DLERB -Chapter 11 The Young Master Said Killing Zhao Gao’s Men Is More Interesting!

Li Si knelt on the floor, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Qinglong knelt on one knee with his head lowered.

“As commanded!”

There was not the slightest hesitation in his voice. It was hard as iron.

Qinglong rose to his feet. His figure flashed once and vanished into the darkness at the end of the corridor.

Only Ying Ziye and the limp, broken Li Si remained inside the prison.

Ying Ziye walked back to the grand chair, sat down again, and picked up another piece of osmanthus cake.

Without even looking at Li Si, he spoke in his childish voice:

“Chancellor, stop kneeling.”

“The night scenery is quite nice tonight. Watch it with me.”

Li Si tried to move, only to discover his limbs no longer obeyed him.

Two Jinyiwei stepped forward and lifted him up from both sides.

They did not take him out of the prison.

Instead, they carried him to an iron window where the outside sky could be seen.

Li Si was forced to stare outward.

The night over Xianyang was black like thick ink that could never dissolve.

…

The storyteller from Donglai Teahouse had just returned to his shabby room.

As he counted today’s reward money, smug satisfaction covered his face.

Tomorrow, he planned to make the Ninth Young Master’s story even more outrageous.

A faint breeze drifted through the room, causing the candlelight to flicker.

Instinctively, he turned around.

There was no one there.

He laughed at himself, thinking he had become paranoid.

Turning back, he reached out to store away the money.

A hand suddenly emerged from behind him and gently covered his mouth.

He did not even have time to let out a frightened whimper.

A cold blade flashed across his throat.

Blood erupted outward, staining the copper coins on the table red.

The shadowy figure released him, allowing the corpse to collapse softly to the floor.

The entire process occurred without a single unnecessary sound.

…

In the western district, inside the rear courtyard of the Wang Family Grain Shop—

Shopkeeper Wang stared at his account books, grinning from ear to ear.

In just one day, he had earned more money than in the previous year combined.

“Father! Father!”

His son rushed in excitedly.

“More people have arrived outside carrying gold to buy grain! The price has already reached one thousand two hundred coins per dan!”

Shopkeeper Wang slapped his thigh in delight.

“Sell it! Make them line up! Tell them tomorrow it’ll be one thousand five hundred!”

As father and son laughed together, the door silently opened.

Two black-clad figures walked in.

Shopkeeper Wang’s expression changed instantly.

“Who are you people?! Guards! Guards!”

He shouted several times, but no response came from outside.

His son grabbed an abacus nearby and barked fiercely despite his fear.

“I’m warning you, my father has drunk wine with Lord Zhao Cheng before!”

The Jinyiwei said nothing.

They simply drew the embroidered spring blades at their waists.

The moment Shopkeeper Wang recognized the flying-fish uniforms, terror seized his soul. He hurriedly pulled out a heavy pouch of gold from his robes.

“Heroes, spare us! T-These are all for you!”

Gold coins spilled from the bag, rolling all over the floor.

The Jinyiwei did not pause in the slightest.

A flash of blade-light cut through the room.

Two severed heads rolled into the pile of gold, their eyes still wide open.

…

Inside a hidden courtyard—

This was one of Luowang’s secret strongholds within Xianyang.

More than a dozen black-clad assassins had gathered together.

Leading them was a commander of Earth-rank status.

“The master’s orders are to muddy the waters even further.”

“Tonight, we’ll kill a few more blind little officials.”

One subordinate asked:

“Boss, what about those Jinyiwei…”

The Earth-rank leader sneered.

“A bunch of showy decorations. Do they really think they can compare to Luowang?”

“They probably don’t even know where we’re hid—”

Before he could finish speaking—

Boom!

The courtyard gates exploded apart.

Dozens of black-clad figures surged in like death gods emerging from hell itself, instantly sealing every exit.

The Luowang assassins reacted swiftly and drew their weapons at once.

But in the next moment, they witnessed the most terrifying sight of their lives.

The leading Jinyiwei charged straight toward three short swords slashing at him head-on without dodging or retreating.

His embroidered spring blade traced an unbelievable arc.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Three sharp metallic sounds rang out.

The weapons of the three Luowang assassins shattered instantly.

The charging Jinyiwei did not slow down at all as his blade swept horizontally.

Slash!

Three heads shot skyward.

Blood sprayed across the night.

The Luowang leader stared in utter disbelief.

This was not a battle at all.

It was a massacre.

The Luowang leader turned and tried to escape across the rooftops.

But a figure moved even faster than he did.

Qinglong had appeared behind him at some unknown moment.

The assassin never even saw how Qinglong attacked.

He only felt a sudden chill in his chest.

Looking down, he saw the tip of a blade protruding from his chest, blood dripping from it.

“Y-You…”

Qinglong pulled out the blade without even glancing at him.

His voice was icy cold.

“Next.”

The Zhao Residence was brightly lit.

Inside the study, Zhao Cheng was drinking and celebrating with several trusted retainers.

“My lord’s brilliant plan can pacify the realm! That eight-year-old brat is probably so scared he’s already wet himself!”

“Haha! He dug his own grave! Once your elder brother returns, Xianyang will still belong to the Zhao family!”

Zhao Cheng laughed smugly and drained his wine cup in one gulp.

He stood up and walked to the window.

“Pass down the order. Tomorrow morning, organize the commoners to riot before the palace gates!”

“Tell them to demand the tyrant’s removal!”

At that moment—

A shrill scream sounded from outside the estate.

Then it stopped abruptly.

Zhao Cheng frowned.

“What happened?”

One of the retainers quickly replied:

“My lord need not worry. It’s probably just some blind fool of a thief—”

Boom!

The study door was kicked apart from the outside.

Qinglong stepped in slowly with more than a dozen Jinyiwei behind him.

Every one of them reeked of blood.

The retainers inside the room collapsed to the floor in terror.

The moment Zhao Cheng saw the savage dragon embroidered across Qinglong’s robe, his face turned deathly pale.

“Jinyiwei!”

Two Luowang experts sprang out from the shadows behind him, guarding him from both sides.

“What do you think you’re doing?! I am the Director of the Imperial Carriage Office! My elder brother is Zhao Gao!”

Qinglong looked at him expressionlessly, as though looking at a corpse.

The Jinyiwei behind him moved.

The two Luowang experts only managed to let out muffled groans before several embroidered spring blades pierced through their bodies.

Zhao Cheng stumbled backward in terror and crashed against the desk.

“Y-You dare touch me?!”

“My brother is accompanying His Majesty on the eastern tour! If you kill me, he’ll never let you off!”

Step by step, Qinglong approached him.

The tip of the embroidered spring blade gleamed coldly beneath the candlelight.

“The Young Master has a message for you.”

Zhao Cheng froze.

Qinglong’s voice carried no warmth whatsoever.

“The Young Master said…”

“Killing Zhao Gao’s people is far more interesting.”

Zhao Cheng’s pupils shrank to their limit.

He opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy, wanting to call out his brother’s name again.

But it was already too late.

A flash of blade-light sliced through his throat.

Dawn arrived.

The night of slaughter had finally ended.

Xianyang was terrifyingly silent.

The air itself carried a lingering smell of blood that could not be washed away.

Li Si was “escorted” out of the prison by the Jinyiwei.

His eyes were bloodshot, his expression numb.

They brought him to an open square.

Hundreds of severed heads had been laid out on the ground.

The storyteller’s.

The grain merchants’.

The Luowang assassins’.

And in the very center—

Zhao Cheng’s.

His eyes were still wide open, filled with terror and unwillingness.

Looking at that familiar head, Li Si felt his stomach churn violently, yet nothing came out.

At last, he understood.

From the very beginning, this little ancestor had never intended to suppress anything.

He simply wanted to lure every troublesome person out into the open…

And kill them all at once.

Inside Xianyang Prison—

Ying Ziye stretched lazily and yawned.

Qinglong knelt on one knee before him.

“Young Master, all five hundred and twenty-three names on the list have been executed. Not a single survivor remains.”

Ying Ziye nodded in satisfaction.

“Understood.”

At that moment, another Jinyiwei hurried in and presented a bamboo slip sealed with wax.

“Young Master, eight-hundred-li urgent dispatch!”

“News has arrived from the eastern inspection tour.”