Li Yuanxu kept talking about Li Zhaowen as if he had gone mad.
Then he put on a pitiful look and cried.
Li Jianwen comforted him, yet looked at the jade tablet in his hand with curiosity, subconsciously activating it—
The power of the Yin Yang Family was activated, and imdiately what erged was the laughter of Li Yuanxu, that free and easy laughter, mixed with half-genuine, half-feigned cries of misery, which gave off a peculiar sensation.
Accompanied by a deep humming sound and the stirring of Primordial Qi, the figures of Li Yuanxu and those Demon Sect won were vividly recreated using the Yin Yang Family’s thods, appearing before Li Jianwen and Li Yuanxu, extrely lifelike and effective.
This was a technique taught by Siming, with the silver-haired girl personally leaving the image.
Li Zhaowen personally brought three jars of fine wine, asking the elderly Siming to personally replicate it.
It was as if they were truly in the scene.
As the illusionary scene unfolded, the carefree and unrestrained side of Li Yuanxu, along with words of plotting against their father, finding joy in trampling both elder brother and second sister into the dust, were revealed. Li Yuanxu’s cries halted, replaced by a shiver.
He felt the hand supporting his shoulder suddenly turn rigid.
His brother’s once gentle hand was now like a weapon forged of iron, gripping his shoulder.
Li Yuanxu stiffly and slowly raised his head.
He saw his elder brother looking down at him, the warmth in those eyes gradually dissipating, and Li Yuanxu’s body trembled:
"Brother, brother, I was wrong, truly wrong."
"It was them, they drugged , they enticed , brother!"
"We are flesh and blood from the sa parents, brother, blood is thicker than water, I was truly wrong!"
"Brother, brother!!!"
Li Yuanxu’s pleading voice ceased, turning into a scream of agony.
......
Li Zhaowen had untied the knot in her heart, no longer caring about what happened next.
Before taking action, she had severed the entire intelligence network of Xiyi City, with her own forces stationed at the city gates.
At this mont, she took her sword and headed towards the Duke Mansion. Inside the Duke Mansion, Duke Li stood dumbfounded, as it was already under the control of the Xuanjia Army—this batch of Xuanjia soldiers were absolute elites who had once fought on the battlefield, and the clashing of their armor sounded extrely severe and cold, silent and disciplined, surrounding the Duke Mansion with formations.
Duke Li drew his sword, coldly saying, "Do you intend to rebel!!!"
The Xuanjia Army only responded with, "We dare not."
Li Shude said, "Then, step aside!!"
But this group of Xuanjia soldiers only respectfully stood there with hands cupped, not daring to commit any offense, yet absolutely refusing to give way. Li Shude, with anxious anger, feared a fratricidal conflict might occur. In his haste, his sword was about to swing down.
A hand reached out, grabbing Li Shude’s wrist.
This hand was incredibly strong, and Li Shude couldn’t break free for a mont.
Li Shude looked, it was Xiahou Duan, the renowned general who had fought alongside him since their youth, even in dire straits like Yen Pass, always stayed with Li Shude, through life and death, never once betraying him, had stopped Li Shude.
Xiahou Duan whispered, "My Lord, the Second Young Lady has her own ideas."
"She couldn’t possibly do sothing outrageous."
Li Shude was stunned and noticed Xiahou Duan’s gaze shifting away, refusing to et his own eyes.
Suddenly, Li Shude had an epiphany.
This general, utterly loyal to him, even willing to risk his life, had sided with Li Zhaowen in this matter. How did this daughter of his earn the recognition of people like Xiahou Duan?
Was it her campaigns across the lands, or her standing at twenty-seventh on the Divine General List despite her young age?
Or had this daughter, whom he thought couldn’t escape the palm of his hand, long surpassed his expectations and control?
At this mont, Li Shude suddenly felt a sense of overwhelming fate, the previous eagerness and anger, the power as if it would burst his entire emotion all vanished, drawn out from within.
His hand lost strength, and the sword fell to the ground.
Just then, where the envoys of Ying Country resided was engulfed in fierce flas, a phoenix’s Dharma Form took flight from the blaze, its golden flas illuminating the entire firmant as if a great sun had risen.
Amidst this spectacle of the phoenix soaring to the sky, Duke Li saw his daughter, covered in blood, approaching, her presence significantly intimidating, with an icy murderous intent spreading.
Li Shude’s voice trembled: "You, you..."
Li Zhaowen tossed away the sword scabbard, saying, "Father, I have made a choice for you."
Li Shude’s trembling voice asked, "Did you kill your brother?"
Li Zhaowen looked at Li Shude and said, "No."
Li Shude, unsure how to feel for a mont, staggered back half a step. This retreat was a mix of relieved joy, awe of his child’s formidable presence, perhaps the relief of escaping after making a decision, or fear towards his daughter.
He himself no longer knew.
Li Shude, in a daze, suddenly coughed up blood and fell back.
Xiahou Duan’s expression changed drastically, he supported Duke Li’s arm personally, escorting him inside to rest.
And on this day, Xiyi City’s entire intelligence was locked down, especially those from Ying Country, regardless of their background or origin, they were not allowed to leave Xiyi City.
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