The eldest son is fierce

Tianxiang Tower is located on Suzaku Street, the main road of Kyoto. No matter where you are coming from, you will pass by Tianxiang Tower first when entering Kyoto.

Therefore, when the princess heard the roar outside the window, she rushed to the window almost instantly. Sure enough, she saw dozens of riders galloping from the direction of the city gate in the distance. After entering the main road of Suzaku Street, more than a dozen riders immediately separated and headed for the major roads in Kyoto.

Watching the cavalry galloping past downstairs, stay where you are!

Lost?

Huangfu Zong was defeated? !

Huangfu Zong was at the Grandmaster level, with 200,000 elite soldiers from Nanjing and the help of recruited martial arts masters, yet he still lost? How is this possible?!

What Tang Yi can fully control are only 5,000 new troops. He has just taken over the Zhennan Army. The border troops have been defeated and have no morale at all. Behind him, Zhuge Yunjue is leading the Japanese pirates to contain them. For Huangfu Zong, Tang Yi has no advantage of time, place and people, so how could he lose?

Not to mention that the deterrent power of a master at the Grandmaster level is far greater than that of 100,000 soldiers!

You actually lost?!

In front of the tea table, Supervisor Yun Kui also stood up suddenly, his originally calm face was now full of surprise. When he set out from Southern Xinjiang to return to Beijing, the war in Southern Xinjiang had not yet started. As a result, he had just entered the capital when the news of the great victory in the southern border reached the capital?

Did Tang Yi really have the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses that he gathered together to defeat the 200,000 elite troops of Nanjing led by Huangfu Zong, a master of the Grandmaster Realm?

Is this kid really that evil?!

The Supervisor had never fought with Tang Yi, but he had heard many legends about Tang Yi on his way back to Beijing. He just felt that those ants were praising this young man too much.

How could an eighteen-year-old boy, no matter how fierce he was, still be able to stir up such a huge wave?

But now reality gave him a hard slap in the face. It was really amazing! This eighteen-year-old boy really created a huge wave!

— crunch!

The door was pushed open, and Qing Yi walked in quickly. His face was pale as he said, "Your Highness, there's news about Zhuge Yunjue as well. This news was sent back via special channels at the fastest speed possible, via carrier pigeon."

"Zhuge Yunjue was defeated in Shangcheng and captured alive by Tang Yi. Thirty thousand Japanese pirates were utterly annihilated on the banks of the Cang River. The pirate general, Tokugawa, was killed by Tang Yi himself. Tokugawa Ishin, who came to support them, was seriously injured and fled, leaving behind only ten thousand corpses on the sea..."

Boom!

The eldest princess felt as if a bolt of thunder had exploded in her head, petrifying her instantly and leaving her mind blank.

Zhuge Yunjue was defeated in Shangcheng? What was he doing there? My order is to go to Tianyong Pass and secretly join forces with Huangfu Zong to attack Tang Yi and kill him there!

What is he doing in the mall?!

He wanted to charge directly to Tianyong Pass. Huangfu Zong and Tokugawa were two grandmasters, and two grandmasters were comparable to an army of 200,000. So what if Tang Yi had a thunder bomb in his hand?

Leaving aside the tactics and strategies, let's just talk about the most direct situation. Two Grandmasters lined up to break through Tang Yi's formation, with hundreds of thousands of troops following behind them. A single charge could crush Tang Yi into pieces. How could his thunder bombs and red cannons really hurt the Grandmasters?!

"Waste, waste, waste..."

The princess was so angry that she jumped up and down on the spot, her face ferocious and terrifying: "Zhuge Yunjue, you are a waste. Not only can you not kill Tang Yi, you can't even delay him!"

"Damn it, you've ruined my plan!"

At this moment, thinking of Zhuge Yunjue's lingering affection and heartfelt instructions when he left that day, the princess felt nauseous. How dare such a useless man say he loved her? Was he worthy?

The Supervisor was also stunned and a little bit unbelievable. He had originally returned to Kyoto intending to make a big splash, but before he could do anything, reality dealt him a double blow!

No wonder the princess couldn't help it and wanted to recall him from southern Xinjiang. With this kid's methods, who can withstand him?

"He can't live!" The supervisor's cold voice rang out.

The eldest princess and Qingyi's eyes fell on the supervisor.

The Supervisor's face was gloomy, his fingertips entwined with the two long white eyebrows that drooped down his face. He said, "Zhuge Yunjue knows too much. His existence is always a hidden danger. If he is persuaded by Tang Yi and cooperates with him, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Qingyi's fingertips trembled, and the information in his hand almost fell to the ground.

The eldest princess's face turned pale. After a moment's hesitation, she looked at Qingyi and said, "Send the order down. Tell the mall to find a way to kill Zhuge Yunjue. Don't let him live."

Qingyi never disobeyed the eldest princess's orders, but this time, for the first time in her life, she did not obey. She said, "Your Highness, I will personally go to the southern border! I will... see him off for the last time."

"Don't worry, Your Highness. I won't allow him to betray Your Highness."

The princess stared at Qing Yi, her brows furrowed. Qing Yi plopped to her knees and said, "I beg Your Highness to grant me your blessing."

The princess looked at the Supervisor and saw him nod slightly, then said, "Well, you can go. Zhuge Yunjue has been defeated, and the southern border really needs someone to take charge."

"I have only one word: Zhuge Yunjue must die!"

With just one word, Qingyi subconsciously tightened the hem of her skirt, feeling a chill in her heart.

Zhuge Yunjue has been following the eldest princess for more than ten years, ever since he was a handsome young man. He has helped her plan countless things and handle countless dirty matters, but now he is told that he must die?

He could obviously be saved, but she chose not to and let him die!

"Yes, I will enter the southern border right now and personally cut off Zhuge Yunjue's head."

Qingyi got up from the ground, turned around and walked out.

The Supervisor looked at Qing Yi's back and sneered, "Now I finally understand why Her Royal Highness the Princess was so anxious to call me back. The current situation in Kyoto is indeed a bit tricky."

"Our plan should indeed be brought forward."

The princess's gaze fell on the Supervisor, murderous intent raging in her eyes. She said, "Where is the thing I want? Give it to me. The great victory of the Southern Territory entering the capital will surely draw praise from the people of the capital and extolment from all the officials. Naturally, I must also present a gift to His Majesty."

The Supervisor looked up at the Princess, their eyes met and he smiled, "I'll give you something tonight. How do you use it? Enjoy it."

……

At the same time, in front of the reception building.

A middle-aged man in tattered clothes, with messy hair and drunk, came out of the reception building and saw the cavalrymen who were reporting the victory galloping past on Zhuque Street.

The man froze in place instantly!

"Haha, you're worthy of being called the Little Poet Immortal. I said if the Little Poet Immortal takes action, what does it matter if you're a Grandmaster? You'll still kill me!"

"What's a Grandmaster? Is he that powerful? Our little Immortal Poet even defeated the Northern Di Crown Prince, and that's the Crown Prince!"

"The two hundred thousand elite troops led by the Grandmaster were defeated. Oh my God, our little poet is going to defy the heavens!"

"..."

The streets exploded instantly, with people cheering and talking about it.

The man standing in the crowd slowly raised his head, revealing a weathered face covered with stubble. He raised the wine jug in his hand and took a big gulp of wine, muttering to himself.

"That's my son, me-like!"