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!"

been waiting outside the hall

his immense shock, frantically trying to crawl toward the dragon throne, only to be pinned to the ground

roughly torn open, his court crown

stood

to

bursting forth from

layer upon layer of palace buildings, spilling over him, stretching his slender figure into an impossibly

Five years.

in the capital, the sky

...

Night, deep as ink.

The capital, Imperial Prison.

the Great Xing Dynasty, the nightmare of every prince and noble. Once cast in here, it meant

deepest part of the Imperial

once-splendid prison uniform now covered in filth. His limbs were locked by thick

eyes tightly shut, as if he had accepted

that

extremely faint, almost imperceptible "pfft" sound, like something being pierced by

Yuan's ear twitched

eyes snapped open in the

trace of despair or defeat, but was instead terrifyingly calm,

his final chess piece

belonged to no court, no army—only to him alone. Their sole purpose was to serve as his last-resort trump card

effective—he didn't need to give the order personally. As long as news of his public conviction and imprisonment in the Imperial Prison spread, this death-man organization lurking beneath the capital, named "Shadow," would automatically initiate the

Imperial Prison, killing

black ghosts, merging into the darkness like specters,

were swift, lethal, and

a scream before he clutched his neck and slumped down weakly. The faint but genuine spiritual energy fluctuation within the shadow flashed and vanished in the darkness—this was the result of ten years' painstaking effort by the Yongchang

a shadow passed by them,

Silent slaughter. Efficient advancement.

all areas with potential traps and alarms as they charged straight for the deepest Heaven-tier

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

"Click."