Chapter Nineteenth: Righteous Words

  "Agreed!"

  The red-clothed swordsman took orders and quickly walked over, surrounding Li Mu in the middle.

  Li Mu is a good hand, the red-clothed swordsman is not as good as him. The question is whether Li Mu can resist the king's order? Li Mu is a loyal minister, he can reason with King Zhao Xiao of Song, but it is impossible for him to resist the king's order.

  "This... " When it comes to fighting, Li Mu's skills are unmatched by few, but when it comes to handling this kind of thing, Li Mu is not good at it, and he is at a loss.

  The red-clothed swordsman didn't say a word, and removed the sword from Li Mu's waist, which meant to disarm Li Mu.

  For a soldier, his weapon is his second life, extremely precious. Having his sword taken away, Li Mu's face turned gloomy.

  "My lord, this is impossible, it absolutely cannot be done." Zhao Mu hurriedly stepped forward to plead on behalf of Li Mu.

  She is already a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river, herself in danger, but at this moment, she is pleading for Li Mu, which is really precious.

  "This is all my fault, it has nothing to do with General Li." Zhao's mother was anxious to clear General Li's name, her words were sincere and urgent.

  However, King Zhao of Song did not listen to her. When he heard this, his anger grew even greater. He pointed at her nose and scolded: "You old hag, it's all because you didn't give birth to a good son, but instead gave birth to a pig-headed fool. Take them out and behead them together."

  "Yes!" The red-clothed swordsman acknowledged the order and carried Zhao Mu away.

  "There are still them!" Zhao Xiang Wang was relentless, and with a single finger, he pointed at the hundreds of members of the Zhao Kuo family kneeling on the ground, preparing to eradicate them all.

  The red-clad swordsman took orders and had Zhao Kuo's family taken away.

  All the officials of Zhao were silent as cicadas in winter, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly, pursing their lips tightly, afraid that making a slight sound would bring disaster upon themselves.

  Li Mu Hu's eyes bulged, glaring at the group of officials, and scolded: "You, you, when the General was alive, you were busy rushing around in front of his horse, vowing to live and die with the Zhao family. Now that the General's bones are not yet cold, you have forgotten all about it. Where is your conscience? Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?"

  What he said was all true, and the officials heard it with their own ears, feeling ashamed in their hearts, but they didn't make a sound, not even passing gas.

  "Behead him quickly, what a poisonous tongue!" Moreover, some officials were eager to kill Li Mu earlier, his words were really too unpleasant.

  "Chancellor, say something." Li Mu was disappointed with the group of ministers and could only place his hopes on Pingyuan Jun.

  "She deserved her punishment and died with excess guilt!" However, what Ping Yuan Jun said was enough to make Li Mu suffocate.

  "Chancellor, you can't do this. General Shang is a general, and Auntie's single-handed obstruction is all because of your strong recommendation. How can you blame Auntie for this?" Li Mu was furious, his thunderous roar echoing through the mountains, his voice like a great bell, revealing his awe-inspiring authority without a doubt.

  Pingyuan Jun's face turned red, he waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Quickly, push him out, behead him!"

  Because Zhao Kuo was a general, he was highly recommended by Pingyuan Jun. In order to save his own life, he could only let the family of Zhao Kuo die; otherwise, it would be him who died.

  Die for a friend, don't die for a poor way.

  "My lord, I wish to ask for a pardon for my aunt's life in exchange for military merit. I am willing to defeat the Xiongnu and pacify the three Hu tribes for you!" Li Mu was really at his wit's end and had no choice but to beg.

  At that time, the three Hu and Xiongnu in the north of Zhao were the biggest threats. The state of Zhao had been fighting with these barbarians for a long time and was exhausted. If Li Mu could really defeat the three Hu and Xiongnu, it would be a great joy, enough to save the life of the Queen Mother.

  However, Zhao Xiang Wang disdainfully said: "Li Mu, do you think you can still be a general? You're just daydreaming! Behead them, behead all of them!" He swung his hand fiercely, as if shooing away flies.

  "I think of Li Mu, who could not die in battle on the sandy field, but instead died unjustly in the imperial court. How sad! Li Mu let out a sigh to the heavens, and tears fell from his tiger-like eyes, filled with extreme sorrow and indignation."

  Li Mu is not afraid of death, but this way of dying is too miserable. His best destination should be to die in battle on the battlefield.

  Thus, Li Mu, Zhao Mu and Zhao Kuo's family members were pushed by the Red Sword Guards towards the outside, their heads about to fall.

  Zhao Xiaowang's eyes sparkled with excitement, his face filled with delight, he could finally vent his anger.

  The whole face of the Lord Pingyuan was full of joy, as long as Zhao Mu died, his life would be worry-free, and he had already promoted Zhao Kuo to general, he was still the Lord Pingyuan, the "virtuous name" of the Lord Pingyuan spread far.

  The officials of Zhao state secretly let out a sigh of relief. The defeat at Changping was a huge stone weighing on their minds, making it hard for them to breathe. The reason was that the King of Zhao wanted to hold someone accountable, and they were worried about who would be made the scapegoat. After executing the families of Zhao Mu, Zhao Kuo, and Li Muo, this matter would pass, and they could continue to enjoy their high positions and fat salaries, living a life of luxury and comfort, how delightful!

  "Haha!"

  Just at this critical moment, a loud and crazy laugh suddenly rang out.

  "Who?" Zhao Xiaocheng Wang let out a loud roar, daring to laugh wildly in the imperial court, how dare he? He was ready to chop this person into pieces, with fierce light flashing in his eyes. When he finally saw who was laughing, his face twisted instantly, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

  "It's him!" The Pingyuan Jun and the group of ministers saw clearly, each one was shocked, their jaws almost hitting the floor.

  The one who is laughing is none other than Qin Yi himself.

  Qin Yiren not only laughed, but also threw his head back towards the sky, laughing extremely wildly, as if he had heard the most laughable joke in the world, with his body swaying back and forth. While laughing, he also slapped his thigh, completely disregarding that this was the imperial court, treating it like a brothel or a place where people bought laughter.

  "Tiger and wolf of Qin, why are you laughing?" Zhao Xiaocheng's eyes shot out a fierce light, his anger enough to ignite the air.

  Changping suffered a great defeat, and Zhao lost 500,000 elite troops. This was all done by Qin. When he saw the Qin prince, his anger soared to three thousand feet, and he hated that he couldn't tear apart and devour the Qin prince.

  What made him even more displeased was that Qin Yiren actually burst out laughing loudly in his imperial court, completely disregarding him as the King of Zhao.

  "Zhao Dan, Zhao Dan, I'm laughing at you! Laughing at your shamelessness! Laughing that you're not worthy of being a king!" Qin Yiren's response was enough to make Zhao Xiaocheng King die from anger, and then come back to life again, in a cycle of death and rebirth.

  Zhao Dan directly called Zhao Xiao Cheng Wang by his name in front of all the officials, which was enough to drive Zhao Xiao Cheng Wang crazy.

  Not to mention that Qin Yiren also bluntly said that Zhao Xiaocheng King was shameless and not worthy of being a monarch, which is a bare-faced slap in the face.

  " You...!" Zhao Xiao Cheng Wang pointed at Qin Yiren, his mustache blowing with rage, panting heavily, his chest heaving like waves, gritting his teeth: "You tell me clearly, how did I become shameless? How am I not worthy of being a ruler?"

  "Zhao Dan, Zhao Dan! I say you are shameless and it's a virtue accumulated in your mouth. You are the most shameless of all!" Qin Yiren's words were sharp and loud: "Zhao Dan, let me ask you, when you wanted to make Zhao Kuo the general back then, did Lady Zhao ever tell you about Zhao Kuo's three flaws face-to-face?"

  "...this is a well-known fact, Zhao Xiaocheng thought of denying it but could not deny it, and could only respond with silence."

  "You have a guilty conscience and are too ashamed to speak, so I'll say it for you." Qin Yiren's smile grew even brighter, but Zhao Xiaocheng Wang saw the mockery in his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. That was ridicule, ridiculing him, the King of Zhao.

  "Lin Wu, when he was alive, told Zhao Mu: 'If Zhao Kuo becomes a general, the army will definitely be defeated and the country humiliated.' Zhao Mu asked how he knew this. Lin Wu said that Zhao Kuo had three fatal flaws that could not be cured. The first flaw was that Zhao Kuo read military books but only looked at the surface, having talent but no real understanding. The second flaw was that he was arrogant and impulsive, making decisions lightly and speaking easily of military matters. The third flaw was that when Lin Wu was alive, although he received orders from the king to become a general, he did not ask about family matters before entering the army, and all rewards from the royal court were shared among his soldiers; he had many relatives but did not bring a single one into the army. When Zhao Kuo became a general, all rewards from the royal court were stored at home and used to buy large tracts of land; in the army, he was not close to his soldiers, and when he ascended to his tent, none of his soldiers dared to look up at him."

  Qin Yiren's voice was extremely high, as if he was afraid that others would not hear him, and the entire court was filled with his voice.

  Every time he spoke of an illness, the face of King Zhao Xiao Cheng turned one shade redder. By the time Qin Yi Ren finished speaking, the king's face was even redder than a rooster's crest.