DLERB -Chapter 85 My Nephew Is Invincible Under Heaven!

The smell of blood on the plaza outside the Chengtian Gate had not yet been completely blown away by the night wind.

Inside the side hall of the Qilin Hall, the lamps were brightly lit.

Ying Ziye stood in front of a massive writing desk.

He was too short, so he had to stand on a specially made footstool.

In front of him were fine ink and brush, and a sheet of blank silk.

Ying Zheng stood behind him, watching his son’s small back.

He didn’t understand.

This kid had just finished watching a big show, eaten his fill, and now—what was he about to do?

Ying Ziye picked up a wolf-hair brush.

He closed his eyes.

In his mind, Xiang Zhuang’s arrogant face and his wildly provocative handwriting clearly emerged.

When he opened his eyes again, he began to write.

The brush moved like a dragon and snake.

At first, Ying Zheng only watched casually.

But the moment the first character landed on the silk…

His breathing stopped.

This was not Ying Ziye’s handwriting.

Ying Ziye’s writing—he knew it well—was neat and elegant, carrying a calmness far beyond his age.

But this writing…

Arrogant.

Brazen.

Sharp strokes filled with domineering contempt for all beneath heaven.

It was identical in style to the broken sword lying on the ground.

It was Xiang Zhuang’s handwriting.

Exactly the same.

Ying Zheng looked at his son’s focused profile.

Just how many secrets was this little fellow still hiding?

Soon, a letter was completed.

Ying Ziye put down the brush, picked up the silk, and began reading it aloud in a childish voice.

“Uncle, the deed is done!”

“Ying Ziye, that old dog, has been heavily injured by my sword! He will not live much longer!”

The corner of Ying Zheng’s eye twitched.

Ying Ziye continued.

“The palace of Xianyang is in chaos! The old nobles of the royal clan are all my inside agents!”

“Raise your troops at once! Lead the elite forces of Chu north immediately!”

“Meet your nephew at Hangu Pass!”

“When I take Ying Zheng’s dog head, the land of Great Qin will be divided between us uncle and nephew!”

After finishing, Ying Ziye handed the letter to Ying Zheng and raised his little face.

“Father, how is it?”

“Does it sound like something that fool would say?”

Ying Zheng took the letter.

Every word on it carried a kind of deranged arrogance of a petty victor.

He was silent for a moment.

“Yes.”

“Too much like it.”

“Even Xiang Liang, that old fox, would dream of receiving this letter.”

Ying Ziye shook his head.

“Not enough yet.”

He clapped his hands toward the hall entrance.

“Bring a live chicken from the imperial kitchen.”

Shortly after, a eunuch entered trembling, holding a clucking old hen.

Ying Zheng looked at the chicken.

Then at his son.

A bad premonition rose in his heart.

Ying Ziye took the chicken.

His small hand gripped its neck.

The chicken struggled wildly.

His face showed no expression.

With a slight twist of his wrist—

Crack.

A crisp snap.

The chicken’s neck broke.

The entire hall fell silent.

The eunuch who brought the chicken collapsed to his knees.

Ying Ziye casually tossed the twitching body aside.

He grabbed the severed chicken head and aimed it at the letter.

With a sharp flick.

A few warm drops of chicken blood splattered onto the silk, forming eerie crimson “blood plum blossoms.”

After finishing, he nodded in satisfaction.

“This looks much more real now.”

He handed the freshly made “blood letter” to Ying Zheng.

“Father, now it’s believable.”

Ying Zheng looked at the letter, then at his son’s excessively clean hands.

He let out a long breath.

“This move of yours…”

“Is truly ruthless.”

He carefully put the letter away.

“However…”

“I like it.”

Ying Zheng smiled.

“Just a letter isn’t enough.”

“Xiang Liang isn’t stupid. He will send people to verify it.”

“So the situation in Xianyang must also cooperate and act the part.”

Ying Zheng immediately understood.

“You want me to be… ‘ill’?”

Ying Ziye snapped his fingers.

“Father is wise.”

“Not only ill—you must be so ill that you’re on the verge of death.”

“I suggest suspending court for three days.”

“Announce to the outside world that Father was frightened by assassins and has also caught a sudden illness. The Dragon Body is unwell and requires rest.”

Ying Zheng grinned.

“Fine.”

“Just in time, I also want to see what kind of things that Qinglong has been tinkering with in his ‘Heavenly Engineering Workshop’.”

He immediately issued the decree.

“Pass my edict!”

“I have taken ill. Court is suspended for three days!”

“No one is allowed to disturb me!”

The decree was issued.

The atmosphere in the entire Xianyang Palace grew heavy.

The Emperor had just survived an assassination attempt.

And now he fell ill?

Right after the Ninth Prince presented auspicious signs?

Rumors began to spread wildly, and unease filled the court.

Meanwhile, the true instigator of all this…

Was already dragging his “sick” father, changing into plain clothes, and quietly slipping out of the palace.

……

Xianyang, prison.

Deep within the dungeon.

A prisoner curled up in the corner twitched his ears.

He overheard the guards outside talking.

“Have you heard? His Majesty is unwell and has suspended court!”

“Really? Could it be because of that assassin…”

“Shh! Do you want to die?! Watch your head!”

Footsteps faded away.

The prisoner’s eyes lit up.

The Emperor… is sick?

An opportunity!

This was his last chance!

Just then—

Clang.

A key, as if accidentally dropped by a guard, slipped from his waist.

It landed right in front of his cell.

Then came hurried footsteps and cursing voices, as if some disturbance had broken out elsewhere.

All the guards rushed off.

The entire dungeon was left with only him.

He stared at the key right before his eyes.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed it.

He opened the cell door.

Like a rat, he pressed himself against the wall and slipped out quickly.

He did not know.

Behind him, in the shadows—

Qinglong’s figure flickered and vanished.

That “blood letter” which had decided countless lives had already been secretly placed into this “lucky man’s” possession using a secret technique.

……

At the same time.

Thousands of miles away, Kuaiji Commandery.

Xiang Residence.

The study was lit as bright as daylight.

Xiang Liang sat in the main seat.

The teacup in front of him had been replaced more than ten times.

Each time, it went from steaming hot to ice cold.

He had not taken a single sip.

He simply stared fixedly at the doorway.

Time passed slowly.

One hour.

Two hours.

Outside, the sky had already gone completely dark.

Still no news.

Not a single piece.

Xiang Liang’s heart sank bit by bit.

Had it failed?

Zhuang’er… he…

He did not dare continue thinking.

Just as he was about to fall into despair—

BANG!!!

The study door was violently smashed open from outside.

A blood-soaked figure stumbled and crawled inside.

“Report—!”

He fell to the ground but, with his last breath, raised a silk scroll stained with blood high above his head.

His voice was hoarse, yet carried uncontrollable excitement and joy.

“My Lord! Great news!!”

“The young master… the young master has succeeded!!!”