Bloody Kyoto

The emperor rested his chin on his hand, raised an eyebrow, and said, "What I mean is..."

He paused, stood up, looked directly at Yun Ji, suppressed his smile, and put on a cold expression as if it were the dead of winter.

"It means I know you all think I'm a fool."

He walked down the steps. “A long, long time ago, your Yun family knew how to seize the abilities of people from other worlds. But with Huo Yunxia, ​​you not only concealed it, but also used me.”

He walked up to the painting, pointed to the woman clutching the heart, and said, "The heart is the key to gaining power."

"But you lied to me, saying that there was a chance of obtaining it by eating its flesh and blood."

"Tell me, how should I treat your Yun family?"

The expressions on the faces of Second Master Yun and Old Ancestor Yun turned quite grim from the moment he pointed to his heart.

However, Master Yun was quite observant, and he noticed a problem.

So how did Zhu Yihua find out about that incident from so long ago?

Also, he won't find out for long, probably within a day or two.

But since things have come to this, he won't believe any excuses.

"Deceiving His Majesty was indeed wrong of my Yun family, but His Majesty should also know that there is only one person who can obtain that ability."

Everyone wants that healing ability, and while we may have selfish motives, they are understandable.

Furthermore, we didn't place this selfishness on our own Yun family members, but rather on the princess you were bestowed with the title of "County Princess." In other words, it was also given to His Majesty, wasn't it?

Zhu Yihua was so angry at Yun Erye's shameless and illogical remarks that he laughed.

Even if Zheng Jiaojiao were his children, let alone just the daughter of a foreign official, it wouldn't be considered as giving her to him.

He knew better than anyone how ruthless the royals could be.

Power is only truly yours when it is in your own hands.

After his anger subsided, Zhu Yihua thought of something, walked over to the desk and sat down, looking at the two members of the Yun family with a smile in his eyes.

"As you two have said, giving that ability to Ahui is the same as giving it to me. After all, Ahui is my subject. If I want it, she won't refuse me!"

Upon hearing this, both Yun Ji and the Yun family patriarch's expressions changed.

What does he mean?

Are we going to rip out Ah Hui's heart?

Thinking of this, Yunji could no longer care about anything else and shouted, "Ami, Ajue, hurry back to the Princess's residence."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Ancestor Yun flew over and struck Zhu Yihua, who was still smiling, with a palm.

Just as the blow was about to hit Zhu Yihua, a white-haired man with a youthful face suddenly appeared and blocked the palm strike from Elder Yun.

After exchanging blows, Elder Yun was defeated, flying backward and landing while spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Yunji supported him, his gaze fixed on the otherworldly, aloof, and otherworldly figure before him, as if he were an immortal who had descended to the mortal realm.

"Who are you!"

The person opposite did not answer, but simply stood in front of Zhu Yihua.

After recovering, Ancestor Yun slapped away Yun Ji's hand that was supporting him, took a step forward, and looked at the person opposite him.

"Brother Han, how have you been?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Ji's expression immediately turned incredulous. To be addressed as "brother" by his own ancestor, and to be someone with the surname Han, could only mean...

Han Yueze, the patriarch of the Han family, the most reclusive family in the world.

Han Yueze remained silent, only gazing calmly at Ancestor Yun.

But even that calm gaze sent shivers down the spine of Old Ancestor Yun.

They were heirs to the family business in the same generation and knew each other well.

He knew what his calm demeanor meant!

He was furious; he looked at him as if he were looking at a dead man.

Ancestor Yun was filled with unease and asked in a trembling voice, "Brother Han, may I ask, why..."

"Your physiognomy skills are lacking, but has your divination skills also deteriorated?" Han Yueze interrupted him before Elder Yun could finish his question.

He walked slowly to Elder Yun with his hands behind his back, his cold, emotionless eyes staring at him.

Ancestor Yun felt a chill run down his spine from the gaze and retreated repeatedly.

Just as Elder Yun was about to give up, Han Yueze turned his gaze to Yun Ji.

"I've heard that you are the most skilled physiognomist in the Yun family."

Even though the person in front of him had injured the patriarch, Yun Ji dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.

Upon hearing the question, he respectfully replied, "In front of Ancestor Han, my little skills are not worth mentioning."

"Can you see the bloodstains spreading throughout the capital?" Han Yueze ignored his flattery.

Yun Ji's heart tightened, his expression changed drastically, and he nodded solemnly, "I saw it."

"What if I told you that this bloodshed is incurable and will only increase?"

"How could this be!" This exclamation came from Elder Yun. Seeing that Han Yueze was serious and did not seem to be joking at all, he became anxious.

He immediately took out the Liu Ren compass and began to perform divination.

Han Yueze didn't even glance at Old Ancestor Yun, but looked at Yun Ji and asked again, "Did you see the bloodstains above the Yun family's heads?"

Yunji's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his face filled with panic.

He was a fortune teller, but he had a major drawback: he could only predict the fate of others, not his own.

The reason why Patriarch Han asked this question must be because he saw the blood-red color hanging over the Yun family.

"boom!"

Yunji turned his head and saw that his ancestor was lying on the ground with a pale face.

"He suffered a backlash." Han Yueze coldly stared at the fallen Ancestor Yun.

Yun Ji quickly helped Yun Laozu up and looked at Han Yueze, saying, "Han Laozu, please forgive me. Our ancestor is unwell. I will take him back first."

Han Yueze nodded.

After Yun Ji left with Elder Yun, Han Yueze turned to look at Zhu Yihua.

Have you thought about how to atone for your sins?

Zhu Yihua laughed heartily, but after a moment, he stopped laughing and said coldly, "Ancestor Han, I am the emperor, the ruler of this Great Shang Dynasty."

"I only eliminated an otherworldly soul for the Shang Dynasty. I wouldn't call it a merit, so why do I need to atone for it?"

Han Yueze looked at his unrepentant face and couldn't help but shake her head.

“You don’t need to atone, but retribution will come soon.”

Zhu Yihua dismissed his words and retorted, "Ancestor Han, if something were to happen to me, would you stand by and do nothing?"

Before Han Yueze could answer, he continued, "Impossible! Otherwise you wouldn't have saved me just now."

Han Yueze remained expressionless. "Since you have brought out the Crimson Bone, I, Han Yueze, will naturally keep my promise to protect you. But you should know that I am not omnipotent. At least, the blood-red aura hanging over the capital is something I cannot remove."

Zhu Yihua waved his hand dismissively and said, "It's just blood. The source is that otherworldly person. As long as we capture her and kill her, the blood will naturally disappear."

Han Yueze stared at him for a moment, said nothing, and then turned and left.

He was right about one thing: everything would return to normal once the otherworldly beings were killed.

Although the Yun family, Zhu Yihua, and others who persecuted Huo Yunxia were initially at fault.

But the revenge of the otherworldly beings will bring indelible damage to this world.

This is something he cannot ignore.

As he walked outside the hall, he looked at the sky shrouded in blood and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Capturing and killing people from other worlds was against his will, but he had no choice but to do it.

“One ghost sent a message back to his clan, asking all those skilled in physiognomy to come to the capital.”

The fates of people from other worlds do not belong to this world. They cannot find that person through calculation or objects. They can only use the most rudimentary method: to examine each person's face one by one.