[Main Mission: Kill Zhao Gao's henchmen and take control of the Great Qin Dynasty.]
Ying Tian's pupils shrank. A look of astonishment flashed across his eyes, and he couldn't react for a moment.
It had been three days since he had transmigrated to Great Qin, and he had thought that he would be miserable. He had never thought that the system would awaken at this time.
However…
This was useless!
What was the point of asking for food and fodder?
"Imperial Censor, the Ninth Young Master has already tacitly agreed. Why aren't you opening the granary to release the grain?”
Seeing that Ying Tian didn't say anything, Yan Le's mocking voice rang out.
Instantly.
Feng Jie, who was standing on the left-hand side, frowned slightly.
He was a censor, in charge of the national treasury, and was a person who rewarded and punished clearly.
Three months ago, Yan Le had requested for this at the Imperial Court.
The provisions he gave him back then were definitely enough to last him for more than a year.
Yan Le brought it up again at this time, his purpose was obvious, he wanted to protect his own pocket.
Feng Jie opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed his words halfway through. He then turned around and looked at Ying Tian, who was sitting on the throne.
He wanted to see how capable this newly appointed Ninth Young Master was.
If he really had the ability, he wouldn't mind supporting him, but if he was an idiot...
He would probably have to make other plans.
Apart from Feng Jie, the others were all calm and collected as they watched this scene.
"You're such a bully!" Those burning gazes made Ying Tian's heart grow even more ruthless.
What the f * ck!
In any case, Great Qin was destined to die, so it was better to go crazy.
He took two deep breaths.
"Sigh, this young master has the virtue of cherishing life. I've lived for so many years, but I've never killed anyone. Tell me, why do you have to be blind?”
Ying Tian sighed.
Soon after.
Under everyone's incredulous gazes, he stomped his left foot on the throne.
He leaped into the air, grabbed the sword by Wang Li's waist with his right hand, and stabbed it down Yan Le's throat.
Puchi!
Yan Le's pupils widened. He grabbed the sword with both hands and blood flowed out of his mouth. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.
Hot blood flowed down his neck, dyeing the ground of the Qilin Palace red.
The thick smell of blood entered their noses, making them feel as if they were on a battlefield.
Everyone was stunned, and their faces were filled with confusion.
Many civil officials couldn't help but tremble as if they were looking at a demon.
Even Wang Li, who had come here from Ying Tian, couldn't help but be dumbstruck.
The Ninth Young Master, Ying Tian, had no interest in the government since he was born. He spent all his time playing with words and ink, and no one looked up to him.
In fact…
From the beginning to the end, many people did not know of Ying Tian's existence.
There was nothing he could do. Ying Tian did not have much of a presence in Great Qin, and he had not participated in government affairs for so many years. Who would care about him?
Even those who formed cliques would subconsciously ignore his existence.
At the scene.
There was a deathly silence. No one spoke. Compared to before, the atmosphere had completely changed.
No one dared to look down on Ying Tian, or this newly ascended Qin II.
"I've said it before, I'm the most merciful and have the virtue of cherishing life. I'm not willing to kill, so why do you keep forcing me?”
"Could it be that…he was born to be a slut?"
Ying Tian raised his sword-like eyebrows and pulled the sword out of Yan Le's mouth. He then lifted up his long robe and wiped it clean, then smilingly returned it to Wang Li, who was standing beside him.
Only then did he turn around and sit down on the throne again.
Just now, he was like a kitten that everyone could pick up.
However, in just a few breaths of time, it had become a ferocious tiger that was ready to devour people.
"You…what do you want to do? You killed an important official of the court in public. Even if you are the Ninth Young Master, this is too much!”
Zhao Gao's foster son, Zhao Wu, raised his right hand and pointed at Ying Tian with a trembling finger.
However, Ying Tian only glanced at him once, and his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.
Coincidentally, he was sitting on Yan Le's corpse after he collapsed to the ground.
Ah!
" Ah!" Zhao Wu screamed, his face turning pale.
As soon as he said this, the official beside him could not help but frown slightly, secretly thinking that he was brainless.
Anyone with discerning eyes could see that the Ninth Young Master's purpose of taking the throne today was to establish his might.
Even Brother Zhao's son-in-law was killed. What's the use of a foster son like you?
As expected.
"Since he is not willing to accept this Young Master's orders, then you should just let him be. I believe that Yan Le will be a little lonely on the road alone.”
Ying Tian casually waved his hand and pouted at Wang Li.
Wang Li was slightly hesitant.
No matter what, it was in the imperial court, and in front of all the officials…
However, just as he was hesitating, Ying Tian rolled his eyes and took action himself.
Under the shocked gazes of all the officials, he killed Zhao Wu.
This time, Zhao Wu's head was directly cut off with a single sword strike.
He casually kicked her out of the royal court, causing an uproar.
Feng Jie's face trembled, and his mouth twitched. His face was filled with a strange expression.
He had some understanding of this Ninth Young Master before. He had never been on a battlefield and had never killed anyone in his life, so he did not think highly of him at first.
However, he never expected that this person would be so decisive.
This was a little different from the rumors.
Could it be…
The Ninth Young Master was the trump card left behind by His Majesty, and he had been hiding his strength from the beginning?
Immediately after, a hint of worry rose in his heart.
Yan Le and Zhao Wu were Zhao Gao's trusted aides. When Zhao Gao returned, would this matter be resolved?
As an imperial censor, he was not afraid of Zhao Gao, but over the years, Zhao Gao had been Qin Shihuang's favorite and had roped in a large number of people in the court.
If these people joined forces to force the abdication, things would not be so simple.
Moreover, now was a time of trouble, so it was not appropriate to make a big fuss.
"Everyone, shouldn't we change the slogan?”Ying Tian said casually.
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