Mountain Patrol Military Officer-Chapter 966 - 643: Welcoming the Martial Saint, Sir! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)
"Jiannan Road, Chen Yuan, brings a head as a gift!"
Outside the crimson gate, a voice, slightly trembling as if mustering all its strength, lost its original form and permeated through several layers of red gates, stretched along the central hall line, through the front hall, the square, the inner courtyard grand hall, wandering over the Prince Mansion.
Along the lengthy corridor leading to the inner courtyard’s main hall, a long table filled with banquet delicacies extended from the hall to outside, guests flowing abundantly, the scene grand and glorious.
At this moment, the sounds of ceremonial music resonated, gongs and drums clamored, congratulatory voices filled the air, and the Beiliang King’s Banner flapped in the wind.
In the main hall of the Prince Mansion, Princely Heir Xiao Ye sat at the seat of honor, clad in a Python Robe, full of vigor, receiving congratulatory wishes from the Western Desert Kui envoy and the envious yet restrained glances of his brothers sitting at the side and back of the hall;
The court’s special envoy, Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites Xu Liang, sat opposite, drinking sullenly, secretly amazed at the scale of the heir’s coronation ceremony, as almost all the noble families of Beiliang were present;
Outside the hall, beneath the steps on the square, outdoor banquet tables lined both sides. In front of the banquet table of several people from East Xuan Mountain, Qingfeng Pavilion’s Young Master Lu Yuanjun, in a gentleman’s mild demeanor, came to invite Brother Shen Jian, Han Zhong, and others to congratulate the Princely Heir.
"Brother Shen suffered yesterday, I feel unsettled in my heart. Why not come with me to congratulate the Heir, thus resolving the matter and avoiding complications in the future? It would be even better if Senior Han would join us!" The Young Master’s tone was sincere.
With his arm broken, Shen Jian kept his head down, drinking sullenly, sensing mocking gazes around him, his body trembling, about to stand up; a hand beside him patted his shoulder, pressing him down. Second Senior Brother Qiao Lang faced Lu Yuanjun, brow furrowed, spat a single word at him,
"Scram!"
Lu Yuanjun’s face changed for a moment, seemingly realizing something, laughed lightly, snapped his fan in hand, and turned with a sidelong glance.
"I advise you not to act recklessly!"
Saying so, he glanced at the few people with increasingly somber expressions, intending to leave.
As he took a step, a loud voice came from outside the Prince Mansion gate.
"Jiannan Road, Chen Yuan, brings a head as a gift!"
"Jiannan Road, Chen Yuan, brings a head..."
The voice echoed like through a nine-turn corridor, ceaselessly and with an increasingly higher pitch.
In an instant, the tumultuous congratulatory sounds eerily disappeared, many halted their actions, their gazes following the voice through the red gates, square, looking with perplexity and disbelief toward the Mansion gate.
Was it misheard?
At this moment, a small dark point flew swiftly from afar toward the inner courtyard, accompanied by a rapid sound piercing the air, heading straight for the grand hall.
Next second,
"ceng"
"ceng"
"ceng"
The crisp and clear sounds of blades and swords unsheathing rang out.
In front of the inner hall doors, several clangorous sounds of weapons, a dozen blades swiftly cleaved the flying dark point, which turned out to be an ebony box.
Amidst the splattering wood fragments, an object fell out from the shattered box, landed on the ground, and rolled down the steps in front of the grand hall.
"Gulu"
"Gulu"
The object bounced and rolled, swiftly rolling down the steps, along the red carpet, stopping about a meter away from Qingfeng Pavilion’s Young Master Lu Yuanjun’s feet!
Beneath the steps, as numerous guests saw the object roll down the steps, sounds of shock arose, followed by the noise of startled guests knocking over tables and chairs as they stood. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
It was a blood-soaked head!
The head was drenched in blood, hair scattered, eyes wide open like copper bells, pupils flashing fear and resentment, blood strands crawled like a web across the whites, mouth agape.
It appeared fierce!
Already lifeless!
"A head."
"Who’s so bold?"
"....."
The guests were appalled, wondering who dared to bring such a thing to such an important occasion, were they courting death?
Instantly, a clamor ensued.
And in front of where the head stopped, Qingfeng Pavilion’s Young Master Lu Yuanjun stared at the head, the smile at the corner of his mouth frozen, his pupils widened.
"Uncle!"
He recognized the owner of the head as his uncle Lu Jiang, stationed at Beiliang Garrison.
This uncle occupied an important position as a commander in Beiliang Governor’s Office and held a critical status within the Lu Family. Six months ago, he was deployed by the court to support Shu—how could he end up dead here?
Lu Yuanjun’s heart surged with waves, and before the inner hall, the clashing sounds of armor intensified, with a large batch of Beiliang Armor Soldiers clad in Black Gold Heavy Armor rapidly deploying, guarding the grand hall in multiple layers, forming a cold forest of blades and spears.
Inside the grand hall, the ceremonial music halted.
Listening to the commotion outside, some frowned, puzzled but not concerned, thinking, those seated in the grand hall were all prominent figures, what kind of trouble could arise?
Even pondering, who is Jiannan Road’s Chen Yuan?
Among those pondering was Princely Heir Xiao Ye, who initially was basking in the peak of his life, abruptly interrupted, frowning and looking outside the hall with a murderous gaze.
But soon, a sound of a wine cup shattering suddenly arose in the grand hall, like a silver bottle bursting, stirring the hall’s energies into tumult.
Several Prince Mansion officials and Beiliang Army generals rose in unison, their intense gazes fixed toward the outside hall.
This movement startled the others in the grand hall.
They saw the wine cup fallen to the ground belonged to Yan Sun, discovering this Prince Mansion Chief Historian’s expression was tinged with shock.
And the several generals from the Prince Mansion stood up, faces solemn, their robust Miyamoto’s Energy Mechanism surged forth like drawn swords, ready and alert, as if confronting a formidable foe!
Most striking to everyone, sitting on the throne, was the tiger-like Prince, at this moment also rising, eyes emitting a penetrating light, fixating on the hall’s exterior, the Mansion’s gate.
