Chapter 493 - 334: The Imperial Treasury! Lu Xuan Seeks to Seize All the World’s Treasures!
The courtroom suddenly erupted into chaos, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
No one expected Mr. Lu to openly admit it.
Can’t you even try to defend yourself?
What will become of His Majesty?
How can we still stand on the moral high ground and point fingers?
Smack!
An elderly scholar from the Hanlin Academy gave himself a hard slap, wincing in pain.
"Is this... Am I dreaming?"
The Deputy Minister of Revenue, Mr. Qian, was as if petrified, his jade tablet clattering to the ground unnoticed.
He mechanically turned his head towards his colleague: "Mr. Li... pinch me..."
"Ouch!" Mr. Qian jumped in pain.
"You really pinched me!"
The courtroom descended into turmoil, with a few old ministers pushing each other, resembling onlookers in a market brawl.
"Mr. Wu!
"What... what exactly is going on?" The Assistant Minister of Justice clutched a colleague’s sleeve, his voice altered.
Mr. Wu, an elder statesman, pinched his own thigh hard, wincing in pain: "An illusion!"
"This must be an illusion!"
He pointed at his bruised thigh, "Mr. Feng, look, even the pain feels fake!"
The Minister of Works suddenly pulled out a personal Awakening God Fragrance Pouch, took a deep breath: "Cough, cough... seems I drank too much of last night’s tonic wine..."
He was instantly choked by the pouch, coughing non-stop, spattering Chancellor Zhao Xian’s back with saliva.
A few young officials were even more exaggerated, whispering among themselves: "Could it be that Mr. Lu is possessed by some spirit?"
"Shhh!"
"I’ve heard that the western land has sorcerers who have a kind of Disguise Skill..."
"Nonsense!"
"Spreading lies to confuse us!"
The most extraordinary was an Imperial Censor from the Inspection Office, who took out a bronze mirror and checked his reflection, muttering to himself: "Could I be under some kind of illusion?"
The ministers looked at each other, seeing disbelief and shock in each other’s eyes.
This Mr. Lu, who has been upright and strict for decades, even punishing his own son for breaking the law.
Today, he actually admitted to jailbreak in public?
It’s more unbelievable than the sun rising in the west!
On the dragon throne, Emperor Qianxi’s complexion had turned dark, his knuckles white from clenching his fingers.
He watched the courtroom descend into chaos, those usually dignified ministers.
Now displaying vulgarity like market shrews.
"Silence!"
With a thunderous shout, the imperial dragon-pattern inkstone was thrown down heavily. It shattered on the golden bricks, and the splattered ink stained several ministers’ robes.
The courtroom fell silent instantly, even the sound of breathing was audible.
"Lu... Mr. Lu..."
Emperor Qianxi’s voice turned hoarse, he stared intently at Lu Xuan below the hall, fingers beneath his dragon robe dug deep into his palms, drawing blood.
Those once dignified dragon eyes, now carried a hint of panic.
"What do you mean by this?"
At the forefront of the civil servant ranks, Chancellor Zhao Xian’s emotions were in turmoil.
His well-maintained old face first flushed red, then turned pale, finally taking on an ashen hue.
The hands hidden within his purple robe sleeves trembled uncontrollably—
The elaborate trap he painstakingly set, how did it collapse in an instant?
According to his original calculation, it was supposed to accuse using Lu Jinyun’s jailbreak incident, pressing step by step.
In the deathly silence of the hall, Chancellor Zhao Xian’s Adam’s apple rolled with difficulty.
He suddenly realized a terrifying fact!
Before him, this Mr. Lu who always adhered strictly to ministerial duty, today intends to tear apart that façade of impartiality!
How to negotiate?
How to compete?
How to leverage the courtroom’s rules to threaten?
In the face of absolute power, all schemes and eloquence become a joke!
Like ants baring fangs and brandishing claws at an elephant, how laughable!
The few ministers who just spoke boldly now wished they could shrink into the ground.
Zhao Xian’s lips trembled violently, yet not a word could escape them.
His thoughts were suddenly pulled back to a blood-red evening thirty years ago—
Back then, he was just a lowly fourth-rank deputy, supervising military provisions.
Outside the city gates, he witnessed a scene like a hell on earth.
A hundred thousand northern cavalry surged like waves, the ground trembling under iron hooves.
Just as the defending army was about to collapse, a dark figure stood alone on the city wall.
It was his first time witnessing Mr. Lu in action.
That Mr. Lu wielded a blade with one hand, and suddenly, the world changed color.
Thousands of roaring knife auras shot forth from every direction, piercing each enemy’s throat precisely.
The hundred thousand troops collapsed at an alarming speed.
The blood from the enemy soldiers formed streams, dying the entire desert red.
The most terrifying part was, after all this, Mr. Lu’s robes remained unstained by blood.
When he turned, those calm eyes were identical to the ones now in the hall!
Invincible, unmatched!
On the dragon throne, Emperor Qianxi’s nails had embedded into his palms, blood dripping along the dragon pattern.
He finally understood, his so-called imperial stratagems all these years.
In the face of true strength, they were merely a toddler’s first steps.
Courtroom rules?
The etiquette between ruler and minister?
Those were games only when this supreme grandmaster was willing to entertain you!
Underneath the white tiger skinned chair, Lu Xuan sat calmly.
His expression was frighteningly composed, his deep eyes like a bottomless cold pool, evoking fear from those who dared look.
It was precisely this composure, as though unaffected by a collapsing mountain, that made the court officials feel a chill at their backs, breaking into cold sweat.