Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Zhuang Xu originally thought that Zhuang Li would kill him, but he didn’t.
After Zhuang Ran paid several million taels of gold, Zhuang Li sealed Zhuang Xu in a coffin, left a vent for him, and sent him back to the border of Wei State, along with the mutilated body of the Ninth Prince.
Zhuang Ran used his sword to split the coffin lid open in two or three strokes, pulled out his lifeless son, held him in his arms and sobbed, “Call the troops immediately! I want to attack Bingzhou!”
However, his decision was met with fierce dissuasion from his subordinates, simply because Le Zhengming had confiscated a lot of firearms and bullets when he ambushed the 600,000 troops led by the Ninth Prince.
With millions of soldiers and horses, Le Zhengming was undoubtedly the most powerful force in the Central Plains. If he also had powerful firearms, he would be truly invincible! Moreover, he also controlled thunder, which was more powerful than firearms and could blow up mountains. Who could be his opponent?
The wise and intelligent Zhuang Li assisted him wholeheartedly, the brave and skilled generals followed him loyally, and he already possessed the aura of a king.
The world was about to fall into chaos!
Zhuang Ran finally calmed down and said with a gasp, “Let the craftsmen make firearms day and night! If there are not enough people, capture them! Capture them all from every city, town, village and village! I need more labor!”
The generals bowed in agreement.
Zhuang Xu, who was held in Zhuang Ran’s arms in a daze, suddenly shuddered, grabbed his father’s sleeve and said hastily, “No!”
“Xu’er, you finally spoke.” Zhuang Ran smiled and shed tears.
“Father, don’t force people to do forced labor anymore!” Zhuang Xu’s dry lips cracked due to anxiety and a lot of blood flowed out.
“If we don’t force them to work, how can we manufacture firearms? Dad wants to help you get revenge…”
Before Zhuang Ran could finish speaking, he heard a terrified voice outside the tent: “General! The laborers have rebelled! They have also stolen the firearms in the warehouse and are coming to the barracks!”
“What? I’ll go over and take a look right away! You guys escort Xu’er to a safe place!” Zhuang Ran immediately handed his son to his confidant and hurried out of the tent.
Zhuang Xu, who was thrown roughly onto the carriage, did not feel the severe pain from his broken leg at all. His entire attention was attracted by the continuous gunshots.
Was this the world Zhuang Li foresaw? There was oppression, corruption, and injustice, so naturally there was resistance and killing.
He saw the present and the future, but he saw only the illusory grand view from a high place. Without the support of the people, the view would eventually become nothingness. Water could carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. This was what it meant.
Zhuang Xu, who finally understood, covered his red eyes and let out a suppressed cry.
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The entire border was plunged into the flames of war. It took Zhuang Ran several months to quell the civil unrest. When he looked back, he found that all the people on the border had fled to Bingzhou.
All the Buddhist temples in Bingzhou were forcibly demolished by Le Zhengming. Monks who were supported by believers for free were required to return to secular life and farm. Local government offices did not collect any heavy taxes. More importantly, Bingzhou had a million soldiers stationed there, and even the Mongolian cavalry did not dare to harass it. It was the safest place in the world.
The population of Bingzhou exploded overnight, and the territory was expanded to several surrounding counties.
The monarch of Jin was obviously extremely angry, but he could do nothing about Le Zhengming, so he had to hold his nose and enthrone him as the King of Bingzhou.
Zhuang Ran brought his son back to the capital and entered the palace that night. He came up with a vicious plan with the King of Wei, asking him to confer a title on Le Zhengming as well, and then naturally recall him to the capital to hold a conferring ceremony, and then find an opportunity to assassinate him.
The monarch of Wei thought this plan was brilliant, so the next day he named Le Zhengming the King of Pingjin and summoned him back to his country.
Zhuang Ran originally thought that Le Zhengming wouldn’t dare to come back and was thinking about whether to kidnap one of his most important people as a threat, but he didn’t expect that the other party agreed without hesitation.
So two months later, Le Zhengming led two hundred personal soldiers back to the capital of Wei to attend the enthronement ceremony held by the monarch for him.
He also asked for a position of general for Xiao Curly and brought him to the palace to receive rewards.
The King of Wei was only in his forties, but his face was already full of wrinkles, and his body was extremely thin. Wrapped in a wide robe with wide sleeves, he looked like a walking skeleton. He smiled at Le Zhengming with narrowed eyes, and his pupils flashed with a fierce dark light like a tiger or wolf.
Le Zhengming bent down to take the red-lettered iron certificate, but did not kneel down, and his attitude was very arrogant.
The King of Wei kept smiling, but his eyes turned even more sinister. He waved his hand and whispered, “Go and offer sacrifices to the heavens.”
This year was not a good year, so the fortune teller told him to pray to God sincerely.
So all the civil and military officials followed the Wei monarch in a mighty procession and walked to the newly built altar for offering sacrifices to heaven.
Princes, princesses and concubines with royal blood lined up in an orderly procession and walked step by step towards the bronze tripod at the top. Civil officials and military generals without royal blood could only kneel down at the bottom of the hundreds of steps and wait.
Zhuang Li also knelt in the crowd, silently counting the steps of the Wei monarch. He poked his lover who was kneeling in front of him with his slender fingertips, smiled and whispered: “I watched him build a red building, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his building collapse.”
When reading the first sentence, the King of Wei lit three incense sticks.
When the second sentence was read, the King of Wei rushed up to the sky and bowed three times.
When the last sentence was read, the King of Wei stepped forward and inserted three tall incense sticks into the copper censer.
A loud bang exploded throughout the venue at that moment, the copper furnace broke into pieces, and the scorching air wave blew away the monarch of Wei and a group of royal family members.
Black smoke rose into the sky like a dragon, heralding death and bad luck. Then, the altar that had just been built collapsed…
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