A sharp voice rang out.
On the streets, all the commoners were stunned at first, but then they reacted. Their expressions changed, and they did not dare to hesitate for even a second. They hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to the ground, shouting loudly,
"Long live my emperor, long live, long live.”
Tens of thousands of commoners shouted their slogans together. Their voices were like a great bell that instantly rushed into the clouds. They could probably hear it from more than ten miles away. An emperor had descended on this street.
No one allowed these commoners to get up.
At the same time as the slogan was shouted, a long convoy of hundreds of people slowly drove over.
The curtains on the wheels were all golden and embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon. It meant that the person sitting on the wheels was the current emperor, the most respected person in the world.
The convoy stopped at the entrance of the street.
A man in Fire Cloud Battle Armor walked up to the commoners and drew his sword. His eyes seemed to be about to explode as he swept a cold glance at everyone. Then, a loud voice sounded,
"Everyone, retreat to the sides. Do not crowd or make any noise. Those who disobey will be killed!”
The man's voice fell.
Just like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, the ordinary people did not dare to disobey the orders of the leader of the Imperial Guards. They quickly stood up silently and did not dare to say a word. In less than half a minute, they opened up a wide path for a carriage to pass through.
One had to know that before this convoy arrived, this place was surrounded and filled with people.
From this, it could be seen just how majestic the imperial power was in the hearts of the ancients.
After all the commoners had retreated to the sides, the leader of the Imperial Guards waved his hand behind him. Immediately, two squads of Imperial Guards ran over and guarded the two sides of the street, blocking all the commoners behind them.
After all this was done.
Then, a eunuch led the carriage toward the place where Qin Hui's body was placed.
Walking up to Qin Hui's corpse, the eunuch who was holding the cart immediately changed his expression. Qin Hui's corpse was even uglier and more disgusting than he had imagined, especially the strange fragrance that had begun to emit, which made the eunuch feel a little nauseous.
"We're here?" Zhao Ji's voice could be heard from inside the car.
There was a hidden anger in his voice.
"Replying to the emperor, we're here…but, emperor, do you want it?……”The eunuch felt that it was better for Zhao Ji not to come down. This scene was not something that everyone could accept.
Before the eunuch could finish.
When Zhao Ji heard the word " we're here," he immediately got up and lifted the curtain of the car. He looked not far away.
Immediately, he saw Qin Hui, who had been blown into a dried corpse and was covered in golden grease.
"This, this, this…"
"Minister Qin was actually harmed by that murderer to such a state.”
Standing on the roller coaster and seeing Qin Hui's corpse, Zhao Ji's expression changed drastically. His body shook, and then, a sorrowful expression appeared on his face. He looked at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle and lamented,
"Zhen's loss of my beloved minister is like losing half of the country.”
This was just Zhao Ji's nonsense.
However, it didn't sound good in the ears of the people.
What kind of person was Qin Hui? Which common people didn't know? But now, Qin Hui was dead, and Zhao Ji was still comparing this treacherous official to half of the country.
So, half of Great Song's territory was so worthless?
It turned out that half of their Great Song was only equivalent to a traitor, Qin Hui.
At this moment, at least the people who were standing here and watching had never been disappointed in the Emperor of the Great Song.
Some of them even thought that it would be great if they could change the emperor.
Drunken Immortal Restaurant.
Wu Xuan sat by the window of the private room on the second floor. With his sharp hearing and sight, he heard Song Weizong and Zhao Ji's sorrowful lament and could not help but sneer in his heart.
With the mentality of giving it a try, Wu Xuan threw a Trial's Eye at Song Weizong.
Although they were hundreds of meters away, the Trial's Eye still managed to pull the information of Song Wei Sect's trial to Wu Xuan's eyes.
The blue information box was already inlaid with gold, which seemed to represent Zhao Ji's noble status.
The information in the message box was extremely simple:
Zhao Ji, male, 32 years old, Emperor of Song.
[Judgement confirmation: You are qualified to be judged.]
This was Zhao Ji's information. He didn't announce his crimes, nor did he have much special information. However, the words 'qualified to be judged' were more dazzling than any other words, and they were deeply engraved in Wu Xuan's heart.
"It can actually be judged." Wu Xuan took a deep breath.
At this moment, the system's voice rang out as the blue information box faded.
"Forcibly issue the trial of Song Weizong and Zhao Ji.”
" Judgment content: The crime has been announced on behalf of the court, and the crimes have been made public. After that, they will be obliterated and beheaded. They will be publicly displayed and announced to the world.”
[Reward: Unknown]
His eyes shone with unprecedented brilliance.
Wu Xuan's head spun as he stared at Song Weizong, who was standing in the crowd.
Never before.
This was the first time that the system had issued a mission without even telling him his crimes or the rewards. It seemed that the system wanted to judge what kind of rewards Wu Xuan should receive based on his actions.
However, Wu Xuan knew that the rewards he would receive from such a mission would be extremely beneficial to him.
His heart was boiling at this moment.
Wu Xuan didn't have much of a sense of belonging to the Song Dynasty. Therefore, as long as the system gave him a mission and the rewards were sufficient, he wouldn't hesitate to change the surname of the entire Song Dynasty, let alone the emperor.
However, just as this thought appeared in Wu Xuan's mind...
Crisis.
A sense of danger rose from the bottom of Wu Xuan's heart.
The power of the crisis made Wu Xuan's hair stand on end, and goosebumps instantly covered his entire body. It was a great terror that Wu Xuan might not even be able to withstand a single move.
"There's an expert protecting Zhao Ji in the dark. His cultivation is probably at least at the Intermediate Stage of the Ascended Realm, and it's possible that he's at the Advanced Stage.”Wu Xuan quickly restrained the heat in his heart.
With his current strength, if that hidden expert revealed his killing intent, he would be instantly killed by that expert's palm.
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