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

Upon hearing this, the Southern King flew into a rage and immediately ordered Long Yunxi and his accomplices to be beheaded and their heads displayed to the public as a warning to others.

Just then, the real King Long Yunfu arrived.

He glanced at his younger brother, Long Yunxi, who was bound hand and foot, and slapped him three times across the face.

Just as he was about to slap her a fourth time, he suddenly noticed that half of Long Yunxi's face had been smeared with graffiti.

Seeing this, Ning Wuwei stepped forward and tore off a half-broken human skin mask.

"Isn't he Long Yunxi?"

Just as everyone was filled with doubt, Long Yunfu exclaimed, "Are you the Thousand-Faced Monkey, Hua Lingchun?"

"Hua Lingchun?" Long Bin stepped forward and stared at Hua Lingchun, asking, "What did you do to Wang Wucun? Is he dead or alive?"

Hua Lingchun was very embarrassed to be recognized by the king, and when Long Bin asked her that question, she immediately lost her spirit.

"You, you, what did you say about Wangwu Village?"

Long Bin kicked him and shouted angrily, "Stop acting! Old Shi, give me two answers: First, where is Long Yunxi? Second, is Wang Wucun dead or alive?"

"How do you know about Wangwu Village?" Hua Lingchun was unwilling to give up. She had impersonated Wangwu Village and no one knew about it. It was a very secretive thing.

Long Bin said in a deep voice, "Two years ago, when I first arrived in Lishui City, I knew that Wangwu Village had been switched by you."

Seeing Hua Lingchun's nonchalant attitude, Long Bin asked sternly, "Will you talk or not?"

Hua Lingchun raised her head and replied, "Let's do it!"

Seeing this, Ning Wuming kicked the old thief in the groin, causing the old thief's face to turn pale with pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

Ning Wuming was about to kick again when his godfather stopped him.

Long Bin walked up to Hua Lingchun and said softly, "I can't do anything to you, but I can ask your son, daughter, and grandson for help."

Hua Lingchun trembled and immediately gave a bitter laugh: "I only have one son, who died long ago at the hands of your maternal uncle. This is also the reason why I participated in the Qin family massacre."

"Is that so?" Long Bin asked coldly.

"Everyone in the martial arts world knows this."

Long Bin suddenly exuded murderous intent and said, word by word, "Hua Lingchun, if that's the case, don't blame me for being cruel."

"Come on, I'll cut you into a thousand pieces!"

Hua Lingchun's fearless attitude amused Long Bin, who whispered in his ear, "You haven't forgotten the Yao family of Sishui, have you?"

"what……?"

Hua Lingchun's face suddenly turned pale, and yellow, foul-smelling liquid oozed from the ground beneath her feet.

Everyone was puzzled as to why Hua Lingchun was so frightened that she lost control of her bladder and bowels.

Hua Lingchun said tremblingly, "I beg Your Majesty to spare my life."

"I never kill the innocent, but today we'll see how you perform."

Hua Lingchun closed her eyes for a long time before saying, "I went to war in his place, and he is in Qianning Palace."

"I killed Wang Wucun," Hua Lingchun pleaded, "I beg Your Majesty..."

In a flash, Hua Lingchun's head flew off.

The real King Long Yunfu was overjoyed to learn that the imposter Long Yunxi had been captured alive.

He stared blankly at the headless corpse.

When he learned that this fake king was also an imposter, his mood worsened, and a wave of sorrow washed over him: Is the king of Great Xia truly worthless? You not only impersonated him yourself, but you also let someone else impersonate him. Long Yunxi, I will tear you to pieces!

Long Yunfu was so angry that he trembled all over. Long Bin reached out to support him and said softly, "Father, don't be angry. No matter how cunning Long Yunxi is, your son will definitely catch him."

The fake king, Long Yunxi, had Hua Lingchun impersonate him to lead the charge, because Hua Lingchun was not only a martial arts master, but also the head of the Flower Path Society and the actual controller of the Qianmen.

He thought that Hua Lingchun, the Thousand-Faced Monkey, was very strong, especially since all three thousand of her personal guards were elite experts from the Flower Path Society and the Qianmen. These people should be invincible on the battlefield.

Who would have thought that Hua Lingchun, who considered himself the best in the world, and his three thousand elite soldiers would be utterly defeated by six children?

Long Yunxi threw down the teapot in her hand and cursed, "They're all good-for-nothings!"

After a series of crashes and thuds, the real fake king summoned his ministers to court.

The court officials were all shocked to hear that the king had been captured by his ninth son, Longbin.

Just as the entire court was filled with fear and unease, they suddenly received an imperial edict summoning them to court for a meeting.

"this……?"

The ministers, filled with doubt, were even more horrified to see the Emperor sitting upright on the dragon throne.

Upon seeing this, Long Yunxi laughed and said, "My dear ministers, there is no need to panic. The one who personally led the expedition was my junior brother, Hua Lingchun. He fought in my name. I never expected that he would never return."

With tears streaming down his face, Long Yunxi said, "My junior brother has already been killed by my rebellious son."

The officials in the golden palace were not moved by the king's expression; each had their own thoughts.

Some people are thinking: "If Hua Lingchun can impersonate you, then it's possible that you could also impersonate the king?"

"Oh? Could it be that what the report says is true? His Majesty has been impersonated?"

The atmosphere inside the Golden Hall suddenly became quite strange.

Long Yunxi's confidants immediately flattered him, saying, "Long live our lord! He is truly a man of divine wisdom and ingenuity."

"Yes, if General Hua hadn't been sent to lead the expedition on behalf of the Emperor, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"With His Majesty the Emperor reigning over our Great Xia Dynasty, it will last for eternity!"

"Your Majesty, we pay our respects! Congratulations, Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!"

From then on, regardless of their intentions, everyone knelt down and paid homage before the dragon throne.

Just as the chorus of praises was filling the air, the chief eunuch of the inner palace reported: "Your Majesty, General Song Liang, commander of the Imperial Guards, requests an audience."

“Song Liang?” Long Yunxi was not very familiar with this person. Right Chancellor Zhu Haisu said, “Song Liang led 20,000 Imperial Guards to accompany General Hua on the expedition. He is the maternal cousin of the former Empress Xiao.”

Zhu Haisu's words reminded him that this man was also a confidant of this fake emperor.

"Announce Song Liang's entry into the palace."

"By imperial decree, Song Liang is to be summoned to the palace!"

A moment later, Song Liang, his battle robes disheveled, knelt before the dragon throne, choking back tears, and said, "Your Majesty, I, the guilty subject Song Liang, beg for your punishment."

Seeing him in such a defeated state, Long Yunxi felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

"Minister Song, the battle was not fought well, which is Hua Lingchun's fault. It is already very good that you came back alive. What crime have you committed?"

"My dear minister, please rise immediately."

"Someone, bring a seat! Bring tea!"

Upon seeing this, Song Liang was terrified and kept kowtowing, saying, "This sinful subject dares not! I beg Your Majesty to remove the seat and tea!"

Seeing this, Long Yunxi felt very pleased: This person is worthy of my love.

"Minister Song, please sit down, have a cup of hot tea, and then recount the course of this defeat to me and all the officials."

How could Song Liang dare to sit down? He forced himself to drink the tea in his cup and tearfully recounted his experience.

After hearing Song Liang's account, all the officials and civil servants felt a chill run down their spines.

Three hundred thousand troops just vanished like that?

Is this King of the South really so skilled in battle?

Although Long Yunxi also felt sorry for the 300,000 troops, she did not show it on her face.

This was his own dirty trick; he can't blame anyone else.

Song Liang drank another cup of hot tea, knelt down, and said, "This sinful subject only brought back 7 troops."

Long Yunxi felt really good to hear that his beloved general had actually brought back 70,000 troops.

"My dear minister, how did you do that?"