His Majesty is plotting a rebellion? Quickly, summon the Imperial Advisor!

Counting the days, today marks the end of the second week and the beginning of the third week of restarting the Futian project and excavating Tantan Mountain.

It's already mid-to-late January, and the weather is getting colder. Last night, a heavy snow fell, and several streets in the Baihu District of Daxi City were blocked by snow.

Transportation is not very convenient.

Xu Bing and Ji Yuan sat in a private room on the fourth floor of the restaurant, opened the west window, and let the wind and snow blow in, wanting to see the good show that was about to take place in the vegetable market.

Before the real show could begin, the waiter brought over a plate of hot tea and four braziers to warm the room where Xu Bing was.

The waiter knocked three times and then pushed the door open. A gust of cold wind hit his face, and he shivered as he placed the four braziers in the four corners of the house.

Then, the brewed tea was placed on the dining table.

"You two are watching a beheading, aren't you?" After finishing his work, the waiter glanced out the open window and suddenly realized.

Such an aristocratic guest naturally deserves to be approached as much as possible.

Who knows, success might just be a matter of a single thought.

"Oh?" Ji Yuan looked at the waiter. "You know about this too?"

Her voice was sweet and alluring yet carried an air of nobility, causing the waiter's heart to flutter. However, he dared not show it in the slightest, lest Xu Bing, who was standing beside him, think that he was coveting this woman.

As he brewed the tea, he replied, "Of course, about a week ago some immortals caused chaos in the mortal realm, killing a poor little merchant and injuring several others."

"It caused quite a stir. I heard that in the end, Commander Shang arrested him and imprisoned him in the imperial prison. Tsk tsk tsk."

Ji Yuan raised an eyebrow. She remembered that Song Si had told her that it was Xu Bing who had captured this person.

"Speaking of this makes me angry," the waiter said indignantly. "Our Grand Preceptor of the Great Xi Kingdom is said to be a fat man weighing three hundred pounds with a face full of sores. I heard that after Commander Shang captured the immortal, he took credit for it and even ordered the immortal to be killed. Haha."

"Pfft." Ji Yuan chuckled. "You mean... our Great Xi Imperial Preceptor is a fat man weighing three hundred pounds with a face full of sores?"

"Of course," the waiter added, "Everyone's saying it, so it's probably pretty much true."

“Indeed.” Ji Yuan nodded in deep agreement.

However, her smile vanished immediately. The waiter changed the subject and continued, "But our Empress, I don't know what kind of bewitching potion she's been given, is completely bewitched by a big fat man. Isn't that strange?"

“It is indeed quite strange.” Xu Bing nodded.

Ji Yuan's lips twitched, and he was secretly annoyed. What a vulgar boy! How dare he speak ill of the emperor behind his back.

It's really audacious.

The waiter, unaware of the change in the situation, only noticed that the two seemed quite interested in the topic, and continued, "But I think that imperial advisor is just putting on an act."

"You guys are probably going to leave disappointed."

As he spoke, he served the tea he had prepared to Xu Bing.

Xu Bing took the teacup, blew on it lightly, took a small sip, tapped his fingers on the armrest, and commented, "The tea is a bit weak."

Seeing that Xu Bing accepted the tea, the waiter poured another cup of tea and sent it to Ji Yuan. However, he bent over and held this posture for a few seconds, but Ji Yuan did not reach out to take the tea, and he looked a little helpless.

Little did he know that Ji Yuan's hands were still tied behind his back, making it impossible for him to catch her.

"Put it on the table, she doesn't like tea," Xu Bing said with a smile. The waiter nodded repeatedly and placed the tea in front of Ji Yuan.

"How did you know we were going to leave disappointed?" Ji Yuan asked. Having a rare opportunity to connect with the outside world, she was intentionally or unintentionally trying to gather more information.

"Oh," the waiter said, "It's very simple. The Imperial Advisor is ambitious and eager for quick success, which led His Majesty to cultivate Taoism, resulting in a series of natural disasters and widespread suffering among the people."

“In his eyes, the lives of ordinary people like us are worthless. Do you think he would kill an immortal for a small merchant? Would he offend the powerful forces in the mountains for the sake of ordinary people like us?”

"I guess it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, a way to gain some fame. In my opinion, this matter will eventually fizzle out."

Ji Yuan looked at Xu Bing with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He hadn't expected this guy's reputation to be so bad.

"Really?" she asked.

I don't know who I'm asking.

Xu Bing smiled and slowly sipped his tea, keeping an eye on the situation outside.

"Waiter, this tea gets cold quickly. Could you get me some wine instead? I'd like some distilled liquor." Xu Bing tossed a piece of silver to the waiter.

The waiter put the silver in his pocket, bowed, and went downstairs to get the wine.

Before long, a jar of fine wine and a stove for distilling the wine were brought over.

The fun of brewing liquor comes from doing it yourself, so Xu Bing sent the waiter off to get to work.

Only the two of them remained in the private room. Xu Bing calmly brewed the liquor, while Ji Yuan sat with his legs crossed, asking with a hint of provocation, "What's wrong? This waiter is talking about you behind your back, aren't you going to teach him a lesson?"

"A fat man weighing 300 pounds, with a face full of sores...tsk tsk tsk."

Xu Bing didn't take it to heart; as he moved his hands, the aroma of wine wafted out little by little.

“If I don’t even have this much magnanimity, then I’m not worthy of being the Imperial Advisor,” Xu Bing said leisurely, without showing any anger. “Besides, they are all subjects of my Great Xi, so it doesn’t matter if they scold me a few times.”

Ji Yuan was taken aback, then spat out a curse, "If you hadn't humiliated me so much, I would have really thought you were so magnanimous."

"That's encouragement." Xu Bing tossed the wine glass in his hand lightly, and it flew out and hovered in front of Ji Yuan's face.

"Drink it while it's hot."

Xu Bing's voice came through.

Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked at Xu Bing seriously, only then realizing that this guy really wasn't angry.

To be talked about like that to his face, yet still able to control his emotions. For a moment, she truly admired Xu Bing's composure.

Even she felt a surge of anger when she heard the part about herself. How could she, the ruler of a nation, be described this way by her people?

"The show has begun."

Xu Bing put down his wine cup and looked out the window.

Ji Yuan also turned to look out the window.

In the distance, a horse-drawn carriage was seen approaching from the street.

"Do you really want to kill an immortal?" Ji Yuan's expression couldn't help but be moved when he saw that the commotion didn't seem like a bluff.

"We'll find out soon enough," Xu Bing replied with a smile, sipping his warm wine.

……

Beneath the execution platform.

A horse-drawn carriage approached from a distance.

Shang Shoucheng strode down from the carriage, and Zhao Qingyun lifted the curtain, leaned out, and also got off the carriage.

His face was filled with undisguised arrogance, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

He held his head high and chest out. Even though his handsome appearance was somewhat diminished by the dirt on his face, it was still clear that he was a dashing young man.

"Hehe, Shang Shoucheng, are you going to throw me a farewell party or something?"

Zhao Qingyun chuckled, seeing that the area was surrounded by the people of Da Xi, but he did not see the execution platform behind him.

The immortal's sense of superiority prevented him from thinking the worst. Or perhaps... the three high-ranking officials of the imperial court had misled him too much.

But Shang Shoucheng's expression was serious.

With a loud shout, the grand spectacle of slaying an immortal began.

"Where is Zhao Qingyun?!"