The entire council hall,

except for the girl’s “giggle” filled with joy and pride,

everyone else,

fell silent.

The Sword Saint’s eyebrows, hidden beneath his bamboo hat, twitched slightly.

In truth, the Sword Saint wasn't very interested in these conspiracies and schemes. He would observe them, ask questions if he didn't understand, but mostly, he sought enlightenment with a detached mindset.

The higher the Sword Saint climbed, the smaller his heart became, so small that it could only contain a sword, his family in their small courtyard, a flock of chickens, and a duck.

But at this moment,

the Sword Saint’s expression beneath his bamboo hat changed.

This scene was truly sudden and unbelievable. The way of the sword valued a thunderclap from flat ground, and it truly resonated with the changing circumstances.

Gou Moli was about to leave with his lord when he suddenly stopped.

He reacted quickly, his lower body still facing forward, his upper body twisting around, disregarding all etiquette and staring directly at Situ Yu’s pregnant woman.

The once-renowned Savage King couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment, as if he were in another world.

This shouldn’t be,

his Wenren Mi’er hadn’t been sent out yet, had she?

Damn it,

how did one come out first here,

and already pregnant?

Perhaps his mind was a bit muddled, or perhaps the change was too sudden, coupled with the Savage King being more focused on using his brain and only having mediocre martial skills, he couldn't maintain this posture for long.

"Thump!"

Gou Moli fell directly to the ground,

It hurt,

but he still wore a smile on his face.

Gou Moli had seen many aspects of life; tonight, he had truly witnessed a masterpiece!

Xu Wenzu, who had already reached the entrance of the council hall, stopped in his tracks, his breath catching. His original three chins became a half-sized oval as his breath tightened.

The mountain of flesh that should have been sagging on his stomach rose to his chest due to the inhalation.

Unfortunately, this "mountain of flesh" was too heavy, and soon "fell" again. For a moment, the waves of flesh rolled on his belly, like surging waves.

And Xu Wenzu’s subsequent reaction,

was not to look at the pregnant girl, nor at Situ Yu,

but to subconsciously turn his head to look at Marquis Zheng, who should have been walking out of the council hall with him.

Xu Wenzu's eyes held

a kind of numbness,

because he had been shocked several times tonight.

The meaning in his eyes was simple:

Your arrangement, Zheng old brother,

is actually so meticulous!!!

Xu Wenzu now had a feeling that he originally intended to negotiate with his neighbor about his encroaching wall, and then his good friend Zheng Fan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, I'll help you negotiate and back you up." Only to find out after arriving that Zheng Fan was actually planning to exterminate the neighbor’s entire family!

But who could know what Marquis Zheng was feeling in his heart right now?

All his plans were only two: one was to have Hero Chen stab a hole in Ran Min, and the other was the advance response of the Flying Fish Guard;

It was one thing for Ran Min to add his own drama,

but what the hell was the Prince Consort's Residence doing!!!

He only wanted to slap the Prince Consort's Residence once, and then slap Gong Wang through the air, and then slap the person in Yanjing behind the Prince Consort's Residence through the air again!

But after slapping the Prince Consort's Residence,

a whole pile of murder weapons came tumbling down,

as if they were rushing to beg him to kill them, kill them, kill them!

This wasn't just pulling out a radish and bringing out mud; this was pulling out a cesspool!

And as for the present,

the real first party involved,

Prince Consort Situ Yu,

his expression

seemed to be frozen there.

Earlier, sitting there, he had endured too much grievance, too much depression, and too much anger. After being lifted up by the good news of his wife's pregnancy,

this knowledgeable and reasonable woman,

this gentle and refined woman,

this woman who was only a year older than him but was very mature, insightful, knew how to advance and retreat, and was even better at sorting out his emotions and bringing him peace,

却用一种突如其来的方式，

却用一种突如其来的方式，

却用一种突如其来的方式，

gave him a thunderbolt out of the blue!

Yes,

she was still smiling,

she was still joyful,

she was still genuinely happy that her Wenren family had descendants,

but Situ Yu knew,

she,

wasn't that stupid!

To put it mildly,

even if she was really just a little woman overwhelmed by joy,

when everyone in the entire council hall had quieted down,

she should have clearly noticed that the atmosphere was not right, she shouldn't have continued to smile;

but she was still smiling,

smiling happily,

this smile,

made Situ Yu feel cold, made Situ Yu feel fear. He seemed to see a venomous snake, after biting him hard, raising its body and spitting its tongue at him with a sinister smile.

Tonight,

Situ Yu actually didn't do anything,

really,

he didn't do anything;

He just sat there,

and then,

felt the malice emanating from inside the Prince Consort’s Residence, one by one, one after another, on all sides!

At this moment,

when Situ Yu was stifled with shock in his heart to the point of almost not being able to breathe,

he almost instinctively looked towards the beaded curtain beside him,

behind that, sat his mother.

When he was ten years old,

he witnessed his father's death, witnessed the collapse of the country, and witnessed all the important officials of the court resolving to submit to the Yan Kingdom for protection.

He was also sitting there,

sitting on the dragon throne that his father had once sat on.

At that time,

he was actually very helpless and uneasy, but in his heart, he had already felt an emotion,

why?

Later,

Situ Yu gradually understood that in fact, it wasn't that the civil and military officials of the court at the time had much affection for the Yan people. The reason why Yingdu made this choice was because the other side was a barbarian, and because the other side had rebels.

Because towards Wangjiang East Bank, you could no longer surrender. After his father's death, if everyone didn't rely on the Yan people, they could only wait to be slaughtered after the city was broken.

Situ Yu couldn't forget,

when he was ten years old, sitting there,

he really hoped that a minister could stand up and say that we would defend it ourselves, we would continue to protect Yingdu, protect the Da Cheng Kingdom, because this was the foundation created by his ancestors and the country created by his father himself.

But no one did.

He once looked down on his mother,

because in those years, his mother hugged him, who was only ten years old, and said: "Son, from now on, our mother and son can just live a peaceful life."

He felt that his mother had no political vision. Although Situ Yu himself had only recently deeply realized what was called politics and what was called power, he still felt that his mother was too much of a woman.

But,

right now,

he suddenly understood,

that in a situation where the ending was already doomed,

living a good life, preferably with a touch of dignity, was actually the truly wise choice.

Situ Yu closed his eyes,

he, who was still young,

now,

felt so tired.

Many people had told him the story of his father's rise, from an unimportant concubine's son who finally squeezed out his two older brothers and sat on the dragon throne.

Even Sun Taifu had hinted to him that his grandfather's death had his father's shadow in it.

Right,

Sun Taifu,

the old man who took his hand and walked a long way after his father's death,

he probably,

had already seen through it, and was already tired, so he retired early.

He,

wasn’t his father after all,

he was far

too far behind his father.

Two lines of hot tears overflowed from Situ Yu's eyes.

This young prince

already had a premonition,

even if the council hall was still quiet at the moment;

but he knew,

something had broken;

that was a line,

a line that the Yan people had drawn for him, for this Prince Consort's Residence.

Back then, the Great Yan Crown Prince, Eastern Expedition Army Grand Marshal, Ji Wujiang, helped his father lift his coffin. It was his father who asked that Yan Emperor, the Yan people, for a favor to draw that line.

As long as he stood inside the line, he was safe, and he was still noble.

Even if the Yan people regretted it now, even if the Yan people wanted to settle accounts later,

even if that Marquis of Peaceful West flared up in Stone Mountain,

even if this new Prefect was clearly taking the opportunity to trample on the Prince Consort's Residence’s dignity,

they still wouldn't dare to cross that line.

Situ Yu didn't think he was innocent, or rather, didn't think his Prince Consort's Residence was innocent.

Otherwise,

how could Qian Shuxun's body have been fished out of the well in his Prince Consort's Residence?

He had told Zhao Wenhua that he wasn't completely unaware of what they were doing.

In other words, he might not know exactly what Zhao Wenhua and the others were doing, but he definitely knew that they were doing something they shouldn't be doing.

The banquet poisoning case,

the assassination of the Fifth Prince,

Qian Shuxun's death,

and everything else,

Situ Yu didn't know about it beforehand, but afterwards, he could deduce it from the movements of some people in the residence during that time.

He was afraid that they dared to do such a thing?

But he was also excited,

because he knew what they were doing these things for, and who the ultimate beneficiary was!

Even a ten-year-old child,

after sitting on that dragon throne,

still couldn't let go of the deep longing for that feeling of supremacy.

Most importantly...

Situ Yu lowered his head,

opened his eyes,

looked at the woman in front of him who was still talking, still laughing, still sharing her happiness, and seemed completely unaware of how the situation had changed,

he,

wasn't innocent either,

wasn't simple either,

hadn't done nothing either,

had he?

Even,

even if the Yan people discovered the things they had done, the Yan people might hold their noses and acknowledge it in order to save face, in order to maintain decorum, in order to polish a facade.

Just like before,

the Yan people’s Marquis and the Yan people’s Prefect, the Yan officials in Yingdu, they all chose to cover it up and not pursue it further, to seek peace and quiet.

It was what he did,

what had already been done,

that would truly...destroy this Prince Consort's Residence!

"Hehe..."

Situ Yu laughed,

even though his tears were still flowing.

It was too cruel for a teenager to experience this kind of thing, but at this moment, he had comprehended a touch of indifference in a short period of time.

His gaze fell on her stomach,

there,

was his child.

The girl was still talking, still chirping and sharing her happiness, imagining the future,

as if she was not a blank sheet of paper, but thick white paint that had been applied layer upon layer.

But when she saw the tears in the corners of Situ Yu's eyes,

but when she saw the smile that Situ Yu was showing at this moment,

but when she saw Situ Yu's gaze finally falling slowly on her lower abdomen again,

the girl's eyes

also turned red.

But she was still talking, still not stopping, only the nasal sounds began to get heavier and heavier, and the smile also began to gradually distort.

He was crying, and she was crying too;

He was smiling, and she was smiling too.

He didn't ask why,

because at this time, knowing the reason or not was no longer meaningful.

She also pretended that nothing had happened, as if there were only the two of them in this council hall.

This was a very peculiar atmosphere,

unfortunately,

it was very short-lived.

Because,

after a moment of surprise,

within the black banner, a black figure raised its head, emitting fire. This was a dragon with anger and repression,

Great Yan,

was angry.

And the anger of Great Yan,

presented in this council hall,

was the military merit Marquis of Great Yan, the Prefect of Great Yan, and all the officials of Great Yan here.

This land under their feet,

in order to conquer it,

how many sons of Yan died on the battlefield.

Marquis Zheng and Prefect Xu Wenzu were both people who had personally experienced battlefields. Even among the Yan officials present, almost all of them had participated in battles or had weathered the storms in the logistics.

For Xu Wenzu, after the Marquis of Zhenbei completely gave up his desire for the dragon throne, his ambition had become to support Great Yan.

For Zheng Fan, this land of Jin was fought down by him and Lao Tian together, they had fought against the barbarians, fought against the Chu people, and fought it down together.

Whether he, Zheng Fan, would rebel in the future was a matter between him and the next emperor, a matter between Xiao Liuzi and the Crown Prince or whoever else;

How could it be,

that a Jin person would try to covet something here!

Xu Wenzu’s eyes were filled with deep gloom. He turned around, and his body was already huge, but at this time, it was even more gloomy and terrifying.

And Marquis Zheng,

already possessed the aura of countless battles and the aura of tens of thousands of sons gathered together under his command,

when he turned around,

facing the people of the Prince Consort’s Residence inside,

it was as if

a pungent bloody smell began to permeate the air.

The Wenren family’s child,

the Wenren family's bloodline,

hehe.

Back then, it was the situation of the three families dividing Jin.

Although the strategy of the Yan Kingdom was to open up Jin by borrowing a path from Qian, although the Southern and Northern Marquises and the Yan Emperor had long foreseen the reaction of the Jin land and had used it and laid out plans accordingly;

but,

in the real process,

when Great Yan went to war with Qian,

the Helian family and the Wenren family organized a joint army and invaded the Yan Kingdom first. These two families had truly invaded the Yan Kingdom!

The Matishan line paid a huge price in order to block the joint army of the two families.

Therefore, after the Jingnan Marquis and the Zhenbei Marquis entered Jin from the South Gate Pass and shattered the joint army of the two families from the rear, the Yan people adopted a policy of extermination against the Helian family and the Wenren family!

This was the venting of the Yan people’s anger, the punishment for you ants daring to take the initiative to provoke Great Yan!

Even now,

the secret service of Great Yan is still particularly sensitive to the so-called remnants of the Helian family and the Wenren family. Those Jin rebels who dared to put up the banner of some Helian family young master or Wenren family princess were often the first to be wiped out.

In terms of revenge, the Yan people could be said to have achieved the ultimate in eye-for-an-eye and killing to the extreme!

So,

what do you mean, Prince Consort's Residence, by taking in a woman from the Wenren family?

"Ahhhhh!!!!!"

Zhao Wenhua let out an angry roar, but his body was bound by specially made shackles. Even if he wanted to attack at this time, he was suppressed.

Behind him, four soldiers worked together to continue pressing him to the ground.

Xue San had once created some things specifically for locking up experts. For example, Xu Chuang was enjoying this kind of treatment now. There was no reason why the Yan people wouldn't have it here.

Zhao Wenhua was still wailing. He had realized something. It was a humiliation of being deceived, used, and even inexplicably discarded like a piece of toilet paper!

But everything

was too late,

At this time, there were no guards in this Prince Consort's Residence, plus there were a group of city patrol soldiers and the Marquis of Peaceful West’s own elite guards here. Even if the hidden forces of the Prince Consort's Residence were mobilized at this time, it would be impossible to shake this place.

At this juncture,

in this scene,

this girl's words,

undoubtedly grabbed the seven inches of the Prince Consort's Residence, no, it shattered it! (seven inches is a metaphor for weak point)

What cruel methods, what a vicious heart!

Zheng Fan turned around and walked back. He slightly adjusted the direction of the chair he had been sitting on, aimed it at Situ Yu's position, and then sat down.

This time, the Marquis of Peaceful West was not watching a show or in a wandering state like before.

Xu Wenzu, on the other hand, suppressed some emotions and walked forward,

even

squeezing out a smile,

even if this smile was terrifyingly eerie behind it.

"Madam, you just said, besides the Situ family's bloodline, whose bloodline is there in your belly?"

The girl turned her head to look at Xu Wenzu,

She reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, sniffed,

and said with a smile:

"Sir, wasn't I clear enough just now? There is also my Wenren family's bloodline. My surname is Wenren, and my name is Wenren Minjun. Look..."

The girl rolled up her sleeves,

on her arm,

there was a mark similar to a camellia.

This was the Wenren family's crest. The family must be a core family member in childhood before the crest would be planted.

Although it didn't have the special attraction to monsters like the Chu Kingdom's Xiong family's crest, to be precise, it had no other effect, but it symbolized elegance.

When Yao Zijian traveled to Jin in those years, he was entertained by the Wenren family and wrote a poem about the camellia mark, praising the Wenren family's rich culture and the ancient Xia style.

The girl smiled and said:

"The Prince also told me that our future children will inherit the blood of the Situ family and the Wenren family, and will surely become the master of Jin."

Xu Wenzu didn't speak.

"Hehehe..."

Situ Yu suddenly laughed,

then,

he looked at the Marquis of Peaceful West sitting there, facing him,

and miraculously said:

"Marquis, did you hear that? My Situ family has descendants. This prince has descendants."

Marquis Zheng nodded,

and said:

"Prince, we should talk about the matter of having no descendants now."