I transmigrated to ancient times and became a king with a title equal to mine.

Ji Fangkui ordered: "The Imperial Guards are responsible for disarming the garrison in the capital. The Golden Guards are responsible for capturing alive the treacherous and disloyal King Long Yunxi. The Long Family Army is responsible for eliminating the King's confidants, cleaning up the court of corrupt officials, and eradicating the traitors! The Imperial Guards will send guides to ensure the operation goes perfectly!"

"Your humble servants obey!" the generals responded in unison, their voices like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing, shaking the very core of the people.

However, Song Zhonglin was completely unaware of all these plans and actions.

When he received the news, four or five days had already passed. He rushed to Ji Fangkui's military camp, where he saw the deputy general Wang Siwei, who was left behind, hand him a letter written in Ji Fangkui's own handwriting.

After reading the letter, Song Zhonglin's face turned ashen. He cursed, "This Ji Fangkui has no respect for military discipline and should be executed!"

He immediately sent an urgent report to Prince Longbin of the South and Grand Marshal Yu Hongtao, who were far away in Licheng.

After reading the report, Long Bin and Yu Hongtao exchanged a smile, their smiles reflecting both their appreciation for Ji Fangkui and their grasp of the situation.

After laughing, Yu Hongtao asked, "My lord, is Old Master Ji really deep in enemy territory alone?"

Long Bin replied, "Don't think he acted impulsively in a fit of anger. This guy is cunning. He must have thought that Long Guobiao and Lin Shan's troops are very close to the capital and can serve as his backup."

After a moment of hesitation, Yu Hongtao said, "Then let them move immediately and head towards the capital?"

Long Bin nodded and said, "Lin Shan is a man of the King of Lingjiang. I wrote to Seventh Brother for help and asked him to prepare to take over the capital. You should immediately order Long Guobiao to lead his troops to provide immediate support."

Yu Hongtao was stunned and stared blankly at Long Bin, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

Long Bin knew what he was thinking and smiled faintly, "My ambition is not for the throne of Great Xia, nor do I wish to compete with my brothers. After Father returns to Qianning Palace, I plan to return the area north of the Huai River to the court. In a few years, I will cross the river and return Lishui County to the court as well."

Yu Hongtao was even more shocked upon hearing this, as if he were witnessing an unprecedentedly grand blueprint: "My lord, you? You mean to?"

Long Bin smiled and said, "Not only these territories, but also you old ministers will be returning to the capital with your father. Your families are all in the capital, and you have already suffered these past few years. Moreover, once I go to Jiangdong and conquer Dongjiang Kingdom, I will definitely establish a new kingdom. At that time, you will be in a dilemma, so I have decided to let you return to the capital with your father."

Yu Hongtao knelt down with a thud, his voice choked with sobs: "My lord, this old minister swears to follow Your Majesty across the river to the death! If you do not accept this, this old minister will prove his loyalty with his life!"

Long Bin quickly helped Yu Hongtao up, his eyes shining with emotion: "You are all my trusted advisors, how could I bear to put you in a difficult position? Prepare some small items and go to Long Guobiao's place tomorrow. Once Ji Fangkui takes the capital, you must rush to the capital immediately and invite the Left Prime Minister, the Imperial Son-in-Law Wei, to return. You must appease the civil and military officials while making preparations to welcome Father back to court. This matter is of utmost importance, and I entrust it to you."

After obeying the imperial decree, Yu Hongtao's eyes gleamed with determination: "After Your Majesty returns to court, this old minister will retire and return to my hometown, bringing my family to join Your Majesty. If you do not accept, this old minister will truly prove my loyalty with my death!"

Long Bin was deeply moved after hearing this. He held Yu Hongtao's hand tightly, as if to convey his trust and determination to him: "Go and prepare. I believe you can definitely complete this task."

The Southern King's arrangements were like a net that could be cast from heaven and earth, but Ji Fangkui was completely unaware of them.

But he was certain that His Majesty Long Bin would order Long Guobiao to prepare for support.

Therefore, he had no worries about what would happen if he acted in Kyoto.

He was like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring high, bravely advancing towards his goal.

Meanwhile, the city of Kyoto was already in a state of high alert, with everyone on edge.

When the fake king Long Yunxi learned that Ji Fangkui was leading his army to attack the city, he was terrified.

His confidants also had their own agendas; some wanted to surrender to save their lives, while others wanted to take the opportunity to cause trouble.

The Imperial Guards acted swiftly, but were unable to enter the King's Palace.

The guards of the royal palace and Qianning Palace are former subordinates of the fake king, Long Yunxi, and are all outlaws from the martial arts world.

Upon learning that the Imperial Guards had been unable to capture the King's Palace after a prolonged siege, Ji Fangkui immediately rushed to Qianning Gate.

Five generals of the Imperial Guards at Qianning Gate have been killed in battle, while the enemy has only wounded three.

When Ji Fangkui saw that Hua Long, the guerrilla general of the Jinwu Guard, was fighting with a fat monk, his heart skipped a beat. This monk was the mastermind behind the Langya Mountain massacre ten years ago, named Monk Zhiyuan. He was extremely skilled in martial arts and incredibly fierce, and was one of the Ten Fiends of the Great Xia Kingdom. Judging from the situation, Hua Long was likely to be in grave danger when he encountered Monk Zhiyuan.

"Brother Hua, let's turn back. Let me, Ji, experience the power of this fat monk!"

Hua Long mustered all his strength and swung his knife fiercely at the fat monk, taking advantage of the monk's momentary lapse in concentration to retreat several feet.

Ji Fangkui rode forward and thrust his eighteen-foot silver spear forward, and the two clashed.

Seeing the newcomer's menacing aura, Monk Zhiyuan's eyes flashed with surprise, but it was quickly overwhelmed by his fighting spirit. His figure was like a ghost, moving freely among the shadows of spears, each counterattack carrying the power of a tsunami. Ji Fangkui secretly admired him, yet he was not afraid at all. He wielded his silver spear, and wherever the tip pointed, it was with the force of a thunderbolt.

The two fought back and forth, locked in a fierce battle, their strength seemingly tearing apart the surrounding air.

The Imperial Guards were dumbfounded; it was like a battle of gods, something mortals couldn't possibly interfere with.

Just then, Ji Fangkui suddenly unleashed a move called "Silver Dragon Enters the Sea," his silver spear transforming into a streak of silver light that aimed straight for the monk Zhiyuan's chest.

Monk Zhiyuan snorted coldly, shifting his body to the side and actually taking the blow head-on with his bare hands. At the same time, he swung his palm back at Ji Fangkui's shoulder. Ji Fangkui was prepared and retreated rapidly, but he was still hit by the palm wind, and his blood and qi surged.

But Ji Fangkui was no ordinary person. He steadied himself and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Fat monk, today I'll show you how powerful I, Ji Fangkui, am!"

After saying this, he once again took up his gun and stepped forward, engaging in an even more intense life-or-death duel with the monk Zhiyuan.

As the monk Zhiyuan faced Ji Fangkui's renewed charge, a look of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

He knew that his opponent was no ordinary person; every move he made contained immense power.

But how could the monk Zhiyuan be afraid? As a martial arts prodigy who had fought countless battles throughout his life, how could he easily admit defeat?

Suddenly, the monk Zhiyuan sprang up like a tiger descending a mountain, clashing with Ji Fangkui's silver spear with a deafening sound. The two exchanged blows, each strike drawing blood, enough to chill the onlookers to the bone.

However, in this life-or-death battle, they seemed to forget the pain, with only the will to fight supporting them forward.