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At the square in front of Chengqing Hall, the ministers formed a crescent shape around Luo Xin and his group. Emperor Xiao Wenxuan and Xiao Ming stood in the middle of the formation. Xiao Wenxuan looked surprised as Luo Xin took out one long stick-like weapon after another from wooden boxes. He asked Xiao Ming, "Ming’er, are these the firearms?" "Yes, Father. These are the firearms used in the Jizhou battle. Actually, it’s quite simple — just a smaller version of a cannon," Xiao Ming…-
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"Five thousand muskets?" Xiao Ming was a bit disappointed by the number, but seeing the expressions on Emperor Xiao Wenxuan and the ministers, he understood why. After all, they still doubted the effectiveness of muskets in the army — or maybe they just hated spending so much silver. In Qingzhou, Xiao Ming had often heard ministers complain about the cannon prices. Some even wanted the court to fund their own clan workshops to copy Qingzhou’s cannons. Those ministers weren’t patriotic; they just…
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All around was dead silent, and cold sweat suddenly formed on Xiao Ming’s back. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the inner door of the imperial study. That door led directly outside. He had a strong feeling that if he refused to sign, soldiers might storm in and kill him on the spot. After all, this exact scene had played out many times throughout history — emperors forcing strong princes to swear loyalty to protect the heir. Xiao Ming never expected that he would be part of such a moment…
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Only Yang Zhen and Emperor Xiao Wenxuan remained in the room. A scar ran across Yang Zhen’s face from left to right. Most people would be shocked by such a mark. But Xiao Wenxuan didn’t show any disgust. Instead, his eyes softened when looking at the scar. Years ago on the battlefield, Yang Zhen had taken a knife wound meant for Xiao Wenxuan — that was why he trusted him so deeply. "But Your Majesty, if the Second Prince is truly behind this, it will be a serious problem for you," Yang Zhen said…
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The candlelight flickered inside the imperial study. Emperor Xiao Wenxuan sat in deep thought. He clearly understood what would happen if he removed the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince was his eldest son — and born of his Empress — making him the rightful heir to the throne. If the Crown Prince were deposed, none of the remaining princes would stay calm. At that point, it wouldn’t be about birth order anymore — only strength and ambition would matter. He glanced at Empress Zhao and realized she…
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Steam slowly rose from the teacup. Prince Wei’s eyes kept darting around — clearly, he was calculating the purpose behind these demands. After a long pause, he hesitantly asked, "Is that the only condition?" "Yes, only that. But not just you, Third Uncle — no one in Wei Region may block Qingzhou goods," Xiao Ming said calmly. His only goal was to make sure Qingzhou goods could enter Wei Region freely and that Prince Wei couldn’t collect any taxes from the Qingzhou Chamber of Commerce. Prince…
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A bright moon hung above the trees, casting silver light over the palace. Everything looked mysterious and hazy under the moonlight. In just one day and night, Chang’an was already in turmoil — Xiao Ming had been attacked, and the Crown Prince was under house arrest. "Your Majesty, the Empress has been kneeling outside for half an hour. If she keeps kneeling like this, what will happen to her health?" said Feng Deshui, watching Emperor Xiao Wenxuan pacing back and forth. Ever since he returned from…
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The sounds of fighting kept echoing in the Eastern Palace. As soldiers poured in, the shouting and fighting gradually lessened. Soon, Du Heng brought thirteen people before Xiao Wenxuan. Seeing their clothes, anger rose in Xiao Wenxuan’s face. His body shook and he almost fell. “Father!” Xiao Ming quickly helped steady him. After closing his eyes and resting for a while, Xiao Wenxuan slowly straightened and sighed. He asked, “Crown Prince, how do you explain this now?” The thirteen looked…
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"Dear nephew!" Outside the royal mansion, Prince Wei seemed to have been waiting for a while. As soon as he saw Xiao Ming approaching, he rushed forward to greet him. At that moment, Ziyuan and Lu Luo also came out from the mansion. They both ran to Xiao Ming and checked him from head to toe. Only after seeing that he was safe did they finally let out a heavy sigh of relief. Last night, they had also heard about the assassination attempt and had been worried ever since. "I'm fine. Don’t worry," Xiao…
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Advanced chapter at patreon.com/caleredhair "Your Highness, why are you out here? Go back quickly!" Zhao Long shouted anxiously. At this moment, he no longer cared about rank and shouted at Xiao Ming. "I am not a weak scholar who can’t even tie a chicken!" Xiao Ming said coldly. If he didn’t have the courage to face the dangers on the battlefield, how could he defeat his cruel enemies? Since someone wanted to play this game with him, he was determined to play it to the end. He bit open…
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