Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot-Chapter 351 - 326: Avenging the Grandson

The father and daughter’s seamless chain of moves was nothing short of extraordinary. Even in his wildest dreams, Great General Han could never have imagined events spiraling so uncontrollably.

If one were to say the Miao King did this on purpose, then he must have an audacity that borders on lunacy. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Publicly assassinating the Prime Minister—madness or not, the price could only be blood for blood.

Yet if it wasn’t intentional, his exaggerated theatrics were simply too brutal on the eyes.

The townsfolk might not know the Miao King well, but could he not?

How could the Miao King possibly have gone mad?

"Miao King!"

Is there no one left in the Capital City that you hold dear?

By destroying your reputation so brazenly, even if His Majesty spares you, how do you hold your head up as a person?

The Miao King didn’t care one bit.

What did it matter if he disgraced himself here in Capital City? What did it have to do with Miaojiang? The people of Miaojiang wouldn’t know!

Great General Han wanted to intervene.

But how could he possibly be faster than the Miao King?

What shocked him even more was that, just as the Miao King’s dagger was about to pierce the Prime Minister Xun between the eyebrows, a powerful hand grasped it firmly.

The hand clutched the blade itself; fresh blood gushed from the palm, soaking through the Prime Minister’s sleeves in an instant.

Great General Han was dumbfounded. "Prime Minister..."

The Prime Minister had caught the Miao King’s dagger.

Not only was Great General Han astonished, but even Han Ci and Shangguan Ling, who had been locked in fierce combat, paused their fight.

The two of them turned toward the Prime Minister and the Miao King with expressions of disbelief.

Especially Shangguan Ling—his face looked as if he’d seen a ghost in broad daylight!

What was happening?

The Prime Minister caught the Miao King’s blade?

This was the Miao King!

Shangguan Ling prided himself on his martial prowess; aside from the Grand Commander, he had no rivals in Capital City. But even he had to admit, if the Miao King came at him with killing intent, he wouldn’t stand much of a chance against him.

"Hmph."

Yu Zichuan leaned on one arm, leapt onto the stone lion at the gates of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, and sat cross-legged, ready to spectate.

"Father?"

Liu Qingyun patted the Miao King on the shoulder.

The Miao King suddenly withdrew his dagger and barked sharply, "Who are you? Why are you impersonating the Prime Minister?!"

Blood splattered all over the Prime Minister’s face. His face turned ashen. "Miao... King!"

The Miao King sprang up and spread his arms wide: "Everyone stand back! He’s not the Prime Minister! The Prime Minister is a civil servant and doesn’t know martial arts! He’s a fraud! A traitor! Take this!"

The Miao King didn’t give the Prime Minister any chance to speak. Now that he had a valid excuse, he cast all restraint aside, lunging with murderous intent. No need to hesitate—cutting him down was pure profit!

"Great General Han, why are you standing there in a daze? Hurry up and protect the townsfolk!"

Liu Qingyun stopped the stunned Great General Han, who had been about to intervene.

Seeing the unarmed citizens, Great General Han had no choice but to follow Liu Qingyun’s advice.

Once he deployed his soldiers to encircle the crowd and shield them, the Miao King and the Prime Minister had already exchanged over a dozen moves.

"Hahahaha, you old fox!"

The Miao King was exhilarated. To have a satisfying fight like this—his entire morning pretending to be mad hadn’t been wasted!

However, this old fox’s skills were unexpectedly formidable.

"That man... doesn’t that man look exactly like the Prime Minister? I’ve seen him before. He even wears the official court attire—there’s no way I’m wrong..."

A middle-aged man muttered.

Someone clapped him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Judging by your accent, you must be an outsider who hasn’t lived in the Capital City for long. You don’t know much about our Prime Minister. The Prime Minister passed the imperial examination under the late Emperor and earned his trust. But do you know why the late Emperor valued him so highly? It’s because, one time, when the late Emperor discreetly traveled to Jiangnan to survey flood control efforts, they encountered some bandits. The only person beside the Emperor at the time was the Prime Minister.

To ensure the Emperor’s escape, the Prime Minister took several knife wounds from the bandits, nearly losing half his life! His loyalty was as clear as day. That’s why, on his deathbed, the late Emperor declared that if there was no one left from the Zong Zheng family, the kingdom could be entrusted to the Prime Minister! So moving, isn’t it?

But if he really had the kind of skills we’re seeing now, taking on a mere bandit gang wouldn’t even be a challenge—he’d probably cut through an army of ten thousand like a hot knife through butter!"

A young man chimed in passionately: "So is the current Prime Minister a fake, or was the Prime Minister back then just playing the fool? You tell me, tell me!"

Great General Han roared in anger, "Han Lin, stop spouting nonsense right now! Get your foolish self back home!"

Han Lin tucked his tail between his legs and slunk away.

Boss, your lackey has done all he can for you!

"Ah—tell me, someone!"

He howled at the sky.

Great General Han backhanded his rebellious nephew, knocked him unconscious, and threw him onto a horse, ordering his subordinates to take him away at once.

Though Han Lin was gone, his words had struck a chord with the people’s hearts.

In truth, the story about the bandits and the Emperor entrusting the Prime Minister with the kingdom was heavily embellished.

No matter how skilled the current Prime Minister might be, back then, he had been just a young upstart. The dangers he faced with the late Emperor weren’t as dire, nor was the Emperor’s regard for him as deep as Han Lin claimed.

It had all been deliberately exaggerated to highlight his importance.

Yet this narrative now served as a double-edged sword.

"You scoundrel! How dare you bully my grandson!"

The Miao King fought without reserve—if it came down to it, he didn’t mind exchanging his life to kill the Prime Minister.

In contrast, the Prime Minister had far too many concerns.

Wounds began to appear on his body before long.

Great General Han said gravely, "Miao King, whether or not he’s the Prime Minister, you cannot exact your personal vengeance on him!"

The Miao King replied, "Personal vengeance? I’m clearly helping your court capture a criminal!"

Great General Han drew his sword.

Liu Qingyun struck the hilt of his sword sharply with her palm, shoving it back into its sheath. "Great General Han, I advise you to mind your own business!"

"His Majesty has arrived—"

Amidst the eunuch’s announcement, Zong Zhengxi’s carriage arrived at the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

The Imperial Guard dismounted in unison, making way for the Emperor.

Great General Han’s soldiers, well-trained, divided the citizens into two groups, using their own bodies as barriers to prevent anyone from colliding with the imperial carriage.

Great General Han said sternly, "Miao King, the Emperor has arrived. Will you not cease your attack?"

"Cease attack? Fine, we’ll both stop together!"

Hands locked in combat, the Miao King addressed the Prime Minister, "I’ll count to three—no tricks!"

The Prime Minister stared icily at the Miao King.

"One, two, three!"

The Miao King let go.

The Prime Minister relaxed his fists as well, straightened his robes, and prepared to greet the Emperor.

"Your servant greets—"

"Take this!"

The Miao King kicked him flying!

"Prime Minister!"

Great General Han was alarmed!

Earlier, the Prime Minister had been on guard, so while the Miao King had wounded him, they were merely superficial injuries.

But this time, he never anticipated such a shameless move.

The kick landed squarely, sending him hurtling backward until he slammed into the stone lion at the gate.

Yu Zichuan could have caught him but nimbly sidestepped instead.

His expression seemed to say: Don’t touch me!

The Prime Minister tumbled onto the ground in a sorry state.

Xun Qi, who had just stepped out of the residence, looked horrified, "Foster Father!"

Great General Han yelled, "Miao King, you—"

The Miao King cupped his hands and bowed toward the Emperor. "Your Majesty, I was wrong! I lost my mind! I broke my promise! I couldn’t restrain my foot! I am willing to accept any punishment!"

Zong Zhengxi: "..."