I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Daqian Imperial Palace!

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The gilded imperial desk shattered under a palm strike, and the memorials scattered like snowflakes.

The emperor of the Daqian Dynasty, Emperor Qianxi, in his dark dragon robe, stood with the twelve jade beads on his diadem colliding fiercely, producing a sharp, rapid sound.

"Such a Grandmaster!"

"Such a Grand Marshal of the Empire!"

The thirty-year-old Emperor Qianxi’s voice was already hoarse, and veins stood out on his neck.

In the next moment, Emperor Qianxi suddenly grabbed the urgent report from the Ministry of War and forcefully threw it down the steps—

"Ten thousand Tiger Roar Guards!"

"Crushing the Black Iron Gate of the Heavenly Prison!"

"Is this truly my esteemed teacher?"

"In his eyes, does he still see me?"

Each word from Emperor Qianxi seemed squeezed out through clenched teeth, filled with boundless hatred.

"Mr. Chen, I will settle this affair for you three!"

After venting his anger, Emperor Qianxi suddenly withdrew his fury, and the curses gradually subsided in the spacious hall.

He raised his hand to stroke the cloud patterns on the dragon robe, his fingertip brushed over a cracked golden thread, realizing then that his court robe had been torn in a fit of rage.

Immediately, Emperor Qianxi’s gaze turned sharply like an eagle towards the steps below, where a figure in a purple official robe swayed slightly in the candlelight.

An old man with white hair and a long beard stood with his head lowered, sweat beads gathered in the folds that had yet to be wiped clean, yet his spine remained straight—

It was Zhao Xian, the Prime Minister, a veteran of three reigns.

"Mr. Zhao."

"What do you think, how should we end this?"

Now, only the Lu Family alone could command the empire’s military forces.

In a word, if the Lu Family doesn’t rebel, that’s already quite good.

Emperor Qianxi’s fingers rubbed the dragon chair armrest’s dragon relief, the claw-shaped patterns hurt his palm.

"The pillar of Daqian?"

Emperor Qianxi suddenly chuckled softly, then what does that make him, the emperor of the Daqian Dynasty?

The Daqian Dynasty has only one pillar of heaven, and that is me!

Emperor Qianxi has long harbored murderous intent towards the Lu Family, this behemoth entrenched in the court has always been a thorn in his heart.

However, the existence of Lu Xuan, that pillar of the Lu Family, has forced this supreme ruler to endure until now.

As one of the only three Grandmasters in the Daqian Dynasty, Lu Xuan not only possesses unrivaled martial cultivation but also holds command over the empire’s military forces.

Everyone in the court and the populace knows, even Emperor Qianxi must show restraint before him.

Rumor has it that if Lu Xuan truly marched into the palace, even the Son of Heaven would remain silent—

Such power has already exceeded the bounds of a subject.

Zhao Xian stepped forward with a grave expression, speaking deeply: "Your Majesty, this matter is unusual."

"Mr. Lu is always bright and upright, but this time his actions differ greatly from usual."

His brow furrowed deeply, continuing the analysis: "When Lu Haowu was imprisoned earlier, Mr. Lu was clearly impartial, showing no favoritism."

"From my understanding of him, this reckless act of storming the Heavenly Prison is not his style."

At this point, a trace of doubt flashed in Zhao Xian’s eyes: "When I first heard of this, I assumed it was some fool spreading dangerous lies. But now..."

Now, Zhao Xian believed it.

Because not only did Lu Jinyun appear with the Commander’s Seal, but even the reclusive butler, Li Ming from the Lu residence, came out personally.

Apparently, this was at the behest of that old man Lu Xuan.

Thinking about it, Zhao Xian’s expression suddenly changed, he lowered his voice: "Could it be... that old man has seen through our plans?"

Zhao Xian unconsciously furrowed his brows.

It was he who meticulously plotted to have his daughter Zhao Ningxue frame Lu Haowu.

Aiming to start with the younger generation of the Lu Family, gradually dismantling this behemoth.

Now it seems, this move might have been seen through by that old man Lu Xuan.

The events of the past are still vivid in front of him.

The death of Lu Haowu’s father, Lu Jintian, was a trap deliberately set by Emperor Qianxi and Zhao Xian.

Now looking at this offspring left by Lu Jintian, revealing a martial talent increasingly similar to his father.

Just like he was back then.

Considering this dreadful consequence, Emperor Qianxi’s hands hidden in his sleeves subconsciously clenched.

"The Lu Family’s bloodline must not be allowed to continue growing..."

A hint of severity flashed in the emperor’s eyes.

He knew better than anyone, a single Lu Xuan has made the royal family feel like they were sitting on pins and needles.

If another Lu Grandmaster were to arise, the Daqian realm might have to change its surname.

Zhao Xian’s eyes suddenly burst with sharp light, he stepped forward quickly, and stopped abruptly three feet from the imperial desk, lowering his voice.

"Your Majesty, this is a heaven-sent opportunity!"

His fingers hidden in his embroidered sleeve trembled involuntarily, yet he restrained his inner joy.

"Lu Jinyun has dared to mobilize troops to forcibly storm the Heavenly Prison, according to the Daqian Law this is a crime punishable by extermination of the entire clan."

"If that old man dares to cover such deeds..."

Zhao Xian glanced around suddenly, ensuring everyone in the hall were his own people, then disregarding etiquette, he leaned towards the imperial desk, his voice so low it was barely audible.

"I believe this is the perfect time for us to cut off the wings of the Lu Family."

His skinny fingers lightly traced the desk, "Either force Lu Xuan to personally hand over his rebellious son and confidant, making him cut off his own limbs."

"Or..." Zhao Xian suddenly clenched his fingers into a fist, making a strangling gesture.

"We can take advantage of this mighty opportunity to strip him of military power, completely legitimate!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhao Xian suddenly realized his lapse.

He quickly retreated three steps, straightening his somewhat disheveled court robe, and returned to a respectful posture, saying: "But this matter still requires careful consideration."

"I believe, in the strategy of seizing power, we should first use thunderous force to intimidate before planning slowly."