DLERB -Chapter 20 Chancellor, Come See the Grand Feast I Prepared for You!

Ying Ziye tossed the little wooden figurine in his hand into the brazier.

The flames instantly swallowed it whole.

He turned around and looked at Qinglong, who was kneeling on one knee.

“Go.”

His childish voice echoed through the prison.

“Fish out all the ones making the biggest splashes.”

“Remember.”

He counted seriously on his fingers.

“That Commander Du at the southern gate—I want him alive.”

“As for that Han Shi in Chunyu Yue’s residence, chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs.”

“And Chunyu Yue, that old man…”

A bright, innocent smile spread across Ying Ziye’s face.

“Don’t let him die. Death would be too merciful for him.”

“I want him alive, so he can watch everything properly.”

Qinglong raised his head, absolute obedience in his eyes.

“As you command!”

His figure vanished into the darkness.

Southern City Gate, Commander’s Tent.

Du Wei rested his hand on the sword at his waist, his eyes fixed on the map of the Xianyang Imperial City spread across the table.

Three trusted deputy generals stood before him.

“General! The brothers are all ready!”

“The moment you give the order tomorrow morning, we’ll storm the palace and purge the traitors beside the ruler!”

Du Wei’s face was filled with excitement and greed.

He could already see his future of noble titles and glorious rank.

“Good!”

“Pass the order—tell the men to rest and conserve their strength!”

“Tomorrow will be the day we rise to greatness!”

The instant he finished speaking—

Puchi!

A faint sound of steel piercing flesh rang out behind him.

Du Wei spun around abruptly.

He saw that the cloth curtain of the tent had somehow been slit open.

A Jinyiwei officer slowly withdrew his bloodstained Embroidered Spring Blade.

One of Du Wei’s trusted deputies now had a thin line of blood across his throat. Clutching his neck in disbelief, he collapsed to the ground.

“Ass—”

Du Wei had just begun to shout “Assassins!”

Two black shadows appeared beside him simultaneously like ghosts.

Bang! Bang!

The other two deputy generals didn’t even have time to react before being struck heavily on the backs of their necks, instantly knocked unconscious.

Du Wei was terrified out of his mind and instinctively reached for his sword.

A cold hand landed on his wrist.

He felt as though his arm had been clamped by iron pincers—unable to move at all.

Qinglong appeared before him.

“Commander Du.”

“The Young Master invites you for a visit.”

Chunyu Yue’s residence was brightly lit.

Inside the bedroom, the fragrance of wine filled the air.

Chunyu Yue’s face glowed red with excitement as he raised his cup.

“Master Han! Allow this old man to toast you!”

Han Shi lifted his wine cup, unable to conceal the smug pride on his face.

“You flatter me, Lord.”

“Once tomorrow’s operation succeeds, you and I will become the greatest contributors to rebuilding Great Qin!”

Chunyu Yue burst into loud laughter.

“Haha! Well said!”

“Once that brat is torn apart by the masses, I shall personally petition His Majesty to restore the rites and laws—and sentence those Jinyiwei dogs to death by a thousand cuts!”

Han Shi sipped his wine, a trace of contempt flashing through his eyes.

“Rest assured, Lord Chun. That child’s Jinyiwei are nothing but showpieces.”

“I’ve already laid a heavenly net throughout the city. Tonight, not even a fly of theirs will—”

BOOM!!!

A thunderous crash exploded through the room.

The expensive wooden doors of the bedroom were kicked apart violently into splinters.

Amid the flying debris—

Dozens of black-clad figures wearing Flying Fish uniforms flooded in like grim reapers crawling out of hell, instantly sealing every exit.

“Protect the master!”

The four guards brought by Han Shi reacted quickly, drawing their weapons and stepping forward defensively.

However—

What greeted them were seven or eight Embroidered Spring Blades stabbing simultaneously from different angles.

A flash of steel.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

In an instant, the four guards were riddled with over a dozen bloody holes.

The shock froze on their faces as their bodies collapsed limply to the floor.

The entire process lasted less than a single breath.

The smile on Han Shi’s face froze solid.

He stared at the overwhelming aura of bloodlust surrounding the Jinyiwei—

And at their utterly emotionless eyes.

Han Shi suddenly slammed the table and shot upward into the air.

The wine cup in his hand turned into a blur as he hurled it toward the lead Jinyiwei officer.

At the same time, the flexible sword at his waist flashed from its sheath like a venomous snake, stabbing toward another Jinyiwei’s heart.

He too was a deeply hidden expert!

Yet the targeted Jinyiwei merely sidestepped lightly, easily avoiding the flying wine cup.

The other Jinyiwei facing the deadly flexible sword neither dodged nor retreated.

His Embroidered Spring Blade moved later—but arrived first.

One slash upward.

Clang!

Han Shi’s flexible sword was knocked flying instantly.

Before he could even react—

Three Embroidered Spring Blades pierced into his body simultaneously from different angles.

Han Shi lowered his head and stared at the three blade tips protruding from his chest.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and absurdity.

“H… how is this possible…”

The Jinyiwei pulled their blades free.

Han Shi’s corpse crashed heavily onto the floor, splashing wine across the room.

Chunyu Yue collapsed onto the bed, trembling violently like a sieve.

He stared at the corpses littering the room—

At the Jinyiwei steadily approaching him step by step—

And a foul stench spread beneath him.

He had wet himself in terror.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something.

A final glimmer burst into his eyes.

“A scholar may be killed, but never humiliated!”

With a shrill scream, he rolled off the bed and hurled himself toward the supporting pillar beside the room.

He wanted to die to prove his integrity!

To preserve the reputation of a great Confucian scholar!

Just as his head was about to smash into the pillar—

Whoosh!

A sharp sound tore through the air.

A black scabbard flew forward and struck the back of his knee with perfect accuracy.

“AHH!”

Chunyu Yue screamed as his legs gave out beneath him, crashing heavily to his knees.

Qinglong walked before him and looked down coldly.

His voice was icy to the bone.

“By order of the Young Master.”

“Your dog life will be spared.”

“So you can witness with your own eyes…”

“How your Confucian path collapses.”

Dawn arrived.

The gates of the Chancellor’s Estate burst open.

Li Si rushed out with bloodshot eyes and disheveled robes like a maddened lion.

“Prepare the carriage! To the palace!”

He had to find Ying Ziye!

He had to ask that madman just where he intended to drag Great Qin!

But the moment he descended the steps—

A Jinyiwei officer blocked his path.

“Chancellor, please come with me.”

“Get out of my way!”

Li Si shoved him aside.

The Jinyiwei did not grow angry. He merely spoke calmly.

“The Young Master says he has prepared a grand morning court session for you.”

“The location is not Qilin Hall.”

Li Si froze.

Half-forced onto a carriage, he was taken away at full speed.

The carriage did not head toward the palace.

Instead, it stopped at the gigantic execution grounds in the center of Xianyang City.

Li Si stepped down from the carriage.

And then—

He saw a sight he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The entire execution ground was densely packed with corpses.

Hundreds.

Thousands.

The thugs who had looted and burned through the streets yesterday…

The assassins and dead men bought by Han Shi…

The military officers who had shouted about “purging the traitors beside the ruler”…

Their bodies had been piled into a small mountain.

Blood had dyed the entire execution ground a dark crimson.

At the center of the grounds—

The heads of Du Wei, Han Shi, and over a dozen rebel leaders hung high upon flagpoles, their eyes still open in death.

And beneath those flagpoles—

Chunyu Yue was chained to a wooden stake like a dead dog.

His hair was disheveled, his official robes torn apart, his eyes hollow.

His mouth hung open, but no sound emerged.

He could only stare helplessly at the living hell his own schemes had created.

Li Si looked at the mountain of corpses.

At the rivers of blood covering the ground.

The wind carried nothing but the overwhelming stench of blood.

His legs gave out beneath him.

He collapsed to the ground.

His mouth opened and closed, meaningless sounds rasping from his throat.

In the end, they became a whisper of utter despair.

“They’ve gone mad…”

“They’ve all gone mad…”