Return of the Pearl

An Yi's lips curled up slightly, revealing an elusive smile that seemed to hold endless depth. Holding onto that smile, he slowly spoke, "You are blood relatives after all. Have you forgotten the saying that nine generations of your clan will be implicated? Your father once rebelled, and you were lucky enough not to be implicated. That's because the Emperor is so magnanimous and merciful."

But now you're plotting a rebellion again. Do you think your mother and your brothers can escape? If you can atone for your sins, perhaps they still have a glimmer of hope." His voice was low and magnetic, and every word seemed to carry a thousand-pound weight, hammering heavily on Yongbi's heart.

Yongbi's face instantly turned as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. A fierce struggle began in his heart. After a long hesitation, he finally chose to surrender helplessly.

His originally bright eyes became dim, as if they had lost all hope and light, leaving only endless despair and sorrow.

His voice also became low and hoarse, like an old bellows, and he said with difficulty: "I confess... I will tell you everything I know, please don't implicate my family..."

Yongbi's confession matched Chimei's confession exactly. An Yi held the confession tightly in his hand and slowly left the gloomy dungeon. His footsteps echoed in the silent dungeon. The footsteps echoed in the dark space for a long time, as if it was an elegy for Yongbi's fate.

When the secret guards received the crucial personnel and list, a determined light suddenly shone in their eyes, like the bright stars in the night sky, shining brightly. That light was full of desire and confidence for victory, as if they had seen the dawn of victory looming ahead through that light.

Then, like a pack of incredibly swift cheetahs, they silently and stealthily sprinted towards the Tongtian Sect's main altar. Their figures were as elusive as ghosts, their footsteps light and swift, making no sound. Under the cover of darkness, they quickly approached the mysterious and sinister altar, like assassins in the darkness, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

In that extremely fierce battle, the secret guards and the followers of Tongtian Sect engaged in a thrilling and desperate fight. Each of them was agile like a nimble cheetah, and their movements were as quick as lightning. Every swing of their sword carried a deadly force of thunder, and every move seemed to kill the enemy.

Amidst the flashing of swords and the bloody storm, the secret guards fought bravely and never retreated. Finally, after an arduous battle, they successfully captured the leader of Tongtian Sect. Like a falcon catching its prey, they completely wiped out this evil organization. No one could escape this tight net. At that moment, cheers of victory echoed on the battlefield, and the heroic figures of the secret guards became an eternal legend.

After a long and difficult interrogation in that tense and depressing atmosphere, they finally found out the person who secretly informed Tongtian Sect last time. Unexpectedly, this person was not Yongbi, but a powerful minister.

After hearing the news, An Yi felt as if he had been hit hard in the heart, filled with shock and anger. There was a look of disbelief in his eyes, and the rage in his heart was burning. He immediately whipped up his horse and reported the matter to Qianlong at lightning speed. His figure galloped in the wind, as if he wanted to convey this shock and anger to everyone.

In the majestic Hall of Mental Cultivation, Emperor Qianlong sat upright on the dragon throne, his dignified figure exuding inviolable majesty. An Yi stood respectfully below and reported the news he had received one by one.

As An Yi reported, Qianlong's face became more and more gloomy, as if the sky was covered with dark clouds and a torrential rain was about to fall. The anger in his heart was like a burning flame, burning more and more fiercely, almost devouring his sanity.

Suddenly, a fierce murderous intent flashed in Qianlong's eyes. He slammed the table hard, and the huge noise exploded in the hall like thunder. He roared angrily: "You bold traitor, how dare you betray me!" His voice roared like thunder, echoing in the empty hall for a long time, as if to shake the entire palace.

Qianlong was wearing a gorgeous dragon robe and sitting upright on the dragon throne, which symbolized supreme power. He was awe-inspiring without even getting angry. His deep and cold eyes were like cold stars, staring intently at the leader of the Tongtian Sect who was being escorted here by the guards, as if he could see through all the conspiracies and tricks.

The leader of Tongtian Sect had his hair loose and his face was haggard, but he still revealed an unruly and arrogant air. When he was brought to the center of the hall, he raised his head slightly and met Qianlong's sharp gaze like a knife. However, he did not show the slightest fear. Instead, a light of almost madness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

After a moment's silence, Qianlong finally spoke slowly. His voice was deep and magnetic, yet it carried a chilling majesty: "You, a rebellious traitor who knows no bounds, how dare you attempt to overthrow the Qing Dynasty and commit such a heinous act of rebellion? Today, I want to hear carefully what high-sounding reasons you have!"

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Tongtian Sect suddenly straightened his body, staring directly at Emperor Qianlong without flinching, and shouted arrogantly: "I am a descendant of the Ming Dynasty. It is only natural to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty! Everything I do is to restore the former glory and honor of our Ming Dynasty!"

After hearing this, Qianlong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile. Then, he waved his hand, and the eunuch beside him immediately stepped forward respectfully and presented a thick file.

Qianlong took the file and threw it heavily at the feet of the Tongtian Sect leader, while sternly scolding him, "Hmph! Stop your nonsense! Do you think I don't know? You are not a descendant of the Ming Dynasty at all. You are stirring up trouble and stirring up trouble just to control those ignorant people and satisfy your own hidden ambitions!"

The leader of Tongtian Sect looked at the evidence scattered on the ground, his face turned pale as paper in an instant, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes involuntarily, but this emotion was only fleeting, and he quickly suppressed it and once again used a pretended calm attitude to cover up his inner uneasiness.

Immediately, Qianlong issued an order: "Take this traitor, that minister, Zhang Yingying, and the demon, and bring them to the execution ground and sentence them to death! As for Yongbi, give him a cup of poisoned wine, and spare his family."

The Tongtian Sect incident was resolved satisfactorily, and all the ministers involved in the court were dealt with one by one. From then on, there were no more hidden dangers in the court, and everything returned to peace.