I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 386

Episode 386: Conquest of the Central Plains (2)

"Huh?! What…is that?"

A chill ran down my spine. I imagined my throat being slit. But no matter how much I looked around, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Normally, I'd feel weak and think I needed to take some medicine, but this time, it wasn't like that. I felt it clearly.

And… …I’ve felt exactly the same way.

that…….

"Kick."

"You… that kid from back then?"

Nogosan saw a boy in night clothes walking out between the trees.

This is the same guy I met at the Yongsinjang in Sunchonbu, Beijing.

"You sure you didn't do it?"

"what?"

It was odd to see him ask that question with a bashful smile. Nogosan glared at the boy fiercely, his anger building.

Given the circumstances, it was definitely him. He was the one who had unleashed his murderous intent on me, making me look so embarrassed.

One thing I just can't understand is how on earth they did it.

If someone could make me, the best among my classmates, feel scared just by saying that he is alive, then he must be someone who has reached the peak of not only martial arts but also slaughter experience… … .

'It's something you can check.'

Nogosan steeled himself and held his sword firmly. If you don't know, just try it.

I'll cut off the corners of that little boy's mouth, right up to his ears, just standing there blankly. I'll make that arrogant, smirking face contort with pain.

It was at that moment when I was about to take my steps with such determination.

"I didn't tell you to move? Kick."

Swaaaaaa- A murderous aura that squeezed my whole body poured out from all directions.

Gulp. Nogosan swallowed dry saliva. And that wasn't the only thing. All of his fellow eunuchs felt the same way.

This was different from before. Their swords were pointed in this direction, as if by some intangible savagery.

That is the sword of the assassins.

"Hey, why are your swords pointed this way? Those two are the ones you're supposed to kill! Have you forgotten your request?"

At Nogosan's unfair cry, the boy chuckled and dropped his hand.

Then two daggers fall from his sleeves and he catches them in his hands.

The king of assassins.

God of life.

And the princess of the palace.

The Great Thousand-Year-Old Gu Yang-Ryong's beloved soldier, Cheon-Sal-Bi-Do.

"A request? Kik. What should I do? I already have a request."

"What? How dare you, this filthy murderer!"

"Burrji?"

"You've come out of the boat so easily. You guys should be torn to pieces and buried here, along with those bastards…"

Hmph! Nogosan quickly retracted the words he was about to spit out in a fit of anger.

Ss …

Knock knock. My lower jaw hits my upper teeth against my will. My legs tremble uncontrollably, making it difficult to even stand.

Intangible killing.

Nogosan realized it too late.

That kid was a huge predator that couldn't even stand up to him.

"You can't do it, right?"

"Now, wait a minute! How much did you agree to pay? I'll double it. No, I'll triple it! I'll give you a fortune you'll never have again. So…"

"You idiot, it's too late."

"Ah, ahh……."

"Want to play with me? Kikki."

Whack! Guyangryong's Thousand-Slayer Sword tore apart the mountain landscape.

Nogosan Mountain became a place of reflection.

It's fucked up.

* * *

Beijing Forbidden City Jianqing Palace

Master of the world.

Emperor Zhu Qiyu looked restless.

He wore a yellow robe and sat on a dragon's throne with his feet curled up, biting his own fingernails. As if that wasn't enough, he repeated the same words over and over again.

"Daehaksa. What happened? Why haven't I heard from you yet?"

"Your Majesty, the great deeds are originally carried out quietly, so that birds cannot see them and rats cannot hear them. Please stop here."

"Fixed…? Fixed… It has to be. That's right. But, Daehaksa. This is all your fault, hyung. It's the price you paid for murdering my son, the crown prince. That's why heaven sent down this punishment. Am I wrong?"

"Your Majesty's will is the will of Heaven."

"It's the will of heaven… Yes, that's right. That's why I'm dying. That's why my brother…"

Joo Ki-ok's pupils were shaking uncontrollably. No matter how I looked at it, this wasn't normal.

It was the day I plotted the murder of Ju Ki-jin, my bloodline mate, whom I had once so deeply admired. If I were sober, it would be even stranger.

More than anything, Joo Ki-ok's reaction was excessive. Blood pooled on the bitten finger, and thick saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth.

As if he were half out of his mind.

And the great scholar Soho Changcheon just looked at this with cold eyes.

"Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince has eaten."

As the voice of the eunuch outside rang out, a dark light appeared in Joo Ki-ok's eyes.

Prince Zhu Jianxin.

The son of my older brother, Joo Ki-jin, and the enemy who took away everything my son should have enjoyed.

A murderous intent resonated from his throat.

“The coronation ceremony hasn’t even been held yet, so who would dare to…?”

However, Soho Changcheon's thoughts were different.

"Your Majesty, please bring His Majesty inside."

"yes."

The door creaked open and a young child, not yet a flower bud, walked in timidly.

Looking at his pale face, I can easily guess what he is usually feeling.

"Your Majesty… Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor…"

"That mouth!"

Clang! The bottle of liquor thrown by Joo Ki-ok shattered into pieces. Shards of broken ceramic scattered across the floor.

"iced coffee……."

Prince Zhou Jianxin trembled with tearful eyes.

"Don't open it in front of me again. Never again."

His verbal abuse finally brought Ju Gyeon-sim to tears. Joo Gi-ok quickly withdrew, climbed back onto the throne, and began to crackle and bite her fingernails.

Sohochangcheon indifferently looked at their mismatched appearances.

'The Emperor will be the enemy of the Crown Prince who killed his father, and the Emperor will be filled with anger whenever he sees the Crown Prince, thinking of his own son. What should we do about this? Haha.'

A small, satisfied smile spread across his face. He supported the prone prince. He then whispered.

"Your Majesty, please stop crying."

"University history…"

"You shouldn't show tears so easily."

“But… it’s so scary.”

"You will become the emperor and ascend to that position. Then, all fears will disappear."

"Really…?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. So don't be afraid anymore. Everything is fleeting."

"University history…"

Sohochangcheon, who had gently raised the prince's body, smiled kindly and called Eunuch Hae.

"Prepare some herbal medicine for His Majesty. He doesn't seem to be feeling well today, so I'll have to prepare something that suits him."

"Yes, I will do so."

"Oh, please bring some for His Highness the Crown Prince to eat as well."

"yes."

Soho Changcheon's gloomy smile spread deep.

*

After the crown prince left Geoncheonggung Palace, Ju Gi-ok, who had drunk the herbal medicine, fell into a deep sleep.

Sohochangcheon watched him for a long time even after he had completely fallen asleep.

The sight of him just staring blankly without any movement is extremely desolate.

After half an hour had passed, Soho Changcheon finally turned around and went outside.

The eunuchs and court ladies, including the eunuch Hae, bowed deeply to greet him whenever he passed by.

It wasn't just them. Everyone in the palace bowed like servants welcoming their master.

The place he, who reigned over everyone, arrived at was Dongchang, located north of Dongangmun Gate.

Although they are just beardless eunuchs, the spirit they exude is on par with that of any great general.

No, the ruthlessness in his eyes was colder than anyone else's.

Even those who were like that bowed their heads like docile dogs before Sohochangcheon. Creak. Fearing he might stop, the door hurriedly opened, and inside, eunuchs lined up along his path, kneeling every time he passed.

Unstoppable. There was no place on earth that Soho Changcheon could not reach.

Even if that's a classmate who is scarier than a tiger.

Knock knock! Finally, I reached the place where the head of my class, Taegam Byeongpil, was, and only after I sat down at the head of the table did I stop walking.

"What happened?"

A simple question. At this, Eunuch Jang Yi-wi, who had been politely seated, poured tea into an empty cup and spoke without pause.

"Jang Hyung-cheon-ho, Nogo-san, is a skilled warrior capable of taking on hundreds of warriors on his own. He's probably finished up his work in Shandong by now. Haha."

Odd or even. Soho Changcheon swallowed the steaming tea and frowned.

Joo Gi-jin.

He should have died at the hands of Yasun along with Wang Jin, who was a eunuch a long time ago.

However, despite all the adversity, he survived and returned to Beijing.

Maybe because of that, I felt a strange sense of unease that upset my mood.

“The water that should have flowed long ago has been stagnant for a long time… This time, it must be let go.”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Water that has flowed cannot return. Perhaps luck was on our side last time, but it will not happen again."

"Yes, that's right. What happened to that boy, Zhuge Tong?"

When Soho Changcheon changed the subject, Eunuch Byeongpil Jang Yiwi's expression became filled with worry.

"That… succeeded in driving the traitors into Guangdong, but for some reason, they suddenly held a funeral for the poisonous ones…"

“If it’s a poisonous snake… then isn’t it the head of the Tang family?”

"Yes, Your Majesty. That's right. However, I heard that the leader of the Demonic Cult has declared himself to be the sect leader of the Dokjeol… and that the martial arts world also recognizes this, so they are hesitant to launch an offensive."

Soho Changcheon's head tilted. Everyone knew he was a disguised member of the Jeongpa faction, yet he was still being held in a funeral.

When he frowned, Jang Yi-wi became frightened and continued speaking as if trying to calm things down.

"But that too will end today. There are already a hundred thousand soldiers stationed there, and we have sent additional government troops from the north. Furthermore, the Murim Alliance is with them, so he will absolutely not escape alive."

"Yeah, that's right."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Soho Changcheon smiled as he dismissed the ominous feeling that flashed through his mind.

Even though he is a remnant of the Demonic Cult, the only one who has hurt his master, Myeong, is Ma Cheon-so.

And that's not all, the skills of the princesses are also worthy of being considered world-class.

In order to gather all these people together and destroy them all at once, we cannot allow even the slightest lapse of carelessness.

"Hmm…."

While Soho Changcheon was soothing his troubled mind with warm tea.

The door creaked open and a eunuch burst in, panting.

"Oh, we're in big trouble."

"The great scholar is here, what kind of rudeness is this?!"

"That is… a message that the warriors of the Northern Yuan Dynasty have now risen up and are about to invade Beijing."

Thump! Soho Changcheon slammed down his teacup and examined the eunuch closely. He asked if he was sure.

One eunuch fell facedown, completely absorbed in his thoughts, his gaze alone draining his spirit. Zhang Yiwei then spoke on his behalf.

"Are you sure? If you're telling something that hasn't even been confirmed… your remaining two legs will be ripped off."

"It is true! Rumors are spreading that Your Majesty is ill, and countless warriors are already gathering at the border between Hebei and Beiyuan. Their number is estimated at three thousand, and among them, the great warrior is…"

Soho Changcheon's eyes narrowed at the detailed report that followed.

That's true.