Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 430: Despair and Hope

The Yongchang Marquis's face turned pale as paper in an instant, drained of all color.

He stared deathly at the letter in Xu Qing's hand, his body trembling violently beyond his control.

This... how could this be?!

These things were all handed to him personally by the black-robed man in that secret underground chamber! Aside from heaven knowing, earth knowing, and the two of them knowing, there could absolutely be no third person aware of this!

Xu Qing... Xu Qing was just a mortal, a powerless civil official. How could he possibly obtain something like this?!

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed frantically through his mind, ultimately converging into a single conclusion that sent bone-deep chills through his entire body.

Behind Xu Qing stood someone!

And it was a terrifying existence far beyond his imagination, one that could easily crush him!

"You..." The Yongchang Marquis raised his head to look at Xu Qing, his gaze indescribably complex—filled with shock, unwillingness, and anger, but above all, the despair of knowing the tide had turned completely against him, "Behind you..."

Xu Qing did not answer.He simply watched the Yongchang Marquis calmly, watching this mortal enemy who had caused his beloved friend's exile and forced him to endure five years of silence, now completely collapse under his step-by-step assault.

He slowly tucked away the secret letter and bowed deeply toward the dragon throne.

"Your Majesty, your servant's report is complete."

Upon the dragon throne, the Great Xing Emperor slowly rose to his feet.

He looked down from on high at the military commander who had completely lost his composure, and finally, without any attempt to conceal it, a bone-chilling killing intent surfaced on that dignified face.

"Yongchang Marquis Chen Yuan, guilty of treason and betraying the nation, beyond redemption!"

The emperor's voice echoed through the hall like a judgment from the Nine Netherworlds.

"Guards! Strip him of his official robes, remove his court crown, and escort him... to the Imperial Prison! Subject to joint trial by the Three Judicial Offices!"

"As you command!"

waiting outside the hall immediately rushed

Yongchang Marquis finally snapped out of his

torn open, his court crown rolling to

Qing stood still,

slowly to

a crimson sun was bursting forth from

pierced through layer upon layer of palace buildings, spilling over him, stretching his slender

Five years.

this morning in the capital, the sky had finally

...

Night, deep as ink.

The capital, Imperial Prison.

the Great Xing Dynasty, the nightmare of

of the Imperial Prison, the Heaven-tier

now covered in filth. His limbs were locked by thick iron chains, and his collarbones were pierced through by two icy iron hooks, his martial arts

his eyes tightly shut, as if

at that

there came an extremely faint, almost imperceptible "pfft" sound, like something being

Yuan's ear twitched

snapped

defeat, but was instead terrifyingly calm, even carrying... a cold

chess piece

They belonged to no court, no army—only to him alone. Their sole purpose was to serve as

and effective—he didn't need to give the order personally. As long as news of his public conviction and imprisonment

Prison, killing proceeded in utter

into the darkness like

were swift,

just turned a corner when, before he could even see what lay ahead, a poisoned short blade silently slit his throat from the shadow behind him. He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he clutched his neck and slumped down weakly. The faint but genuine spiritual energy fluctuation within the shadow flashed

them, each with a tiny

Silent slaughter. Efficient advancement.

internal structure of the Imperial Prison, avoiding all areas with potential traps and alarms as

of Chen Yuan's cell, the last two guards fell in

"Click."