Joy of Life: Born to Ye Qingmei, raised by Li Yunrui

Chen Pingping glanced around at the various members of the Overwatch Council with their differing expressions.

He glanced again at Ye Tian not far away, then fixed his gaze on Emperor Qing, and said clearly, word by word:

"Your Majesty, have you forgotten? Who established the rudimentary form of the Censorate? Who set the Censorate's mission as 'to oversee the realm, check and balance imperial power, and speak out for the people'? Who handed the first Censorate token to this old servant?"

Upon hearing these words, Emperor Qing's face turned deathly pale in an instant!

He seemed to recall something extremely distant yet unforgettable; his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.

A complex and unfathomable light flashed in Chen Pingping's eyes, a mixture of reminiscence, sorrow, and an unwavering resolve:

"It's her. It's Ye Qingmei! The Censorate—it's a legacy she left for this world, for the Qing Kingdom, and for this old servant! She hoped this institution could oversee imperial power, curb darkness, and bring more light and justice to the world!"

"Therefore, Your Majesty," Chen Pingping's voice suddenly rose, filled with unprecedented determination, "this old servant stands here today not to betray, but to fulfill the mission established at the founding of the Overwatch Council! And more importantly, to seek justice for Qingmei that has been far too long overdue! Ye Tian's actions may have been excessive, but which of those he killed did not deserve to die? Which of them did not have Qingmei's blood on their hands, or commit the sin of hindering her ideals?"

"Today, with this old servant and the Censorate here, if Your Majesty wishes to harm the Grand Marshal, you'll have to step over our dead bodies first!"

As Chen Pingping finished speaking, the shadow behind him and all the members of the Overwatch Council stepped forward in unison, their bodies radiating a chilling killing intent, fiercely confronting Emperor Qing's domineering imperial pressure!

At this moment, the entire Cold Palace fell into a deathly silence.

Emperor Qing looked at the dramatic scene before him, at Chen Pingping, who had once been obedient to him but now openly defied him for the sake of a dead man, and at the members of the Supervisory Council who shared his hatred for the enemy. His face turned ashen, and the anger in his chest almost burned him to ashes!

He never expected that the Censorate, which he relied on most, actually harbored Ye Qingmei's seeds from the very beginning!

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Chen Pingping's words, "To seek justice for Qingmei that is far too long overdue," resounded like a thunderclap in the deathly silence of the Cold Palace! Not only Emperor Qing, but also the guards and eunuchs beside his imperial carriage, as well as the remaining imperial guards in the distance who were already terrified, were completely stunned the moment they heard these words!

The Chief Justice of the Censorate, His Majesty the Emperor's most trusted and trusted advisor.

How could he openly declare that he wanted to avenge Ye Qingmei, who had long since passed away and was even considered taboo?

Moreover, he stood with Ye Qingmei's son, Prince Qin Ye Tian, ​​who was now wreaking havoc in the palace, right in front of the emperor!

How earth-shattering! How utterly heretical!

"He's gone mad, Dean Chen has gone mad too!"

"Good heavens, is the Censorate going to openly defy His Majesty?"

"Ye Qingmei, it's Ye Qingmei again. Is this name a curse on the Qing Kingdom?"

Countless people were in turmoil, feeling that everything happening before their eyes was so unreal. Some eunuchs and palace maids with weaker mental fortitude even collapsed to the ground with their legs giving way. Some were even more shocked and terrified, and their crotches became hot, causing them to lose control of their bladders on the spot, emitting a foul stench. But at this moment, no one had the mind to care about such things.

Emperor Qing's face at this moment could no longer be described as ashen; it was a mixture of rage, horror, and the unbelievable twist and ferocity of being betrayed by the person he trusted most!

"Fine! Fine! Fine, fine! Chen Pingping! Fine, fine, the Censorate!" Emperor Qing was furious, trembling with rage. He pointed at Chen Pingping, each word seemingly spat out from between his teeth, filled with boundless resentment and murderous intent: "You think your mere Censorate can stand against me? Let me tell you, wishful thinking!"

He suddenly turned to Ye Tian, ​​his eyes filled with a hatred that seemed to want to devour Ye Tian alive:

"And you, you bastard! Today I will first have that old dog Chen Pingping executed by slow slicing, then I will grind you two to dust! I won't let that little bastard Fan Xian go either! I will make your entire Ye clan disappear from this world, never to be reincarnated!"

Emperor Qing's roar echoed throughout the Cold Palace. The terrifying aura of a peak Grandmaster erupted from his body once again without reservation, even more violent and reckless than when he had threatened Ye Tian before! He seemed truly determined to personally intervene and slaughter all those who defied him!

However, faced with Emperor Qing's earth-shattering threat, Chen Pingping showed no fear whatsoever. He simply looked at Emperor Qing quietly, a hint of sorrow and pity flashing in his deep eyes.

Just as Emperor Qing's momentum reached its peak, and he was about to make his move, Chen Pingping made a move that made everyone, especially Emperor Qing, nearly pop their eyes out—

He actually took a slow step forward!

And then, another step!

His two legs, which should have long since atrophied and become one with the wheelchair, were now steadily supporting his body. Although his steps were slightly unsteady, they were incredibly firm!

"Your legs, your legs!!!" Emperor Qing pointed at Chen Pingping's legs as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. His voice became sharp and shrill due to extreme shock. Even he himself did not realize that the overwhelming killing intent that had just risen was actually choked up at this moment, and even showed signs of dissipating!

He screamed incoherently, "This, how is this possible?! Weren't your legs already crippled?! Back then, back in Northern Qi, you were trampled by a warhorse while trying to save me, your meridians were shattered, and even Ye Qingmei was helpless. This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

The Emperor's heart was filled with an even more violent storm than when Chen Pingping rebelled!

He knew better than anyone the severity of Chen Pingping's injuries back then; it was a disability that even a miracle couldn't cure! He even once believed that Chen Pingping's disability was one of the strongest chains he used to control this confidant, because a crippled person, no matter how intelligent, would find it difficult to harbor great ambitions.

But now, that chain is broken!

Not only Emperor Qing, but everyone around who knew Chen Pingping's background, including the old guards of the Censorate and some old palace guards, were all stunned, staring at Chen Pingping, who straightened his back and walked step by step from the shadows into the light, as if he had been reborn.

"Oh my god, the dean's leg is really healed!"

"A miracle! This must be a miracle!"

"Could it be...could it be His Highness, the King of Qin?"

Countless speculations and gasps of amazement rippled through the crowd. Some timid guards, after witnessing Ye Liuyun's dethronement, Hong Sixiang's near-death experience, the Empress's murder, and Chen Pingping's rebellion and miraculous resurrection, suffered a complete mental breakdown. Their legs buckled, and they followed in the footsteps of the other eunuchs, defecating and urinating on the spot. The stench of blood mingled with the stench of feces, adding to the absurdity of this hellish cold palace.

Ignoring the shock of the crowd, Chen Pingping quietly walked to Ye Tian's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, facing together the Emperor Qing on the dragon carriage, whose face was distorted by excessive shock and anger.

"Your Majesty," Chen Pingping's voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of mockery, "nothing in this world is impossible. Just like back then, who could have imagined that Your Majesty would so ruthlessly kill Qingmei for the sake of the throne?"

These words, like the sharpest dagger, pierced Emperor Qing's heart once again!

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Chen Pingping's words, like a sharp knife piercing Emperor Qing's heart, caused the emperor's aura to freeze. He stared intently at Chen Pingping, as if trying to find even the slightest hint of bluff in his calm and expressionless face.

However, no.

Chen Pingping's eyes were as calm as a bottomless pool of cold water, yet they carried a hint of icy mockery.

And at this moment.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching the ears of everyone present: "Your Majesty need not be so surprised. The reason my legs are in this condition is entirely thanks to the Grand Marshal. His medical skills are already divine, far beyond what ordinary people can imagine."

"Ye Tian, ​​it's Ye Tian again!" Emperor Qing felt dizzy. This name was like a persistent nightmare, tearing his proud knowledge and control to shreds time and time again! First, his martial arts strength was unfathomable, and now he has displayed miraculous medical skills, enabling Chen Pingping, whose legs had been crippled for decades, to stand up again!

Enjoy reading "Joy of Life: Ye Qingmei, the Birth Mother, and Li Yunrui, the Raising Child".