Chapter 1033 Trial Determination
After leaving the palace, Chen Qingle seemed to have lost his soul.
There are six rounds of Xuanlian Trial, and each round is separated by fifty or sixty years according to convention.
Chen Qingle had already calculated that the fourth round was about to begin. The fourth and fifth rounds would give him fifty years, and the fifth and final rounds would give him another fifty years, which would add up to at least a hundred years of life.
But what Emperor Xuanlian said today completely shattered Chen Qingle's fantasy.
The interval between each round was shortened to twenty years, which means that he now has less than forty years left to live.
This made him dizzy more than any humiliation. Some people said that it was better to die calmly than to be humiliated like this.
But Chen Qingle sneered at such people. Anyone can speak boldly, but how many people can face their own death calmly?
People often say that it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. Isn't it a lie?
Chen Qingle flew slowly towards the East Suburb Cemetery in a state of despair.
His mother was the daughter of a criminal, and after her death, she could not be buried in the royal mausoleum, but could only be arranged by the people of the imperial city to be buried in the East Suburb Cemetery. However, Chen Qingle was not angry about this decision, because he could not enter and exit the royal mausoleum at will, but he could enter and exit the East Suburb Cemetery.
The East Suburb Cemetery is a huge cemetery, and all the deceased in the imperial capital are buried here.
The tomb of Chen Qingle's mother is at the edge of the East Suburb Cemetery, which is deserted. Within a hundred miles, there is only one lonely tomb of his mother.
Chen Qingle knelt in front of the tombstone in despair, and said blankly: "Mother, I don't have much time left, and I will come to you soon."
"But please forgive me for being unfilial, I don't want to see you so soon."
"Mother, I am so entangled now. Should I fight with the help of Wang Daoyou, or should I cherish the remaining forty years and live well."
Chen Qingle knelt in front of the tombstone for eight days.
During these eight days, he struggled violently in his heart, but no matter how he struggled, he could not muster the courage that had long disappeared.
On the ninth day, a group of people from the Second Prince's residence came to the tomb of Chen Qingle's mother silently.
Chen Qingle thought that he had angered the Second Prince, and was afraid that he would bear a grudge and come to take revenge, so he quickly protected his mother's tombstone and glared at the servants.
"What do you want to do! This is the place where my father was buried according to the imperial decree. What are you doing here? Do you want to disobey the imperial decree?"
The leading man stroked his mustache. He was in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm. He smiled and said, "Greetings to Lord Jingxian. I am the third steward of the Second Prince's mansion. We dare not disrespect the place where Concubine Ming is buried. However, the land ten miles outside Concubine Ming's tomb has been bought by the Second Prince."
Chen Qingle was shocked: "Nonsense! The burial ground of my mother is within a hundred miles! How could it be bought by him!"
"His Highness the Second Prince has asked His Majesty for permission, and His Majesty has agreed. Now the land ten miles outside Concubine Ming's tomb belongs to His Highness the Second Prince. His Highness the Second Prince intends to make good use of this land, and specially asked me to say hello to Lord Jingxian first."
Chen Qingle immediately had a bad premonition in his heart.
"What is he going to do?"
The third housekeeper showed a sinister smile, stroked his beard and said: "It's like this, General Zhenxi fought at the border before and captured many beautiful foreign women. It happened that His Highness was short of spiritual stones recently, and he had to use these women to earn more spiritual stones for the expenses of the royal palace. So, the second prince took a fancy to this precious land and planned to build the largest Piaoxiangyuan in the imperial capital."
Chen Qingle was stunned.
"You want to build Piaoxiangyuan next to my mother's tomb?"
"Yes!"
The third housekeeper's voice became more and more shrill, like a thorn piercing Chen Qingle's brain.
"The second prince said that in the future this Piaoxiangyuan will be the most high-end place in the Xuanlian Dynasty, and it must be managed by a top star. The second prince is kind and helped Miss Chanbi find a way out. In the future, Miss Chanbi will definitely be famous in this Piaoxiangyuan, attracting countless heroes to watch and play!"
Chen Qingle lowered his head, his fists trembling in his sleeves.
"I won't bother Lord Jingxian from bowing to Concubine Ming. Guys, take all the materials out of the storage bag. Lord Jingxian will kneel here for three years. After three years, Piaoxiangyuan must be built. By then, the first guest may be Lord Jingxian!"
Suddenly, Chen Qingle raised his head, and his red eyes were about to spit fire.
"I want your life!"
He shot at the third housekeeper like a sharp arrow.
The light of the black lotus shot out from his body, and a scimitar quietly fell into Chen Qingle's hand. However, the third housekeeper looked at him with contempt. When Chen Qingle rushed in front of him, a piece of yellow paper suddenly stuck to him, intercepting Chen Qingle in mid-air.
The third housekeeper was in the late stage of the spirit transformation, and his strength was much stronger than Chen Qingle, the prince who had not fought for a long time.
As soon as he waved his hand, Chen Qingle was suddenly bounced to the tomb of Concubine Ming: "Marquis Jingxian should kneel down in front of Concubine Ming's tomb, so as not to anger His Majesty. Let's get started!"
Chen Qingle got up from the ground and watched the group of people take out a large number of jade and wood from the storage bag. It seemed that a piece of his heart was missing. He glanced at the tombstone of his mother and kowtowed heavily.
After that, Chen Qingle resolutely took off into the air and flew away from the East Suburb Cemetery at a rapid speed, flying towards his Marquis Jingxian Mansion.
Chen Qingle descended on the Marquis Jingxian Mansion like a meteor. Chanbi sensed Chen Qingle's breath at the first time and came out to greet him.
She saw Chen Qingle's dusty face and red eyes, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
"Young Master, what's wrong with you..."
Chen Qingle suddenly pushed Chanbi's hand away and said softly: "Chanbi, get out."
"Young Master! What's wrong?!"
"I told you to get out! Don't you even listen to me now!"
Chen Qingle roared suddenly.
This roar frightened Chan Bi. She had never heard Chen Qingle roar at anyone, let alone her.
For a moment, she didn't dare to resist Chen Qingle, and could only look at his back worriedly, turning into a stream of light and leaving the Hou Mansion.
Chen Qingle opened Shu Han's door with a heavy heart.
When Chen Qingle returned to the Hou Mansion angrily, Shu Han had already had a premonition. Shu Han slowly opened his eyes and looked at Chen Qingle, whose eyes were spitting fire and filled with rage.
"Have you thought about it?"
boom!
Chen Qingle suddenly knelt in front of Shu Han.
"I, the forty-ninth prince of the Xuanlian Dynasty, Chen Qingle. Please accept me as your disciple and help me ascend to the throne! From now on, your words will be my fate, Chen Qingle!"
Shu Han said calmly: "Even if I have help, the road ahead will not be smooth sailing. You may die on this road at any time, you know."
"Know!"
"If the overall situation is not good, I will put my own safety first and will not live or die with you. You can accept this."
"As long as you sincerely help me, I will always put your safety first, so I will accept it naturally."
Shu Han nodded with satisfaction: "Then let's do the apprenticeship ceremony."
Chen Qingle knelt down three times and bowed nine times.
"Disciple Chen Qingle, pay your respects to the master!"