The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

At this moment, Qi Yuan suddenly fell down silently. His whole body was soft and limp like a powerless leaf, slowly falling from the air, and finally he lay on the cold and hard ground. The whole process was silent, which made people feel unusually depressed and uneasy.

Jiang Fengzhi quickly took a few steps forward, reached out and supported Qi Yuan's body as he was falling to the ground, then gently leaned him against the stone wall beside the corridor. Although his movements were fast, they seemed extremely calm and orderly. Every step seemed so orderly, steady and fast.

Although Qi Yuan had stopped breathing long ago, there seemed to be a certain light still flickering in his wide-open eyes, as if he was making a final silent question to this cruel world - why?

Why does it end like this?

"You are a sharp and good knife, but it's a pity that you have mistaken your master."

Jiang Fengzhi's voice sounded flat and calm, even a little indifferent. As he spoke, he gently closed the deceased's unwilling eyelids with his hands, closing his eyes for the last time and ending his doubts and confusion.

"Boom..."

A heart-shaking thunder resounded through the sky, accompanied by bursts of lightning that illuminated the night sky. The originally dark night outside the palace was suddenly illuminated like daylight, giving people a strong visual impact.

At this moment, Jiang Fengzhi raised his hand slightly to signal, and soon a palace servant came forward with his head lowered to wait for instructions.

"What are your orders, Governor?"

He asked cautiously, his tone full of awe and humility, fearing to anger the powerful man in front of him.

"Go and inform everyone that Deputy Chief Qi Yuan died of cardiac arrest due to shock from thunder. Please arrange the relevant matters as soon as possible according to the regulations."

Jiang Fengzhi gave the order briefly and clearly.

"Yes, sir. I'll see to it!"

The other party responded respectfully and turned to leave to carry out the task. His steps were steady and his attitude was very serious, reflecting his strong professional qualities.

Then there was another burst of lightning and thunder, and bean-sized raindrops mixed with dazzling lightning hit the glazed tiles on the eaves, making a crisp sound and splashing countless sparks in the air.

The attendants who saw this scene immediately took action, put a straw raincoat on Jiang Fengzhi, and held up a large umbrella over his head to prevent the rain from getting wet.

At this moment, both of them lowered their eyes and heads to express their deep awe for this middle-aged man of high status. No one dared to look directly at Jiang Fengzhi's stern and deep face.

"Is everything ready?"

Jiang Fengzhi asked, with a hint of unquestionable tone in his words.

"Everything has been properly arranged, please rest assured, Governor."

Another official in charge of reception answered in a gentle but forceful tone, showing that he was confident about the current situation.

"In that case, let's set off now."

Jiang Fengzhi gave the order calmly.

Everyone quickly passed through the palace gate and hurriedly stepped onto the carriage decorated with exquisite carvings. Then the coachman shouted, and four horses pulled the carriage away at a gallop, leaving the inner city of the palace in an instant.

The sound of wheels spinning rapidly on the bluestone road echoed in the empty street.

Not long after, in a quiet bedroom, the old emperor, who had not slept for several days due to illness, miraculously woke up from his sleep. There was an unusually clear and determined light in his eyes. He looked as if he had been blessed with a brief vitality, and showed a mental state that was completely different from before.

"Come! Quickly summon my Prime Minister Jiang Jingnan into the palace!"

The emperor gave the order quickly but forcefully.

"Yes, I will follow your orders."

The eunuch who came to serve responded quickly and retreated, then hurried outside to convey the order.

Not long after, a slightly older figure, who was as talented as the world-famous strategist Jiang Fengzhi in his youth, rushed into the door of the imperial study. This figure was none other than the old Prime Minister Jiang Jingnan, the current head of the Jiang family who had served two dynasties and experienced many vicissitudes of life.

Upon seeing the Emperor, he immediately prostrated himself on the ground. "Your Majesty, this is an urgent matter. May I allow you to report this to me? Murong Xia, who was thought to have passed away many years ago, is still alive!"

Upon hearing such shocking news, the old emperor, who was already pale from illness, suddenly became furious. An uncontrollable surge of blood rushed up to his throat, and then a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out.

"Where is that rebellious son Jiang Fengzhi now? Summon him here immediately!"

Huangdi said this through gritted teeth, his voice was low but it carried a force that could not be disobeyed.

"Your Majesty, as soon as Master Jiang learned of this, he immediately led the Qingyi Sect disciples who had previously surrendered to our dynasty to investigate the situation."

Jiang Jingnan added hurriedly.

After hearing this news, the emperor's frown relaxed a little, "Well done! You really have lived up to my trust in you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old prime minister straightened up slightly and continued to report, "However, according to the intelligence obtained through secret investigation, not only is the identity of the person who appeared this time confirmed, but more importantly, he actually has his own descendants, one son and three daughters. It is rumored that the youngest boy looks very similar to our late great ancestor..."

Before he could finish these shocking words, the old emperor felt a sharp pain in his chest again, and he spat out another large mouthful of blood. Then his eyes turned black, and his whole body collapsed limply on the chair.

"Oh no! Come and help! His Majesty's illness has relapsed and he has fainted again!"

At noon the next day, in Yueman Tower, one of the most prosperous areas in the capital, Jiang Jinhe, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, arrived at the designated location on time as one of the protagonists of today's special banquet.

According to the agreement agreed in advance, she went directly to the private room on the second floor.

The entire second floor was reserved by Ming Wang, the initiator of today's gathering. There were no other customers around except the guards, and it seemed both empty and quiet.

At this time, Ming Wang was sitting quietly in the guest seat near the window waiting for the guests to arrive.

The moment he saw Jiang Jinhe walk into the room, a gentle smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Miss Jiang, please take a seat. Don't be polite. Since you are here, you are family. There is no need to be so formal."

Faced with such a prominent yet approachable noble member taking the initiative to show goodwill, the girl Jiang Jinhe, who had originally had no intention of kneeling down to show respect to anyone, immediately seized the opportunity to thank and praise the other party repeatedly.

"Your Highness is truly a virtuous ruler! His words and actions are beyond comparison with ordinary people."

"I will follow your instructions."

The man nodded in agreement and followed the leader forward.

Prince Ming was indeed younger than Prince Chen, and this age difference gave him an indescribable elegance.