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Chapter 86: Chapter 86 Great Changes in the Jade Capital (First Update, Please Subscribe)
Jade Capital.
As the capital of the great Chang Country, it is now on the verge of a storm, with powerful individuals from all factions quietly converging.
Early morning.
The sun rises in the east.
The Taihe Gate of the imperial palace slowly opens, and a neatly arranged parade slowly moves out from the gate.
In the parade, an elegant and magnificent huge phoenix carriage is particularly eye-catching, bearing flags with the Nine Phoenix Pattern.
In the entire imperial family of Chang Country, only one person is qualified to use the Nine Phoenix Carriage, and that is the Grand Empress Dowager.
The Grand Empress Dowager, who had long resided in the deep palace, suddenly made such a significant move to leave, immediately drawing the attention of various forces.
"It seems that the Martial Emperor has ultimately chosen her after all."
On a pavilion, someone watched from afar and let out a sigh.
"This is not in accordance with the rules, how can the Grand Empress Dowager be in charge of that thing?"
"Yes, I am also puzzled. Doesn’t the Martial Emperor fear that the Grand Empress Dowager will monopolize power, triggering a reenactment of the chaos caused by Queen Yin over two hundred years ago?"
"As members of the imperial family, we must stop her."
"How to stop it? The Martial Emperor’s word is law; who can change his decision?"
"Alas, chaos is starting again."
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The parade heads eastward, leaving the palace city, crossing over the Jade River, passing East Mountain, and entering directly into the Imperial Ancestral Land.
At the entrance of the Imperial Ancestral Land, a line of figures block the way.
These figures are all elderly people, dressed in various python robes, prostrating across the center of the road.
"We earnestly request the Grand Empress Dowager to return to the imperial palace."
"We earnestly request the Grand Empress Dowager to return to the imperial palace."
"We earnestly request the Grand Empress Dowager to return to the imperial palace."
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"Why are you all so muddled, deceived by others, and willing to heed baseless rumors? Step aside now," a slightly commanding female voice came from within the Nine Phoenix Carriage.
"We simply wish to prevent the chaos of Queen Yin from happening again over two hundred years ago." 𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑝𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝘮
An old man with white hair spoke loudly, "If the Grand Empress Dowager does not return to the palace, I am prepared to spill my blood at the gates of the ancestral land."
At this moment, orderly footsteps came from within the ancestral land, followed immediately by a large group of red-clothed Martial Artists who rushed out, wielding whips, and began to mercilessly flog those who were kneeling and blocking the way.
Soon, blood covered the faces of these figures, accompanied by wailing.
After the beating, the red-clothed Martial Artists dragged them aside.
From beginning to end, those who had significant cultivation among them did not dare to resist.
Because they knew that these red-clothed Martial Artists were the Forbidden Guard of the ancestral land, and were only acting upon orders from the Martial Emperor.
The Grand Empress Dowager’s Nine Phoenix Carriage arrived at the gates of the ancestral land.
Quickly, a woman dressed in a palace attire with a phoenix crown descended from the carriage.
In appearance, she looked to be around forty, with scarcely a wrinkle on her face, but her eyes contained infinite vicissitudes.
Needless to say, this woman was the Grand Empress Dowager.
Just over three years ago, she had celebrated her two-hundredth birthday.
Such a method of maintaining a youthful appearance was truly unfathomable.
She paused briefly, cast a glance at those people, then emotionlessly entered the ancestral land.
Those who had been whipped looked at the Grand Empress Dowager entering the ancestral land and all started to wail and cry bitterly.
"Ancestral forebears... you are being so foolish. Have you forgotten the chaos caused by Queen Yin over two hundred years ago?"
"Ancestral forebears, please reconsider... the Holy Artifact of our imperial family cannot be handed over to an outsider..."
"Ancestral forebears, if the Holy Artifact falls into the hands of an outsider, it will mark the beginning of a disaster..."
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Many of them attempted to rush into the ancestral land but were all stopped by the red-clothed Martial Artists.
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On a distant mountain peak.
Several figures watch the events unfolding outside the ancestral land.
"It seems the Martial Emperor is determined to hand over the Holy Artifact to the Grand Empress Dowager, making such a crucial decision at this time, which is truly beyond my expectation," said an old man dressed like a scholar with his hands clasped behind his back, sighing.
"If he hadn’t done so, we wouldn’t have come here to stop him."
Said a crone wielding a Fine Iron Crutch coldly.
"Amitabha, such a Holy Artifact should naturally be in the hands of an imperial Martial Emperor’s offspring... it is our duty to restore order out of chaos," murmured a grey-robed monk with a compassionate expression.
"Indeed, as a duke of Chang Country, I cannot allow the chaos of Queen Yin to happen again..."
The speaker was a tall elderly man with black whiskers and a vermillion mole between his eyebrows, bright as blood.
Most peculiarly, he had six fingers on each hand.
All present were renowned Heavenly Persons of Chang Country, all gathered here at this moment.
Regardless of their underlying intentions, they all had one goal at this moment: to prevent the Grand Empress Dowager from taking control of the Holy Artifact of the imperial family.
Once the Grand Empress Dowager possesses the Holy Artifact, she could potentially become an invincible Emperor Level Heavenly Person, which was completely contrary to the interests of all the kings throughout the land and the many martial arts sects.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh...
The figures suddenly leaped into the air, flying rapidly towards the Imperial Ancestral Land.
As they arrived above the Imperial Ancestral Land, a stern voice called out, "How audacious to trespass on the Imperial Ancestral Land..."
"On behalf of the dukes and sects everywhere, we hope that His Majesty the Martial Emperor will reconsider and pass the Holy Artifact to the prince, to reassure the hearts of all under heaven."
The elderly man with the vermillion mole and black whiskers, standing firmly in mid-air, said loudly.
"The decree of His Majesty the Martial Emperor cannot be altered. Are you all intending to rebel? Retreat immediately."
That voice sounded once again.
"We are merely attempting to clear the influence from the monarch’s side, this is not rebellion."
The black-whiskered elder sneered, and then abruptly lifted his hand, which launched a dragon-shaped claw with the roar of a dragon. A surge of True Image Level Martial Intent permeated the air, aiming to seize the Grand Empress Dowager who was heading towards the Candle Dragon Hall.
