Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

The Marshal sat on the dragon throne with his hands resting leisurely on the armrests. The dragon throne exuded a cold and hard atmosphere under the dim light of the hall.

There was a hint of complacency in his eyes as he looked down at Di Renjie, Wu Meiniang and Zhang Xuanwei below with pride.

The three men's faces were filled with shock, their mouths slightly open.

The sickle officer and hammer officer stood dejectedly aside, their bodies slightly hunched, their backs bent by the awkward atmosphere.

The exquisite masks covering their faces became the best cover for their inner embarrassment.

If they were not covered by the masks, they would have been tortured by this embarrassing scene and felt ashamed. They would have wished they could immediately find a crack in the hard ground and quickly crawl into it to escape the embarrassment of feeling like a thorn in their back.

They have experienced such embarrassing and blushing scenes many times, but they still cannot adapt to it every time. The embarrassment that surges from the bottom of their hearts hits their hearts wave after wave.

The Marshal turned his head slightly and glanced at the sickle officer and hammer officer out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that they were like eggplants hit by frost, without any spirit and without any intention of supporting him, he suddenly felt an indescribable embarrassment in his heart.

To break the dull and awkward atmosphere, the Marshal pretended to be calm and cleared his throat, coughing twice, which seemed particularly abrupt.

"Well, there's no need for you to be so shocked. When you truly enter the secret party and gain a deeper understanding of its secrets, you will naturally understand the reasons behind all this."

The Marshal straightened his body and deliberately raised his voice, trying to make his voice sound more steady.

"Besides, I've already said this much. You've heard such confidential information today. If you don't join our secret party, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave this hall no matter what!"

The Marshal's words were full of determination. With just a few words, he could decide the life or death of others.

Hearing the Marshal's irresistible words, Di Renjie, Wu Meiniang and Zhang Xuanwei finally woke up from their dreams and slowly recovered from the huge shock brought by the astonishing title of "Son of the Night".

There was still a trance in their eyes, but they were also clearly aware that they were now trapped in a dilemma from which they could not easily escape. The choice before them might completely change the trajectory of their destiny.

Henry Zhang slightly raised his trembling right hand, pointing his finger at himself in confusion, with helplessness in his eyes, and asked cautiously: "Marshal, I...should I join too?"

His voice was dry with nervousness.

The Marshal's eyes instantly sharpened as he stared at Zhang Xuanwei, his gaze revealing a hint of mockery. "Nonsense! Of course you want to join! Look at yourself, you've already gotten so close to such a confidential matter, and you're still thinking of just walking away? That's simply wishful thinking!"

His voice was full of confidence.

"So what if you're a wizard? If you truly possess such powerful magic that you can escape from under my nose, then I won't force you to join me if you don't want to."

"But do you have the ability?"

The Marshal raised his chin slightly.

Zhang Xuanwei heard the Marshal's words and forced a smile that was uglier than crying. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Marshal, please stop joking with me. There are no people in this world who can use magic. Those are just tricks made up by charlatans to make a living."

"I'll join, I'll join! Marshal, I've long admired the illustrious reputation of the Shadow Secret Guards and have longed to join them. Today, I'm fortunate enough to have this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Being able to join the Shadow Secret Guards is truly a blessing I've earned over several lifetimes!"

As Zhang Xuanwei spoke, he nodded and bowed, with a fawning smile on his face, which made people feel both ridiculous and a little pitiful.

The Marshal caught the flattering expression on Zhang Xuanwei's face and the ingratiating look in his eyes through the cold mask. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, forming an arc.

This kid is quite sensible.

"Master Zhang, since you have decided to join, I will inform you that we have always had our own rules. We call ourselves the Secret Party, not the Shadow Secret Guard as the outside world knows us."

"You can think of us as a unique and secretive faction within the court, with our own code of conduct and sphere of authority."

"As for whether or not such mysterious and profound magic truly exists in this world, I have indeed never obtained any conclusive evidence during my past intelligence gathering."

"but……"

The Marshal deliberately dragged out his voice, his eyes fixed on Zhang Xuanwei.

"I know all about your intelligence, Master Zhang."

"You are proficient in the art of hemp clothes divine physiognomy. Even without looking at a person's face, you can infer the rise and fall of their fortune just by observing their body shape and bones."

"I'm very curious today, and I want to ask Master Zhang, what kind of luck do you think I have?"

When Zhang Xuanwei heard the Marshal's question, he suddenly felt his scalp tingling, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The secret party's strength is unfathomable, and its huge intelligence network covers everything in the world.

He was young and energetic, and usually acted in a high-profile and ostentatious manner. In the past period of time, he must have been thoroughly investigated by the secret party.

I'm afraid that everything I say and do will not escape their eyes.

If I tell a lie in front of the Marshal at this moment, I will undoubtedly be seeking my own death. With the Marshal's methods and temper, he will never let me go easily.

Although the commander-in-chief in front of him seems to be acting a little eccentrically, he is able to control such a huge intelligence organization. How could he be an easy person to deal with?

This kind of person must have extraordinary wisdom and keen insight. He is best at capturing key information from other people's subtle expressions, unintentional words and body movements. His ability to read people's words and expressions is unparalleled. I am afraid that any of your little thoughts will not escape his eyes.

Anyone who treats such a person as a fool is a real fool.

They are pretending to be stupid just to get closer to each other!

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuanwei gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and said with a stiff upper lip: "The Marshal is the appearance of a true dragon!"

His voice trembled slightly due to nervousness, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

Di Renjie and Wu Meiniang's bodies suddenly stiffened, and they almost simultaneously turned their gazes to Zhang Xuanwei, their eyes full of astonishment.

Even the sickle officer and hammer officer who had been standing silently by couldn't help but turn their gaze to Zhang Xuanwei, with a hint of barely perceptible surprise flashing in their eyes.

The appearance of a true dragon! How can you just say that?

We are all serving His Majesty. Do you want the Marshal to put on the yellow robe the next day and openly rebel?

If that were the case, the Marshal would probably be hacked to death before he even leaves this hall!

Di Renjie and Wu Meiniang were both secretly complaining in their hearts, and the expressions on their faces became more and more solemn.

After hearing what Zhang Xuanwei said, the Marshal frowned slightly, his eyes revealing contemplation.

He held his chin thoughtfully, tapping his fingers lightly on the mask on his chin, making a rhythmic "tapping" sound.

Zhang Xuanwei was in great turmoil at this moment. He spoke these words under extreme nervousness and had to force himself to speak.

But in his heart, there was a faint voice constantly telling him.

Since His Majesty has already named the Marshal the Night Emperor, it does not seem unreasonable to say that he has the appearance of a true dragon. Moreover, his intuition tells him that the members of the secret party may not care about these remarks that seem to be outrageous to others. They have always acted in a mysterious way and may have their own unique considerations.

Di Renjie and Wu Meiniang widened their eyes and stared at Zhang Xuanwei.

This kid switched sides so quickly!

He was standing with us just now, but in the blink of an eye he started flattering the Marshal.

Not only that, but he also said such disrespectful words. Isn't this pushing everyone into the fire pit? If this is heard by someone with ulterior motives and spreads to the ears of Your Majesty, everyone will be in trouble!