ebonymovies Chapter 308 Good news comes from Hebei and the Northwest
Chapter 308 Good news comes from Hebei and the Northwest
He is now the king of this place, and the people are his subjects.
Life, death, honor, and disgrace are all in his hands, depending on a single thought.
He can do whatever he wants with them. Anyone who disobeys will die.
"Yes……"
Qin Yong lowered his head, a wave of fear washing over him.
He seemed to no longer recognize his adoptive father, who had ascended the throne; he was terrifyingly unfamiliar with him.
What was once just melancholy and taciturn has now become brutal.
His eyes, his tone, his murderous aura—he was completely different from before.
He didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
"General, we have captured Dou Jiande's former subordinates."
Several generals arrived at the main hall, smiling as they pointed to the bound people behind them, their faces full of flattery, as if they were seeking credit.
"Now that I'm sitting here, do I still need to be called a general?"
Qin Qiong stood up and asked in a gloomy tone.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Upon hearing this, the generals immediately changed their tune and knelt down in unison.
His forehead touched the ground, and he dared not even breathe.
"Those who submit to me prosper, those who defy me perish. Are you willing to surrender?"
Qin Qiong walked down step by step, his pace neither hurried nor slow, and asked the group with a smile.
That smile, seemingly gentle, sent chills down one's spine and made one's hair stand on end.
"Qin Qiong, you truly are an ungrateful wretch! You dare to demand our surrender!"
The leader was named Fan Yuan, a loyal general under Dou Jiande.
He never thought much of Qin Qiong, finding him hypocritical, treacherous, and two-faced.
The fact that Qin Qiong betrayed his master and usurped power today only made him despise him even more.
He raised his head and stared intently at Qin Qiong, his eyes filled with disdain and anger, showing no fear whatsoever.
"Well said! Since you're unwilling to submit to an ungrateful person like me, then die!"
As he spoke, Qin Qiong took out the golden mace from his waist and smashed it hard against Fan Yuan's skull.
The movements were swift and ruthless, without the slightest hesitation.
With a muffled thud, the golden mace struck the skull, the sound deep and chilling.
Fan Yuan's body fell straight down, without uttering a sound, and he was no longer alive.
Blood and brain matter were spilled all over the ground, a horrifying sight.
"And you?"
Qin Qiong turned around and looked at the remaining people, blood still dripping from his golden mace.
In the past, he was concerned about his reputation, afraid of being gossiped about, and afraid of being criticized behind his back, so he wouldn't have taken the drastic step.
What does he have to worry about now?
They can kill whomever they want, however they want.
reputation?
What does reputation matter?
Can it be eaten as a meal?
He killed Lü Xiao, destroyed the Sui Dynasty, and wrote his own story however he wanted!
"Kill me if you want, and see if I even flinch."
The other person chuckled, his eyes full of disdain, and a hint of mockery on his lips.
What good end can someone who betrays his former master repeatedly expect?
It's just that I lived a few more days than them.
Today he kills others, tomorrow others will kill him.
What goes around comes around; no one escapes the wrath of Heaven.
"Then I'll send you on your way!"
With another muffled thud, the second person slowly fell to the ground.
The mocking smile lingered on his face for a long time.
"Your Majesty, we are willing to surrender!"
Seeing this, the remaining people disregarded their so-called integrity, bent their knees and knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly, their foreheads pounding loudly.
What loyalty, what integrity?
In the face of life and death, everything else is bullshit.
Being alive is more important than anything else.
"Loosen the reins!"
Qin Qiong put away his golden mace, turned around and returned to his throne, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of smugness in his expression.
From then on, the capital was under the control of Qin Qiong.
After the Li family breached Dou Jiande's camp, they did not launch an offensive against Qin Qiong.
Li Shimin knew that Qin Qiong was a pawn he had placed, and this pawn still had a use.
He dispatched troops and successively brought Hengshan, Xiangguo, Wu'an and other counties under his control.
The Li family occupied most of the original Jizhou region, and their power expanded rapidly, making them a formidable force.
Qin Qiong, on the other hand, took Youzhou as his main territory and half of Jizhou in the east as his secondary territory, swallowing up most of Dou Jiande's territory and establishing himself as king.
From then on, Hebei was no longer dominated by one entity, but by two entities standing side by side.
On the surface, the Li family and Qin Qiong are in a standoff.
Secretly, the two sides have an ambiguous and interdependent relationship.
Soon, the news from Hebei reached Luoyang.
For Yang Guang, this was absolutely good news.
He sat in the imperial study, flipping through the battle reports sent from Hebei, his face beaming with an uncontrollable smile.
Although the Li family was always a potential threat, the fact that Dou Jiande, who dominated Hebei, was dead was enough.
As for Qin Qiong, he's nothing special.
A fickle and despicable man, a traitor who turns his back on the Lord for personal gain.
Even if they occupied Dou Jiande's territory, it would only be doing the work for someone else.
This kind of person will never achieve great things.
Moreover, he had even better news to tell Lü Xiao.
He immediately arranged for someone to summon Lü Xiao and others to the palace for a meeting, not wanting to wait even a moment longer.
Before long, Lü Xiao, Yuwen Chenglong, and Yuwen Huaji arrived at the palace.
Chengdu was already waiting at the palace gate, leading everyone through the long corridor to the pavilion in the back garden.
Inside the pavilion, Yang Guang leisurely played chess, the white and black pieces arranged in a pleasing, orderly fashion.
He held a chess piece in one hand and a teacup in the other, a rare relaxed smile on his face.
This was the first time in so long that he had felt so happy and at ease.
Jiangdu was pacified, Jiangling was pacified, and Hebei was pacified as well.
The sky over the Great Sui Dynasty is finally about to clear.
"Your Majesty, Prince Shuo and the others have arrived."
Yuwen Chengdu, who was serving as a guard, stood outside the pavilion and reminded Yang Guang not to speak too loudly.
"Okay, Zi Lie, come and sit down."
Yang Guang immediately beckoned with a smile and invited Lü Xiao to sit opposite him.
"Your Majesty seems so pleased; there must be good news?"
Lü Xiao already knew about the situation in Hebei, but knowing the answer, he asked the question and, after sitting down, accepted the teacup offered by a palace servant.
"Hahaha, I can't hide it from you, I really can't hide it from you."
Yang Guang laughed a few times, put down the chess piece in his hand, and then began to talk at length about the military situation in Hebei.
From Dou Jiande's murder to Qin Qiong's usurpation of the throne, and then to the Li family seizing the opportunity to recover lost territory.
He recounted each and every incident with great enthusiasm, his spittle flying as he spoke.
Yuwen Huaji and Yuwen Chenglong stood outside the pavilion, listening intently, not daring to miss a single word.
When they learned that Qin Qiong had betrayed Dou Jiande again, killed his former master, and declared himself king,
The two of them immediately lost their composure, exchanged a glance, and their eyes were full of mockery.
"Father, this Qin Qiong is truly a reincarnation of Lü Bu!"
Yuwen Chenglong approached Yuwen Huaji, muttering to himself with a mocking smile on his lips.
He had lost count of how many former masters Qin Qiong had betrayed.
In short, there were many, even more than Lü Bu, the ancestor of King Shuo.
Back and forth, over and over again, this person has never been still for a single day.