sbdcsierra Chapter 501 One step is wrong, every step is wrong
Chapter 501 One step is wrong, every step is wrong
Sikong Shu was fully aware of Xing Qiyu's assassination attempt. He had considered secretly helping, but considering his own situation, he held back. Back in the capital, Emperor Xing Qiyu was keeping a close eye on the Sikong family. If they made even the slightest mistake, their fate would be the same as the Ji family's!
Fortunately, the Ji family is doing well now, as they were able to escape with the help of Sikong Jin and Tang Jingyao. Otherwise, Sikong Shu is certain that with Xing Qiyu's vicious mind, even if he wanted to escape, he would have first massacred the Ji family to pay with his life!
Sikong Jin...
Thinking of this, Sikong Shu felt a pang of regret. How could he have been so blind? He had actually abandoned such a formidable character!
Now, however, she, Sikong Jin, is...
The Northern Emperor's regard for her is probably far more than that. He might even take her back to the Great Zhou and make her a concubine, or even an empress. If such a great honor were to fall into the hands of the Sikong family, the Sikong clan would be on the rise to prominence!
The Empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the Northern Emperor has no concubines at all. Just thinking about this made Sikong Shu gasp, his heart filled with turmoil.
But now that I think about it, it all seems so distant. Given their previous attitude towards Sikong Jin, he felt lucky that Sikong Jin didn't let Di Beizun wipe out his entire family!
What a wrong step, wrong step!
I only hope that the Northern Emperor will consider his merits this time and show leniency.
"Your Majesty, I don't know about Ajin..."
Sikong Shu had not heard any news from Sikong Jin, and after thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask.
"Does Patriarch Sikong still remember my Ajin?"
Upon hearing Sikong Shu's words, a cold smile appeared on Di Beizun's handsome, aloof face, and a chilling light appeared in his unfathomable eyes. He turned around and stared intently at Sikong Shu, whose face was pale and who was trembling slightly.
Sikong Shu was almost at a loss for words. The imposing presence of the superior made him tremble, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He barely managed to suppress his fear and unease before saying, "Your Majesty is too kind. As Ajin is the eldest granddaughter of my Sikong family, this old minister naturally misses her and is often concerned about whether she is doing well outside. This time, when we attacked the capital of Dayong, I heard that Ajin had also returned. I really wanted to see her to ease my longing, but I don't know where Ajin is now?"
Sikong Shu barely managed to finish speaking.
As Sikong Shu finished speaking, Di Beizun's smile became even more alluring and colder. "I don't recall that your Sikong family has such a grandson. I thought that Ajin only had Madam Sikong and Sikong Mo as her two relatives."
Upon hearing Emperor Beizun's words, Sikong Shu immediately knelt down, sweating profusely, and said, "It was this old minister's negligence, please punish me, Your Majesty! This old minister is sorry..."
"Alright, get up, Patriarch Sikong! You should keep these words to Ajin yourself. I will not interfere with her decisions regarding your Sikong family. Although I am very dissatisfied with your Sikong family, I will not make things difficult for you in consideration of your merit in breaching the city this time. Ajin can do whatever she wants."
Di Beizun interrupted Sikong Shu and said coldly.
"His Majesty……"
Sikong Shu shuddered, truly regretting his actions!
Di Beizun glanced at him indifferently, his smile growing colder. He was about to step into the hall when Feng Yang's anxious and tense voice came from behind him—
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"
Feng Yang was always calm and composed, but when he shouted like that, Di Beizun immediately frowned, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Feng Yang who was rushing over, and said coldly, "What is it?"
"His Majesty!"
Feng Yang took a difficult breath, panting several times before continuing, "Your Majesty, Lord Sikong... Lord Sikong and Tang Jingyao led their troops to pursue Xing Qiyu..."
However, before Feng Yang could finish speaking, the noble and aloof Emperor's face darkened, his dark eyes flickered a few times, and in the end he said nothing. He took a deep breath and continued to explain the post-war matters to his ministers.
Even so, Feng Yang could clearly sense the suppressed anger emanating from His Majesty, and he secretly pondered—
Lord Sikong, you're in deep trouble this time. The calmer His Majesty appears, the angrier he is. He'll definitely have a hard time dealing with you later!
After nearly half a month of rectification, the capital of Dayong has finally returned to basic peace. The dilapidated houses have been repaired and the city has regained its former prosperity.
The Northern Emperor quelled his discontent with ruthless and thunderous methods, slaughtering many who refused to submit in a fit of rage. The piles of corpses were so dense they resembled a mountain, shocking everyone. He then began to issue a series of decrees, reducing taxes, encouraging land reclamation and agriculture, and implementing new policies, adopting a management system that combined legal and moral approaches.
As soon as the new policy was announced, many people breathed a sigh of relief. This policy was far better than the corrupt policies of the previous Da Yong era.
What ordinary people actually want is very simple. They are very practical. As long as you sincerely serve the people, they will naturally be happy to support you.
Within a month, the Great Zhou had almost taken control of the entire Great Yong. The Northern Emperor also transferred a large amount of resources from the Great Zhou to assist in the reconstruction of Great Yong and distributed winter subsidies to the people. In an instant, the image of the Northern Emperor in the hearts of the people immediately changed from a bloodthirsty tyrant to a noble and great monarch!
After nearly a month of recuperation, and with the help of Fu Hua's meticulous care, Ji Wuge's injuries have greatly improved.
Inside a separate courtyard of Fengyun Tower.
Ji Wuge sat on the soft couch by the window, letting Xing Fuhua help him change the bandage on his arm.
"Brother Ji, the wound has already scabbed over. Thanks to this top-quality skin-regenerating ointment, there hasn't been any major scarring. Don't worry, it will be fine after removing the gauze in a few days."
Xing Fuhua carefully tied the gauze, finally relieved, and looked at Ji Wuge, whose face was still somewhat pale, and said softly.
Upon hearing this, Ji Wuge smiled gratefully and said, "Thank you, Your Highness. You've taken good care of me these past few days. You've worked so hard."
Xing Fuhua put away what she was holding and smiled slightly. "Brother Ji, please don't say that. The reason you ended up like this is all because of me. Otherwise, you could have escaped on your own and wouldn't have fallen into Xing Qiyu's hands and suffered this. I've always felt bad about it. Fortunately, Brother Jin and Brother Tang rescued us all."