The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Zhao Pojun was so excited that he trembled all over. Only when the Great Qian Dynasty was in chaos would he have a chance to show his skills.

"Our lord is wise!"

He immediately kowtowed, his forehead touching the ground.

"I'll take care of it right away!"

The man in black nodded in satisfaction and disappeared into the darkness.

Zhao Pojun knelt on the ground, holding the porcelain bottle in his hand, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with resentment.

"You just wait and see."

"Soon, you will know the consequences of offending me."

Over the next two weeks, strange changes began to appear in various parts of the Great Qian Dynasty.

First, in the north, continuous torrential rains caused rivers to swell, breaching dikes, flooding farmland, and displacing countless people.

Next came southern Xinjiang, which suffered a severe drought, leaving the land barren and yielding no harvest.

In the western borderlands, a beast tide erupted, with hordes of spirit beasts rushing out of the mountains and forests, attacking towns and causing countless deaths and injuries.

Along the eastern coast, typhoons raged, giant waves crashed, fishing boats were capsized, and houses were destroyed.

Natural disasters and man-made calamities followed one after another.

In the imperial court, memorials impeaching the crown prince were piled up like a mountain.

"The Crown Prince has failed in his duties as regent, and calamity has befallen the land. We beseech Your Majesty to reclaim the power of regent!"

"The Crown Prince has lost his virtue, incurring the wrath of Heaven and the resentment of the people. We beseech Your Majesty to choose another virtuous and capable man!"

"The Second Prince is wise and the Third Prince is benevolent. Your Majesty, please consider changing the heir!"

Murong Hao sat beside the dragon throne, looking at the memorials impeaching him, his face ashen.

If the emperor hadn't been in seclusion, the entire court would probably be in even greater chaos.

Murong Hao knew that all of this was being manipulated by someone behind the scenes.

But he couldn't stop it!

These natural and man-made disasters are happening all the time, and we can only address these issues first to prevent public resentment from escalating.

The ministers chattered on and on, while Murong Hao rubbed his temples.

The regent has been exhausted both physically and mentally these past few days.

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar came from deep within the palace, causing the entire Hall of Supreme Harmony to tremble. Dust fell from the beams, and the glazed tiles emitted a screeching sound.

The ministers' faces changed drastically, and they all fell to the ground, exclaiming in alarm.

"What's going on?!"

"Is it an earthworm turning over?!"

"No...no! It's in the direction of the Spirit Beast Garden!"

Murong Hao suddenly stood up, his expression changing drastically.

That is where the national guardian spirit beast, the Turbulent Sea Dragon, resides!

Outside the hall, a guard stumbled in, his head covered in blood, his armor shattered, and collapsed in front of the hall, his voice hoarse.

"Your Highness, this is terrible! The Sea-Turning Dragon... has gone berserk! It has broken free of its cage and is rampaging through the palace!"

"More than half of the guards in the Spirit Beast Garden have been killed or wounded. The Imperial Guards have been deployed, but... but they can't stop them at all!"

The imperial court erupted in chaos.

"What?! The sea-swept dragon has gone berserk?!"

"That's a ninth-grade spirit beast! How can we possibly withstand it?!"

"Quickly...quickly summon the High Priest! Quickly summon His Majesty from seclusion!"

Murong Hao's face was ashen. He gritted his teeth and glanced at the group of panicked ministers, a cold anger rising in his heart.

These people were just pressuring him to step down, and now they're expecting him to clean up this mess.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and asked in a deep voice.

"Where is the Venerable One?"

"We've already sent someone to invite them!"

The guard answered, trembling.

Another loud bang, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky in the distance, vaguely revealing the figure of a huge dragon rampaging between the palaces.

Its body was tens of feet long, covered with jet-black scales, its eyes glowed with an eerie red light, and it was surrounded by black malevolent energy. With each swipe of its tail, palaces collapsed and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The once guardian beasts of the empire have been reduced to killing machines.

Murong Hao drew his long sword from his waist, its cold light gleaming.

"Imperial Guards, heed my command! Follow me! The rest of you, retreat to the rear palace for refuge!"

"Your Highness, you mustn't!"

Gao Sheng grabbed his sleeve in alarm.

"You are the crown prince; you cannot risk your life!"

Murong Hao shook off his hand, his gaze sharp.

"If I don't go, who will stop it? Once it reaches the Hall of Supreme Harmony, everyone here will die! Including His Majesty's secluded meditation chamber!"

Upon hearing this, the ministers turned ashen-faced.

They were just now arguing passionately, but now they're as timid as quails.

Soon, Murong Hao arrived at the Spirit Beast Garden with a group of guards.

The eyes of the churning sea dragon glowed with an eerie red light, and a thin layer of black mist enveloped its body.

It exudes an unsettling aura.

Murong Hao's expression changed completely.

"Someone has harmed the national guardian beast."

He turned to look at Gao Sheng.

"By order of the Palace, summon all Imperial Guards to guard the Spirit Beast Garden."

Gao Sheng quickly responded and turned to run away.

Murong Hao stood outside the Spirit Beast Garden, looking at the rampaging Sea-Turning Dragon, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

A storm is coming.

Ye Niannu was instructing Murong Qing on cultivation in the courtyard when she suddenly frowned and looked up in the direction of the palace.

"My lord, what's wrong?"

Murong Qing felt a pang of anxiety upon seeing her expression.

Ye Niannu did not answer. She closed her eyes and spread her divine sense, enveloping the entire imperial city.

A moment later, she opened her eyes, her expression grave.

"Something has happened to the national guardian beast."

Murong Qing's expression changed drastically.

"A sea-turning dragon? What happened to it?"

"He's been cursed with evil energy and is going berserk."

Ye Niannu stood up and straightened her skirt.

"I need to go to the palace."

She turned to look at Wang Long.

"My lord, you stay here and protect them."

"in addition……"

She paused, her voice lowering slightly.

"During my absence, do not allow anyone to enter or leave the Marquis's residence."

"If you encounter danger, crush this jade tablet, and I will immediately sense it."

She took out a warm, smooth jade pendant from her sleeve and handed it to Wang Long.

Wang Long took the jade pendant and nodded emphatically.

"Be careful!"

Ye Niannu smiled and nodded, then vanished in a flash.

Murong Qing stood in the courtyard, looking in the direction where Ye Niannu had disappeared, her eyes filled with worry.

"Is the Venerable One... alright?"

No, it won't.

Wang Long reached out and gently patted her shoulder.

"She is a being beyond the Grandmaster level; there is no one in the Great Qian Dynasty who can harm her."

Murong Qing nodded, but the worry in her eyes wouldn't go away.

The Imperial Palace.

Spirit Beast Garden.

The raging sea dragon has completely lost control.

Its enormous body rampaged through the palace.

Wherever they went, palaces collapsed and countless guards were killed or wounded.

Murong Hao stood at a distance, looking at the frenzied beast, his face ashen.

"Imperial Guards! Form ranks!"

Hundreds of imperial guards rushed forward, forming a defensive formation, their swords, spears, and halberds aimed at the raging sea dragon.

The sea-surging dragon let out a deafening roar, its giant tail sweeping across and sending dozens of imperial guards flying, killing them instantly.

Blood stained the white marble floor.

"Damn it!"

Murong Hao gritted his teeth, drew his long sword from his waist, and was about to charge forward.

Just then, a clear, cold voice came from the sky.

"Step back."

Ye Niannu's figure appeared in the sky above the Spirit Beast Garden, wearing a moon-white long dress, her black hair flowing like a waterfall, her clothes fluttering gently in the night breeze.

She lowered her head, watching the frenzied, churning sea dragon, a hint of coldness flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"You beast, wake up!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling, oppressive force that sent shivers down one's spine.

The body of the Flood Dragon suddenly trembled, and the red light in its eyes flickered erratically.

It opened its huge mouth and spewed a black aura at Ye Niannu!

Ye Niannu raised her hand and waved it gently.

The malevolent energy was dispelled by an invisible force and vanished into the air.

"Stubborn and obstinate."