I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 392

Episode 392: What the Reporter Wishes for (1)

I wasn't seeing things wrong.

Judging by the disheveled handwriting, one could clearly feel how urgent the situation was.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The drums ring out again, and cheers erupt.

His gleaming eyes, filled with murderous intent, turned towards the warriors of the Northern Plains.

"It's the Seongdong Gyeokseo… It was meant to lure us out! The Grand Emperor has rebelled. Prepare your warhorses immediately! We will retreat!"

"yes!"

As Woogyeom's shouts poured out, the sound of a horn ordering a retreat rang out.

Soon, the soldiers who had been standing on the wall began to move busily, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Even from afar, the Ultimate Flame Demon Corps must have seen this, as they also sent out a signal to withdraw.

Woogyeom gritted his teeth as he watched this.

The Seongdong Gyeokseo was right. They'd achieved their goal, so there was no reason for them to stay here any longer.

As my heart races, my face flushes and the blood drains away.

Another urgent message arrived.

"General! I have received word that the Grand Master… has passed away for treason!"

Ah… …. Woogyeom’s legs swayed. What on earth was this bolt from the blue?

It hasn't even been a day since I left the castle.

In the time between the rising and setting of the moon, the Forbidden City fell and the Prime Minister passed away.

How on earth… … .

"What should we do, General?"

Woogyeom looked at his adjutants with blank eyes.

They are the most elite and most intelligent subordinates of their time.

They are just waiting for their orders.

In times like these, you need to let go of your emotions and find reason.

Woogyeom said.

"If the telegram had arrived now, it would mean that the Grand Prince had already taken possession of Beijing and the royal seal. Furthermore, the fact that the Grand Chancellor had been affected…."

That means, unexpected absolute masters are joining us.

Even if others don't know, Woogyeom knows.

How strong is the Daehaksa Soho Changcheon?

Don't rush into Beijing. You need to be prepared.

His mouth opened again.

"The Murim Alliance. I will go to the Murim Alliance!"

Woogyeom's order was given.

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Shanxi Martial Arts Alliance Rock Carvings

Zhuge Tong faced the rising dawn with a peaceful expression on his face in his office.

I frowned involuntarily under the dazzling sunlight, but I didn't feel too bad.

No, it was refreshing.

As I looked at the group of Murim Alliance members looking at me with questioning eyes, my smile grew even wider.

They were leaders who had rushed over from Guangdong.

“It must have been a difficult walk, but did you do it seriously?”

Namgung Son raised his voice at Zhuge Tong's calm greeting.

"Soldier, are you ready to eat now?! You need to explain why you called us to the battlefield."

“Explanation… Since it is the Prime Minister’s order, do we need any other reason?”

"soldier!"

Namgung Son burst into tears.

There are many people in this position who have no connection to the Prime Minister. Even the associate ministers are an example.

But to bring this up so fearlessly? Are you really crazy?

As expected, at the mention of the Prime Minister, some of the chiefs looked at each other and whispered.

At this, Namgung Son suppressed his anger and sent a message with cold eyes.

What are you planning to do now? Taking out the Prime Minister here? Do you really want to die?

Snickers. But Zhuge Tong, instead of answering, only scoffed.

Namgung Son's forehead veins stood out, and his tightly clenched hands trembled.

It was so frustrating.

There was no way to immediately confirm what had happened to the traitors in Guangdong, and there was still no word from the messenger sent to Soho Changcheon even though it was daybreak.

But you called them all this way and all you did was… … Are you laughing?

Knock, knock. Ignoring the indignant Namgung Son, Zhuge Tong rolled his wheel and stepped forward a little further.

"It seems like everyone has a lot of questions."

Then you should ask. As Zhuge Tong tilted his head as if ready to answer anything, dialects erupted incessantly from all directions.

"Why did you tell us to retreat? This was a golden opportunity to put an end to the traitors."

"That's right! How unstable it must have been to leave behind those arrogant government troops. Can they really fight the Demonic Cult with just them? Whatever the reason, your Majesty, you've made a huge mistake!"

"If this continues, the demonic cult bastards will reach the Murim Alliance like wildfire, what will we do then?"

"We must seek help from the royal family now! Catching the traitors is our priority!"

Loud protests poured in, and the servants' eyes were filled with anger and worry.

When the situation turned from the prime minister to Zhuge Tong, Namgung Son coughed in vain and watched coldly.

"Hmm…."

As everyone's attention and criticism poured in, Zhuge Tong sighed, became calm, and spoke slowly.

"It's half right and half wrong."

"Speak clearly!"

"You said that the arrogant government troops alone couldn't handle them. That's right. They are strong. They are the true powerhouses of the Demonic Cult. Excluding those you faced, the Demonic Cult in Cheonsan is a drop in the bucket. They are called the Seven Great Palaces. The martial arts of their palace lords would rival any of the ten great warriors in the world."

Huh! Everyone was shocked by the rather specific information. The Seven Great Palaces. Knowing that, you still ordered them to return?

"But why!"

"Even if I stay, I won't be able to stop it."

"What?!"

"Haven't you heard? I'm telling you, it's not just those arrogant officials, it's all the same to you. They can't be stopped."

"soldier-!"

The anger of the soldiers reached their hearts. What kind of nonsense is this military author talking about?

Even the ones who sent them there were not the military.

Zhuge Tong was just beginning. He raised his dirty hand and continued speaking.

"I asked why you called. Let me tell you. It's to give the people here a chance."

"Opportunity? What opportunity?"

"Before that, let me ask you something first. Why did you try to kill Master Ma, who had the achievement of defeating the Sadoryeon as the acting leader?"

Are you calling that a thing now?!

Why did you try to kill me when I told you to? It wasn't because you lost your mind.

But we all know that the essence of that question is not what it means.

Would the leaders of the political factions really judge whether to harm or spare someone based on the orders of a single soldier?

Wrong.

It's a pretext.

The pretext of being a traitor.

That's why I joined in the killing.

“Isn’t it because he is a traitor? Amitabha.”

Zhuge Tong nodded at Hyeopseung's self-deprecating answer.

"That's right. Because he is a traitor declared by the Emperor. If he is no longer a traitor, what will you do then?"

"I can assure you that this will never happen. Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the Demonic Cult has never once…"

"Hehe, if it's not a demonic cult anymore."

“……What are you trying to say?”

Everyone looked puzzled by the completely incomprehensible words. Hyeopseung, Umuja, and everyone present were the same.

Zhuge Tong replied with blank eyes, looking up at the ceiling, as if he had no intention of deceiving anyone any further.

"The sky has changed. Last night, the world received a new master."

"The sky is changing… You right now… No way?!"

A commotion. The meaningful remark threw the audience into confusion, and some, including Hyopseung, realized what he meant and burst into laughter.

Hyeopseung asked.

"The Emperor…has changed?"

"Huh huh……."

Zhuge Tong laughed. And that was enough of an answer.

It's unbelievable.

The emperor has changed.

How on earth!

"Now the era of Emperor Jingtae has come to an end. Also, new meritorious subjects and traitors will be named in the imperial family."

"I can't believe what you're saying."

"It won't be long before everyone knows. Why lie to them? This is a royal edict from the palace. Would you like to see it for yourself?"

"Amitabha Buddha……."

Zhuge Tong tapped the golden edict on the table.

Hyeopseung took the letter with trembling hands and read it carefully.

【Listen, Murim Deungcheongun.

Jim wants to bring stability to the world by eradicating the evil group of traitors, Sohochangcheon and Cheongung, who killed the emperor.

They had long humiliated the imperial family and the Central Plains, and attempted to disrupt the world through the regency.

We must not suffer from them any longer, and we must destroy them and set everything right.

I hereby command you.

The Cheonmasingyo sect is distinct from the Cheonsan rebels. It's no exaggeration to call its leader, Ma Cheonso, a benefactor who saved Jim and protected the imperial family.

So, the Murim Deungcheon Army should help him and purge the group that plotted treason with the traitor Soho Changcheon.

Emperor Ju Gi-jin.

The two hands of the assistant were trembling.

It is a genuine document with a crimson seal.

The emperor declared that Ma Cheon-so was not a traitor but a benefactor.

Rather, he was even ordered to help him.

The justification for being a traitor has completely disappeared, and the long-held grudge against calling it a cult has been eliminated under the name of the Cheonma Singyo.

The other leaders who had received the edict from the absent-minded monk's hands also began to lose their minds one by one.

So what have they been doing up until now?

The degree of control is dictated by the cause. But now that link has been broken, I feel like a lost lamb.

Moreover.

'It is not written who the traitor is. In other words… …the moment you decide who the master of the house is, you are done.'

He becomes a traitor.

It was the moment when the cause of the cause turned into shackles.

"Hehe, now do you understand why I requested a retreat?"

No, I don't know.

I don't know even more.

What on earth should I do now?

The blame was passed on to Ma Cheon-so, and they tried to kill him.

If they come back alive from Guangdong and reach this place, the Martial Arts Alliance… … .

"What on earth should I do about this?"

A sigh of relief flowed from the assistant. Everyone fell silent and became lost in thought.

Tens of thousands of thoughts flowed through my mind.

If only they had killed him instead of returning from Guangdong… … .

no.

I should have listened to the poison.

Instead of antagonizing Ma Cheon-so, you should have heard the full story.

No, I shouldn't have listened to the military.

It was necessary to maintain the inviolability of the government and the martial arts world.

"Wasn't it the military that wanted to get rid of the proxy from the beginning?"

"What Yang Jang-mun-in said is true. We are guilty of nothing more than following the royal family's orders without knowing anything."

Hehe. Zhuge Tong sneered as he watched the crowd shifting responsibility.

How can it be so unexpected?

"Soldier, are you laughing now? Because of your rash judgment, everyone has become a traitor…!"

“Didn’t I say I would give you a chance?”

"What a chance!"

"As written in the edict. The dogs of the heavenly palace who follow Sohochangcheon, catch the real traitors and offer them to the imperial family first. Then you know, you will become the imperial family's benefactor. Hehe."

"How are we going to find them now? The Lord of the Marsh will have arrived here first."

Hyopseung shook his head.

However, Zhuge Tong looked at Namgung Son, the leader of the Hwasan faction, Yang Bul-ak, and Hong Ta-gang, the leader of the Ark of Openness, with cold eyes.

Then their faces hardened and became pale.

This is because the three of them are directly related to Sohochangcheon here.

"There's no need to worry. Aren't they already right before your eyes? The traitors who sided with the Cheongung rebels and tried to swallow up not only the martial arts world, but even the imperial family."

Zhuge Tong's ominous remarks swept through the room.