The Demon Lords

Originally, the opportunity to ascend the emperor’s gate at dusk was right in front of them, but their rightful qualification was taken by someone else;

Do you think,

this is fair to them?

Even if you, Master Mao, retire now, with your qualifications and title, you don’t have to worry about your descendants being replaced when participating in imperial examinations in the future.

If I, as a lord, say a few words, the replaced quotas will be returned, and they will have to apologize to me.

But in this world, there are still many commoners; the emperor’s opening of the imperial examinations was originally to give the ambitious and learned among the commoners of our Yan a chance to serve the court, a chance for them to leap over the dragon gate like a carp.

The Qian people like to hear stories of the Top Scholar,

An illusion of ten years of hard study, often dreaming of Donghua Gate.

The love-hate stories about the Top Scholar are numerous among the people of Qian State, no, even among the people of Yan, they are endless; tea houses and taverns are never short of their stories, even though our Yan State did not have imperial examinations in the past.

Master Mao,

what do you say,

if the Top Scholar does not emerge from the commoners, but is predetermined by these people, would the commoners still enjoy hearing the Top Scholar’s story?"

"Does Lord Pingye intend to tell me that you killed people today merely out of sympathy for those whose positions were replaced, and nothing more?"

Mao Mingcai asked with a cold sneer.

Zheng Fan shook his head,

and said:

"No, I don’t even know them, and I have a title, my children can inherit my title in the future.

I can still continue to earn merits, perhaps even secure a hereditary title that will never be revoked, so that if I have a second or third child, they will also benefit from it.

Right now,

I just want to be pretentious for a moment,

otherwise, all the blood of the Academics Affairs Office officials spilled on the ground around us here would be in vain."

Mao Mingcai found himself unable to comprehend the person in front of him; even if you knew what his goals were, his way of behaving still left you unable to understand him.

Finally,

Mao Mingcai could only say:

"Haven’t you made enough of a fuss, Lord Pingye?"

If you’ve caused enough trouble, then it’s time to clean up, and the aftermath has to be taken care of too.

Zheng Fan raised his head,

uttered a sigh of regret,

and said:

"No."

With that,

the Pixiu galloped beneath him, directly charging out of the Academic Affairs Office gate.

And his numerous personal guards immediately sheathed their knives and closely followed their lord.

Leaving only Mao Mingcai,

amidst the cluttered pile of corpses here.

What,

does this mean?

At this time, Ran Min led people into the Academic Affairs Office, came to Mao Mingcai’s side, cupped his hands and said:

"Sir, Lord Pingye has gone to East Street."

"East Street?"

Suddenly,

Mao Mingcai’s body trembled,

and he cried out in alarm:

"He’s going to the East Gate; he’s going to the camp outside the city. How dare he, how can he dare!"

Mao Mingcai reached out and grabbed Ran Min, who stood beside him,

"Go..."

Then,

Mao Mingcai pushed Ran Min away,

his body slightly shaking,

"It’s too late, we can’t stop him, we can’t stop him."

"Sir, without your Prefect Order and without the Lord Jingnan’s military order, Lord Pingye can’t move the troops from the camp outside the city, right?"

Mao Mingcai lifted his head,

looked at Ran Min,

and said word by word:

"Last time, he didn’t have a Tiger Talisman either."

...

Today, Ying Capital City is destined not to be peaceful.

Many households, including each family of Prince Cheng’s Mansion, are feeling uneasy.

Everyone has grown accustomed to a certain set of rules; even when the Yan people came and became the true masters here, the Yan people were willing to play this game with them.

So, everyone cooperated.

But today,

a non-cooperative person arrived.

Because he had sat on the threshold long enough,

because Mr. Chen didn’t deliver a fatal blow from the rooftop,

thus,

the tragic scene at the Academic Affairs Office was rapidly reported to the various forces in Ying Capital City.

For a moment, many people were dumbfounded.

It must be noted that the last time the Yan people slaughtered the Ying Capital City’s officials like this, it was when Lord Jingnan was around, beheading officials who failed to carry out orders from the rear army.

But that was during wartime, whereas now it is not.

Moreover, today’s person is not Lord Jingnan.

Situ Yu didn’t return home, but sat inside the carriage, and upon hearing reports from his subordinates, his youthful face showed signs of fear.

He initially wanted to borrow the blade of this popular Lord,

but who would have thought,

the blade would be so relentlessly murderous.

Situ Yu instinctively looked at the old eunuch beside him,

and asked:

"How should he bring this to an end?"

The old eunuch’s gaze flickered, and after a while,

he said:

"Make a big scene."

...

Outside the Ying Capital City, there were four large camps.

The Donghua Gate camp was stationed with a part of the Jingnan Army, while another Yan Army was at the West Gate camp.

The north and south camps were stationed with Jin Army.

After the Yan people occupied the land of the Three Jin, they recruited a large number of surrendered Jin soldiers to meet defense and war needs. However, during wartime, the Jin army was used as the flank and auxiliary force.

At this moment,

Lord Zheng rode a Pixiu, charging directly towards the East Camp outside Ying Capital City.

According to reason,

anyone entering a military camp without reporting should be shot for trespassing.

However,

when the soldiers on the watchtower and below saw that the one charging was a golden-armored man riding a Pixiu, no one dared to carry out the order.

Now in Yan, there were only four people who could use a pureblood Pixiu as a mount!

Moreover, the news of Lord Pingye entering the city last night had already spread within the camp,

and Lord Pingye was an idol in the Yan Army,

besides,

several lieutenants and commanders in this camp were planning to invite Lord Zheng for a meal in the afternoon, or to the best restaurant in Ying Capital City, and of course, if they could invite Lord Zheng to inspect the camp, that would be even better.

"It’s Lord Pingye."

"Lord Pingye."

Zheng Fan did not wait outside the camp for a report, but directly entered the camp after the sentries at the gate made way.

Instantly causing a great commotion,

many off-duty soldiers came over directly from their tents or nearby.

At this time,

the Commander of the East Camp, who had just received the news, was rushing over. However, before the officers could arrive,

Lord Zheng raised his hand,

and shouted:

"By the order of Prince Jingnan, I enter Ying Capital to investigate traitors. Currently, there are traitors inside Ying Capital intending to rebel. I hereby order you to immediately arm yourselves and mount your horses, follow me into the city to suppress the traitors!

Follow the order instantly, those who disobey, be executed!"

At once,

all the Jingnan soldiers around knelt on one knee,

shouting in unison:

"Yes!"

Only one person did not kneel but looked somewhat puzzled at Lord Zheng sitting on the Pixiu; that was the Commander of the East Camp.

However,

when Zheng Fan’s gaze focused on him,

he finally knelt down,

and said loudly:

"This subordinate takes the order!"

Immediately,

the East Camp first sent out three groups of messengers to convey orders to the other three camps outside Ying Capital.

"By Prince Jingnan’s order, the West Gate camp is to be closed, no one is to go out!"

"By Prince Jingnan’s order, the North Gate camp is to be closed immediately, no one is to go out!"

"By Prince Jingnan’s order, the South Gate camp is to be closed immediately, no one is to go out!"

Then,

thousands of Black Armor cavalry, led by Zheng Fan, rushed to the East Gate of Ying Capital.

At this time, the gates of Ying Capital City were wide open, even though the guards on the walls saw a troop approaching.

Because Gao Yi had led a group of personal guards, standing by the city gate ever since Lord Zheng left the city.

Therefore,

these thousands of Jingnan cavalry were able to enter the city unobstructed through the East Gate.

Riding into the city with the army once again, Lord Zheng sat on the Pixiu,

suddenly feeling a bit dazed,

this scene,

seemed all too familiar.

Back then,

Lord Jingnan led the Jingnan Army straight into Nanwang City,

that was the first time he met Lord Jingnan.

And today,

the one under him is a Pixiu, the armor is golden, and around him are the Jingnan Army.

A phrase suddenly popped into Lord Zheng’s mind:

Unknowingly,

I have already,

become like you.