Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing still wanted to chat with him about the table, but Yang had already left.

Yu Ziqing opened his eyes and pondered for a long time.

He must speed up the pace of getting rid of Song, as it's a necessary condition for information exchange.

Originally, he thought about taking it slow; the simplest way would be to have Song fake his death.

Now it seems it's better to just go straight to the point.

So, Yu Ziqing sent a message to New Five, asking him to relay a message to the New Emperor Qian.

In a familiar place, by a familiar desolate seaside, Yu Ziqing set up a Formation of the hidden chamber, waiting for the New Emperor Qian to arrive.

The New Emperor Qian arrived quickly, just at the appointed time, and Yu Ziqing had just finished brewing the tea.

"I've done everything I should."

"I understand, now it's my turn." The New Emperor Qian's expression was calm.

"I've come to you for two more matters this time."

"Please go on."

"First, I've found a piece of your past, and I'm here to deliver it to you."

Yu Ziqing waved his hand, and a page of golden book bore a transparent face.

The New Emperor Qian gazed at the face, his eyes flashed, a hint of madness flickering in them, but he didn't rush to take it.

"And the second matter?"

"I want to ask for someone."

"Who?"

"Song Chengyue."

The New Emperor Qian didn't answer but stared at Yu Ziqing.

"Is Song Chengyue going to defect? Is he seeking refuge with you?"

Yu Ziqing shook his head.

"You're mistaken, someone like him has long cast life and death aside.

If he wanted to defect, he wouldn't wait until today.

This conversation wouldn't come from my mouth today.

I want this person.

This isn't a transaction.

Whether you're willing or not, you can take the face.

This is what I promised to find for you before.

If you're worried that Song Chengyue knows too much and might leak too many secrets.

Then just pretend I never spoke these words today."

The New Emperor Qian's mind raced, and he inexplicably smiled.

He thought, if someone like Song Chengyue could leave Daqian alive.

It would certainly be... a very interesting matter.

It would definitely be detrimental to Daqian.

But why should he care if it's beneficial or not to Daqian?

He only knew this was something his father, the old Emperor, could never have anticipated.

Song Chengyue had served as Commander for a long time, long enough.

Originally, after he ascended the throne, the first person he wanted to replace was Song Chengyue.

It's just that he doesn't care, and moreover, Song Chengyue does his job well and has discretion, knowing to only be loyal to the current ruler.

Even if it's a matter concerning the old Emperor Qian, Song Chengyue would still first come to the new Emperor for instructions.

This trait surpasses many ministers.

"Do you want him alive?"

"I want him alive, but how to handle things afterward is my concern."

"Alright, as you wish."

The New Emperor Qian didn't hesitate much and agreed directly.

The corner of his mouth even carried a hint of a smile that seemed amusing yet not amused, with the madness in his eyes almost uncontrollable.

Yu Ziqing involuntarily shivered.

Even though he had predicted, the New Emperor Qian simply wouldn't care, letting Song Chengyue go is seriously detrimental to Daqian's interests.

This lunatic thinks in a way that certainly has nothing to do with Daqian's interests.

If it were a normal emperor, Yu Ziqing wouldn't dare directly request in this way.

Yu Ziqing hesitated for a moment, then took out a small bottle of Sweet Rain Original Liquid and placed it on the table.

"If there are issues during integration, you can use it."

He wanted to drive the New Emperor Qian mad, but he's afraid of him being too mad.

The craziness that's uncontrollable and unpredictable is too much, making situations easy to lose control.

But now, there's no time to worry about that.

The New Emperor Qian didn't rush to integrate the face; he merely stored it away and took the sweet rain with him.

After returning to the Capital City, the New Emperor Qian summoned Song Chengyue.

"Minister Song, if you were to step down from your current position, would you be willing?"

The New Emperor Qian's demeanor was gentle, seeming to have a hint of negotiation in his tone.

Upon hearing this, Song Chengyue's expression changed slightly, but instead of fear, he seemed to be relieved of a burden.

He stepped back, straightened his clothes, and solemnly bowed.

"I, thank, Your Majesty for your grace."

He knelt silently, ready to face death with composure, already prepared to die.