C53 Marquis wen yuan mansion

Walking out of the Duke Palaces, Ling Yun saw a group of Duke Palaces guards carrying their armor to the carriage. His eyes were filled with doubt: I wonder what's going on with Battle King's Mansion today, to be sent to the whole house to catch a cat, and now it seems like they want to transport the armor to somewhere else?

He couldn't help but guess in his heart, but no one dared to ask about it. Everyone knew that right now, the people in Battle King's Mansion probably all had a ball of fire burning in their hearts because of what happened in the morning.

"His Highness the Crown Prince!" Seeing Ling Yun coming out, the guards all stopped what they were doing and knelt on one knee as they cupped their fists and said respectfully.

"Stand up!" Ling Yun waved his hand, sweeping a glance at the people watching from far away, and curled his lips. He turned around and said to a guard: "Go to the wine cellar and bring some wine over to the carriage."

He took the rein from a man and mounted the horse. After a few minutes, the guards had already loaded the armor and the hundred jugs of wine onto the carriage. They waved their hands and said, "Let's go!"

With the horses leading the way, the guards at the back quickly got on their horses and followed behind them. A group of over a dozen men galloped out of the city. The pedestrians on the street gave way to them as they looked at the carriages and horses in the distance.

"What happened to Battle King's Mansion?"

"Not long ago, the crown prince was ambushed by someone and seriously injured. This morning, the Duke Mansion was made into a mess by a cat, and now that the crown prince has led the troops out of the city, could it be that they found out who attacked him and brought the guards to take revenge?"

"Idiot, can't you see the armor on the carriage? "How can this be a murder attempt?"

"Shh, this is a matter of the Battle King's Mansion, let's ignore it and focus on it instead."

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Walking to the city gate, the city guard saw that it was the Battle King's Mansion's men, and also saw the armor on the carriage, his pupils shrank a little, but he did not ask too much and immediately let them go, but secretly had already sent people to the palace, along with some spies from other families.

In the Imperial Palace's study, a red-faced, spirited old man dressed in a dragon robe sat behind a desk filled with memorials. Behind him was a faint aura of spirit energy, a pressure that no one dared to underestimate.

This half a hundred year old man was the current emperor of the Soaring Cloud Empire, Ling Ao. His strength was tyrannical and he had reached the Martial sovereign perfection.

The Essence domain was the name of the region he resided in. It was located in an unremarkable corner of the southeastern part of the continent. The five great empires of Humans Zi You, Bing Xue, Ling Xiao, Northern Han, and Qing Yun resided here. Zi You was the strongest and Ling Xiao was only third.

However, a thousand years ago, the Soaring Cloud Empire was first place, and it was even one of the two strongest forces in the Essence domain, with experts at the middle stage of the Martial Saint. It was just that afterwards, the Expert of Martial Saint stage s were killed by the Devil clan s, causing their strength to drop greatly, and they were suppressed by the other powers in the Essence domain.

If it wasn't for the interference of the forces that were close to the Soaring Cloud Empire in the past, and if they had not protected the Soaring Cloud Empire, the Soaring Cloud Empire would have been exterminated a long time ago. In the end, even though it wasn't exterminated, most of the land would have been divided up.

The five nations fought wars all year round, causing the Essence domain s to be the most chaotic region in the southeastern part of the continent. However, the Five Great Empires only occupied a part of the Essence domain's territory. There were still powers scattered around, and a few of them were even stronger than the Five Great Empires.

Ling Ao flipped through the memo, and then saw a soldier in royal armor kneeling on the ground in front of his desk, reporting something.

"Oh?" After hearing the report, Ling Ao finally shifted his gaze away from the memorial. He raised his head, his eyes sharp, and the soldier's body shivered, and he immediately lowered his head.

"Are you saying that Yun'er brought over a dozen palace guards to transport a batch of heavy armor out of the city?" Ling Ao's eyes did not waver as he asked.

"Yes!" The soldier nodded.

"There's no need to report such things to me. Whatever Yun'er wants to do, let him do. Don't worry about him." Ling Ao waved his hand, "You can leave!"

The soldier's mouth twitched and he respectfully retreated. He already knew this would happen, but the general still sent him to report, leaving him with no choice.

"What is that little fellow Yun'er doing?" A trace of doubt appeared in Ling Ao's eyes, but there was also a trace of interest. "He made a mess of the Duke's Mansion this morning, and now he's transporting the armor out of the city. What is he trying to do?"

"Your Majesty, do you need this subordinate to send someone to tail you?" A black-robed guard strangely appeared next to Ling Ao. Only his two eyes were exposed, and his hoarse voice sounded a bit old.

With regards to the appearance of the black-robed guard, Ling Ao was not the least bit surprised. He shook his head and said, "There's no need.

"But what if ?" The black-robed guard's eyes revealed a trace of worry.

"Afraid that he would rebel?" Ling Ao smiled lightly, looked at the black-robed guard, and nodded.

"I wanted to give this position to him to begin with. If he wants it, he can have it." Ling Ao laughed softly, he did not care about it at all, and there was even a hint of relief in his tone, his eyes filled with love.

Before he could say anything, Ling Ao's eyes flashed with a cold light and he continued: "Send someone to protect him from afar and at the same time, keep a close eye on the movements in the Earth Evil Sect. That's right, the Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion has also been keeping an eye on us, they seem to be quite active recently. "

"Yes sir!" The black-robed guard nodded his head, and his figure suddenly disappeared, like a strand of cyan smoke.

"Yun'er, your grandfather is unable to undo the seal on your bloodline, and there is no way for you to cultivate. For your future, your grandfather will definitely pave the way for you so that no one can bully you." A trace of guilt appeared in Ling Ao's eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly.

As a father, he could only helplessly watch on as his son became depressed due to what happened 15 years ago. He felt guilty for being unable to help him.

As a grandfather, he could only watch helplessly as his newly born grandson had his blood sealed. He was also unable to find and cure the reason why he couldn't cultivate.

All of this made him feel guilty day and night. He would wake up from his dream at night and think of that fiery night fifteen years ago.

This had already become his sore point, causing him to be in his late twenties, possessing the tyrannical strength of Martial sovereign perfection, but his hair had already turned gray. This, should not have appeared on him, but instead appeared.

Furthermore, because of this matter, his realm was trapped in the Martial sovereign perfection for a whole ten years. If not for that event, he might have already broken through the Martial Saint and allowed Soaring Cloud Empire to return to the ranks of the Sacred Grounds.

Ling Yun could not cultivate. In this world where only martial arts mattered, no one would look up to him even if he was the emperor's grandson. Therefore, he could only pass the throne down to him, help him pave the way, suppress all objections, and build up Ling Yun's prestige.

The Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion was located in the westernmost area of the Lingxiao City. It took up an area of 10,000 square meters, and was not small compared to the numerous Duke Palaces.

The Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion was extremely powerful, with both power and influence, as well as military and political forces.

In the Soaring Cloud Empire, other than the Royal Ling family, it would be more accurate to say that the strongest people would be the Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion, even the Prince Qin's Mansion would not be able to compare to it.

Furthermore, as the power of the Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion grew stronger and stronger, his ambition also began to expand.

Secretly, they had won over many ministers from the imperial court. Among the thirteen nobles of the empire, three of them were already standing by their side on the surface. They did not know that there were a few who chose to watch and would not help.

The Ling family naturally didn't want the Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion to grow up. Otherwise, how could the Imperial Family possibly have any prestige?

He was afraid that if there was an internal conflict, the Soaring Cloud Empire would be in trouble from both inside and out.

At this time, in one of the Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion's study rooms, sat a hundred year old man who gave off a faint oppressive feeling that caused people to be unable to breathe.

The old man's eyes lit up. His eyes dimmed a bit and his expression became gloomy. He looked like the kind of person who would do anything in their power.

He was this generation's Marquis Wen Yuan, Wen Sheng. His strength had also reached the Martial sovereign perfection, but even though they were both at the same level of Martial sovereign perfection, he was already nearly a hundred years old, a little over twenty years older than Ling Ao.

Beside him, a somewhat feminine youth in a brocade robe stood there respectfully. His eyes were puffy and swollen; it was obvious that he was too drunk and lustful. However, his eyes shined like a fox's.

His name was Wen Shang, Young Marquis of Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion, and he was Wen Sheng's grandson. He was ranked fourth in Heaven's Pride Board, Ling Xiao.

"Are you saying that Ling Yun brought a team of Battle King's Mansion's guards to transport the hundred sets of armor out of the city?" Wen Shang held onto Orchid Flower Finger in his hands as he spoke to the middle-aged man with an extremely ordinary face who was kneeling in the center of the room.

His voice was somewhat feminine, like a mother. When he spoke about Ling Yun, his eyes exploded with a strong killing intent and hatred.

His father was precisely the one that was killed by Ling Zhan back then. However, Ling Zhan was powerful, and he could not find him for revenge now, so he shifted the hatred onto Ling Yun.

"Yes, Young Marquis!" The middle-aged man nodded and said respectfully.

"What is he trying to do? Do you want to train your troops and rebel? " Wen Shang frowned, his eyes full of suspicions.

It was not every time he wanted to kill Ling Yun, so he naturally understood Ling Yun very well, and knew that he wasn't the kind of person who coveted power and authority.

Furthermore, with Ling Yun's intelligence, how would he do such an impossible thing? He didn't have the strength, so even if he did take the throne, could he still hold on? Could it be that they were able to suppress the powers in their own countries, as well as the powers that were eyeing the Soaring Cloud Empire covetously?

"Young Marquis, three months from now seems to be the time of the royal family's Ling family's hunt." The middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lit up, and said softly: "Then does Ling Yun want to train some personal guards to participate in the hunt? After all, the Ling family s will choose their successors this time.

Wen Shang slightly nodded his head, but a voice in his heart kept telling him that this matter was not that simple, and he was unable to think of any other possibilities.

"Send people to keep an eye on him, activate the spies planted in the Battle King's Mansion, monitor his every move, and report back to me immediately if anything happens." Wen Shang was a little worried in his heart, and he ordered.

"Yes sir!" The middle-aged man nodded and left respectfully.