Li Tianyi.

The name "Iron Man" once spread throughout the martial arts world amidst the bloodshed of Guangdong and Guangxi.

Born with superhuman strength, he can shatter stone tablets with his fists; he is a weapon of slaughter personally trained by the Holy Maiden.

Wu Gang has now urgently recalled him to the north, specifically to kill Jia Yi!

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Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the iron net of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and Lin Ruhai, the crimes of the Zhen family were exposed layer by layer, like rotting flesh being peeled away.

Seeing that Jia Yi remained secluded in his camp and did not move his troops, the powerful and influential people in Jiangnan became increasingly emboldened.

Farmhouses were forcibly demolished, fields were seized and crops destroyed, and mulberry seedlings were planted faster than swords and spears.

Across the vast fertile fields, cries of weeping echoed everywhere.

Displaced people, carrying the elderly and children, slept under bridges at night, and the corpses of the starving gradually appeared.

Jia Yi once went on a clandestine visit late at night and witnessed children gnawing on tree bark and an old woman kneeling on the ground begging for water.

He stood at the corner of the alley, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

The evidence is insufficient; no action can be taken.

But things are different today.

The Imperial Guard kicked open the camp gate, covered in dust, but his eyes blazed with fury: "My Lord! It's done!"

"The evidence against the Zhen family is enough to exterminate their entire clan three times over, and still not enough!"

As he spoke, he took out a red lacquered book and presented it with both hands.

Jia Yi turned to a page, and before he even finished reading, he burst out laughing: "Hahaha! How brilliant I was—"

"Prince Zhongshun?! That good-for-nothing dares to get involved in a rebellion?!"

"The Zhen family is truly blind to have clung to such a worthless wretch!"

Before he finished speaking, drums and music resounded outside the camp.

Lin Ruhai led a group of civil officials, personally escorting seven or eight heavy trunks, the corners of which were stained with blood and the chains jingling.

His beard and hair trembled, and his voice was like tearing silk: "Brother Yi—"

"Send troops to Nanjing!"

"They swallowed up 200,000 mu of fertile land in one gulp!"

"These beasts are using people's lives to refine silver!!!"

This has displaced 70,000 to 80,000 people.

Even more ruthless, this group of people came up with a brilliant idea—they directly deployed troops to block all roads leading out of Jiangnan, intending to trap the people in the city and starve them to death.

"Well done!"

Jia Yi sneered, his eyes sharp as knives.

He immediately ordered the three armies to assemble their troops. One hundred thousand armored soldiers thundered across the ground, and the Loyal and Brave Camp rose up like a storm, leaving the Jiangnan Camp watching in utter bewilderment as they rode away.

"They...left?"

"Have you discovered that there are members of the White Lotus Sect among us?"

"Most likely, otherwise why would they suddenly withdraw?"

Discussions arose, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had escaped a disaster.

But the next second, the defenders in Jinling City felt a chill in their hearts—dust billowed on the horizon, a dark mass like a looming storm!

An army of 100,000 arrived with the force of thunder!

"Close the gate! Close the gate!!" the guard roared, cold sweat trickling down his temples, his palms so wet he could barely grip the hilt of his sword.

Chaos erupted on the city wall, and the powerful and wealthy in the city were instantly thrown into an uproar.

When the news spread, everyone's expression changed.

"Has Jia Yi gone mad? Leading troops to besiege the city?!"

Zhen Yingjia sprang from the couch, his back already soaked in cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and hissed, "Summon the private army! Assemble all three thousand men! Now! Immediately!"

He knew that with his three thousand servants, he couldn't stop Jia Yi in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

But he only wanted one thing—to send out as many members of the Zhen family bloodline as possible!

"All boys under the age of fifteen, come to the front yard!" He stood in the center of the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over a group of boys before finally settling on his son, Zhen Baoyu.

That look in his eyes was like looking at the last embers of a flame.

"What happened?"

Old Madam Zhen, leaning on her cane and supported by her maid, walked step by step, her voice hoarse yet steady.

The clan members looked at each other, none of them knowing what had happened, and the air felt as still as lead.

Zhen Yingjia took a deep breath, his voice trembling: "Ancestor... the Duke of Qin has led an army of 100,000 to the city gates, their target is my Zhen family!"

"What?!"

"He dares to touch our Zhen family?!"

"Has Jia Yi forgotten that we are a century-old family, with deep-rooted traditions?"

The young men roared angrily, but could not hide the fear in their eyes.

After a long silence, Old Madam Zhen slowly nodded: "It's about time... The royal family has given us enough wealth and honor over the years."

She had a premonition.

I just didn't expect the knife to fall so quickly and so accurately.

Meanwhile, in front of the city gate.

Jia Yi reined in his horse on Red Hare, his red robe fluttering in the wind, the blade reflecting the blood.

The guard hesitated to open the gate.

He stopped waiting.

With a squeeze of its legs, Red Hare burst through the air like a blazing flame, charging straight towards the city gate!

When the soldiers on the city wall saw that he had come alone, they assumed he was there to negotiate and thoughtfully lowered the basket to catch him.

But the next moment—

"boom!!!"

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade sliced ​​through the sky, descending with immense force!