The eldest son is fierce

When Song Yi heard this, he knew that Wang Wendao and Xie Baolong were not here to discuss things with him.

They just came to inform him and didn't allow him to refuse.

This made Song Yi feel a chill in his heart.

He and Ying Wuzong have not yet married, and now in the entire Ying Sect, they are the only two who have the royal blood of the previous dynasty.

And it is obvious that Wang Wendao and Xie Baolong have already developed ulterior motives and want to turn the Shadow Sect into a private force.

Supporting him to take the throne and letting him kill the emperor was a conspiracy.

If successful, support him to be a puppet.

If they fail, they can take over the Shadow Sect openly.

But why do they think that they are the chess players?

Since you like to play, let’s see who kills the other!

He was a scholar and his martial arts skills were not very good, but scholars could sometimes kill people much more brutally than martial artists.

Song Yi pretended to think for a moment, then hesitated and said, "Is she the Princess's man? Can she ensure that I can get close to Emperor Yanwen? Emperor Yanwen is protected by Chen Diao Si, one of the four great Diao Si in the world."

"Also, will Ning Chuan, the eighth best in the world, be here?"

"Furthermore, will that horrific explosion at the Shenyuan Poetry Gathering on Jixiang Street happen again?"

Song Yi stood by the window, looking at Wang Wendao and Xie Baolong sitting at the table, and emphasized his tone.

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Xie, it's not that I don't trust you. If you don't get the information, I'm sorry, but I refuse to carry out the mission."

"If I don't have prestige to succeed the Shadow Sect leader, I can slowly accumulate it, but I will never lead my brothers in the Shadow Sect to death just to accumulate prestige."

Wang Wendao and Xie Baolong looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Sure enough, the young man in front of me is an ambitious one.

Ambitious people are best controlled.

Unlike him, he is always thinking of something. Today he wants to chase a dog, and tomorrow he wants to kill a chicken. It is impossible to figure out his pulse.

So, he can only go to hell.

"Don't worry, we are carrying out the mission with you, not letting you do it alone."

Wang Wendao smiled, and looked at Song Yi with the same warmth as if he were his own son. He said, "On the day of the mission, the people over there will arrange for us to enter Jingzhao Prefecture."

"Once we have entered Jingzhao Prefecture, as long as we keep it secret well enough, we can kill Emperor Yanwen at close range."

Song Yi subconsciously raised his hand to stroke his chin in thought, with a hint of emotion on his face.

Xie Baolong stood up with a smile, raised his hand and patted Song Yi on the shoulder, saying: "Don't worry, everything is under control. The Shenyuan Poetry Festival and the explosion on Jixiang Street will never happen."

"Unless Tang Yi and Emperor Yanwen want to kill all the onlookers, but do they dare?"

"If you really do that, within half a month, the whole world will rebel."

Song Yi clenched his fists and fell silent. His brows were twisted into a shape of a "川" because of his confusion.

Xie Baolong and Wang Wendao both had smiles on their faces and drank their tea without urging anyone to join them. Since they were already interested, they were not afraid that Song Yi would go back on his word.

Sure enough, after a moment, the originally conflicted Song Yi sat back at the table, looked at the two of them and said solemnly, "Okay, since Uncle Wang and Uncle Xie have said this, if I hesitate any longer, I would be ungrateful."

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Xie, I've made up my mind. Let's do it!"

"Don't worry, uncles. As long as the matter is accomplished, I will succeed you as the sect leader and will definitely not treat you unfairly."

Hearing what Song Yi said, the smiles on Wang Wendao and Xie Baolong's faces suddenly became even wider.

Xie Baolong gave Song Yi a thumbs up and said, "You are indeed a man of courage. We were right about you. Okay, let's make contact and prepare. I'll tell you the specific action plan when the time comes."

The two men stood up, and Song Yi quickly stood up and bowed as a junior: "Yier will wait for good news from Uncle Wang and Uncle Xie. Take care, uncles."

"Haha, just wait and see. I think you'll be quite capable."

Xie Baolong patted Song Yi's shoulder heavily and walked out with a smile.

Wang Wendao returned the book to Song Yi and said with a smile, "The book is good, but what you learn from books is shallow. You still need practice. This is a training. Prepare well!"

Song Yi quickly bowed and agreed.

As he watched the two people's backs disappear, the smile on Song Yi's face gradually faded.

He turned around, took the tinder, lit the candle on the table, then raised his hand and placed the book that Wang Wendao had grabbed on the candle flame and lit it.

"Two traitors, are you worthy enough to talk about loyalty, filial piety, propriety and righteousness in front of me?"

Song Yi raised his hand, threw the burning books into the bucket, and sneered.

Standing in front of the window, looking at the bustling pedestrians on the street, he licked his lips and said, "Brother, you can't do this. You have been in charge of the Shadow Sect for so many years, and you still let these people jump around."

"But I'm not you. You're nostalgic for the past. Back then, you knew it was the people within the sect who teamed up with the outside enemy and nearly killed you, yet you didn't investigate."

"But I'm different. I will never allow this to happen to me."

Song Yi leaned his hands on the windowsill and narrowed his eyes. "And Tang Yi, he sounds like an interesting guy, but I wonder if he's really as powerful as the rumors say."

“It’s really… a bit of a wait and see thing!”

……

Jingzhao Mansion.

Half an hour later, Tang Yi saw what he needed outside Jingzhao Prefecture.

Twenty large barrels of meat porridge, a cart of hot steamed buns, five hundred military tents, the convoy assembled outside Jingzhao Prefecture, it was so huge that it seemed as if there was no end in sight.

But for such a large occasion, the entire scene was almost silent, with only the constant scolding sounds of Zhou Fanghuai and others. As for the people from Jingzhao Prefecture, they all kept their tails between their legs and dared not speak.

Tang Yi was speechless. We were going to provide disaster relief and catch the powerful families in Kyoto off guard.

Why don’t you be more enthusiastic and tolerant at this time? Why do you all have such deadpan expressions?

Those who know understand that you are going to provide disaster relief, while those who don’t think you are going there to act like big shots and show off your attitude!

Tang Yi shook his head. Am I wearing a fake Yue? Not only are there crises everywhere, but I also have to take care of my subordinates' emotions and liven up the atmosphere.

My life is so fucking difficult!

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Why are you all so sad?"

Tang Yi walked down the stairs and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"Everyone, pay attention to me. I'm not taking you to disaster relief. I'm taking you to find a wife, okay?"

"Those young ladies outside the city have just suffered and need warmth. You should use your enthusiasm to warm their wounded hearts. Do you understand?"

"If anyone lets me down again, I'll lose my wife."

"Don't tell me you have a wife. As a man, do you think you have too many wives?"

"..."

Tang Yi stood in front of the steps, his voice echoing throughout the venue.

Everyone looked at him and was shocked.

No, sir, are you serious?

What's your train of thought? We can't follow you at all!

Disaster relief is clearly a tough job that no one wants to avoid, but how come you say it's a good job?

However, after hearing what Tang Yi said, it seemed to be true.

The young lady outside the city just suffered a disaster, and now it seems easy to seduce her...

For a moment, everyone was moved.

You're right, sir. So what if you have a wife? A man has more wives... the better.

"Sir, what are you talking about? We are not that kind of people."

Zhou Fanghuai put his fist to his lips and coughed dryly, his face full of righteousness.

It's better to do this kind of thing in private and not say it in public.

Disgraceful to gentlemen!