The immortal of the Tang Dynasty, but the game starts at Xuanwu Gate?

"Little sister... don't go." Feng Zhidai closed her eyes in anguish, truly not knowing what to do.

My younger sister's engagement was just settled, and everything was going well, but now this has happened?

Who can accept this?

Feng Qiao'er's expression froze on her face. She slowly turned her head, looked at her older brother's evasive gaze, and a forced smile appeared on her face.

"How could that be? Brother, don't joke like that. It's not funny, or I'll get angry."

Feng Zhidai remained silent. He understood his younger sister, because he, too, was unable to accept the news.

"How is this possible... How is this possible? He's so powerful, right?" Feng Qiao'er's face grew paler and paler, her smile more and more forced. She looked at her elder brother, and then at the servants around her who were so frightened they didn't dare to breathe.

"That's impossible, he's so capable, how could anything happen to him...?"

Feng Qiao'er felt her blood surging uncontrollably, and the entire sky, the mansion, and even her elder brother and the servants beside her were shaking and blurring.

"puff!"

Feng Qiao'er coughed up a mouthful of blood, her vision went black, and she collapsed.

Fortunately, Feng Zhidai reacted quickly and caught her, crying out, "Little sister, little sister!!"

"Doctor! Get a doctor quickly!"

Feng Zhidai was shocked and hurriedly shouted.

"Yes...yes!"

Suddenly, things fell apart at the Feng family's side as well.

Moreover, as the news continued to spread, the news that Chen Huai'an had been poisoned, the Duke of Anguo's mansion had to close its doors to guests, and that people inside were preparing funeral supplies and had even ordered a coffin, spread like wildfire throughout the entire city of Chang'an!

The Cui, Lu, and Zheng families of Qinghe were not surprised and began to make full preparations.

"Master, master, something terrible has happened!"

Inside the Wei residence, a servant rushed in in a panic. At that moment, Wei Zheng was still enjoying the tea he had taken from Chen Huai'an.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but frown: "What happened? Why are you so flustered? Did the sky fall?"

"My lord, this is worse than the sky falling down..." The servant was on the verge of tears. "Duke Anguo... Duke Anguo..."

"What's wrong with Mr. Chen?" Wei Zheng had a bad feeling and hurriedly asked.

"The Duke of Anguo... has been poisoned and passed away. The Duke of Anguo's mansion is now closed to visitors and preparations for his funeral and coffin have begun."

Wei Zheng was stunned. For the first time, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes. He subconsciously looked down at the tea in his hand.

He had just been thinking that once he ran out of his own tea, he would go to Chen Huai'an's house and smuggle some more.

After all, this tea tastes really good, far surpassing ordinary brewed tea by a great margin.

How could I have received news of their death so quickly?

"Impossible!" Wei Zheng roared, "You son of a bitch, how dare you lie to me?!"

"Master, I wouldn't dare deceive you!" The servant knelt down in fear. "This matter has already spread. It was said by the Duke of Anguo's confidants and his personal maid. The Duke of Anguo's mansion is indeed closed to guests. There's no way to lie about it!"

Wei Zheng's mind went blank. He recalled the perilous night at Xuanwu Gate, when the other party led him to a way out in the middle of the night.

It was also the other side that rose like a comet, bringing about earth-shaking changes to the Tang Dynasty.

Wei Zheng recalled how they had once enjoyed the night view from the tallest building in Chang'an and drunkenly reveled in the Taiji Hall.

They had a snowball fight like children inside the East Palace!

He once said: "We must establish a moral compass for Heaven and Earth, establish a destiny for the people, continue the lost learning of the past sages, and usher in an era of peace for all generations."

He hasn't accomplished it yet, how can he leave?

The mind is reason; extend innate knowledge; unite knowledge and action!

What an amazing idea! Kong Yingda even privately commented that if the other party perfected the philosophy of mind, he might become a new sage!

Why...why did you just leave like that?

"Fuck your mother!" Wei Zheng clenched his fists and growled, "How could Mr. Chen suddenly die of poisoning? Someone must have killed him!"

"Mr. Chen is blocking their way; they don't want to see a new saint appear!"

"Fuck your mother!!!"

"I need to see His Majesty..." Wei Zheng kicked aside the servant and rushed out, disregarding everything.

Not only the Wei family, but also Du Ruhui, Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji, Xiao Yu, Yan Shigu, Dai Zhou and others were all enraged.

Especially in the Cheng, Li, and Tang residences.

Upon hearing the news, the three brothers burst into tears for the first time. Cheng Chumo knelt before Cheng Yaojin like a madman, sobbing uncontrollably, "Father, Master was murdered! Master must have been murdered!"

"He has already suffered so much, finally managing to climb out of the mire after countless hardships. He should be remembered by the world and revered by future generations. He has already suffered so much..."

"Why treat him like this?"

Cheng Yaojin opened his mouth, but was speechless.

"Father..." Cheng Chumo cried out, his forehead repeatedly striking the ground. "I beg you, please get justice for the master! I beg you!"

He's not young anymore; he's long understood the meaning of life and death.

But he never expected that his husband would leave them one day.

Cheng Chumo knew it, and they had always known it.

The man often fools them, but they are willing to be fooled by him.

Isn't that incredible?

But that's the truth!

Because only the teacher truly respected them, and did not treat them as spoiled brats or ignorant second-generation nobles.

They enjoyed being with their husband, listening to him tell interesting, thought-provoking, and insightful little stories.

Even though the teacher always gave them nicknames, calling him Brother Frost and Wind, Brother Li Zhen and Thin Ice, and Monk of the Bitter Sea on the Tang River, they still liked being with the teacher.

But now, the gentleman is gone!

He left so suddenly!

Cheng Yaojin looked at his eldest son, who was crying like this for the first time and pleading with him like this for the first time, and felt extremely distressed.

He knew he shouldn't get involved, but he had fought countless battles and crawled out of piles of corpses many times in his life to finally reach his current position.

If you can't even get justice for your eldest son's husband?

What else is he called, Cheng Yaojin? And what is he called, Duke Su?

"Alright..." Cheng Yaojin was never one to hesitate. He came to Cheng Chumo and helped his child up. "Among civil officials, it's not easy to find someone who suits our tastes."

"Your father may not be very capable, but he can still get justice for him!"

"Child, don't cry!"

"Watch Dad go and cause a huge scene!"

"..."

The usual tranquility of the Eastern Palace was suddenly shattered.

A series of hurried footsteps spread outwards. Zhang Anan no longer cared about etiquette or palace rules; his face was filled with terror, even... fear.

He dared not imagine how Li Shimin would react if he learned of this news.

"..."