51: This is a world of cannibalism

Cui Hui's eyes widened, and he sternly rebuked,

"Miao Wenwei, you still dare to quibble even now!"

"Do you think His Highness doesn't know that all the rumors in the capital these days were spread by you?!"

"Master Miao, what a scheme! Inciting the emotions of the young masters in the capital to deal with His Highness! If His Highness hadn't been so blessed, he might have truly fallen into your hands today!"

Hearing that his deeds had been exposed, Miao Wenwei could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. His face instantly turned pale, and he plopped to his knees on the ground.

"Your humble servant deserves to die! Your humble servant deserves to die! Please, Your Highness, spare my son and me!"

The crowd parted, and Su Ming, with his hands behind his back and a benevolent smile on his face, walked over to Miao Wenwei, looking down at him from above.

"Master Miao, what are you doing? You're making this Prince seem like a petty person."

Miao Wenwei's face brightened, thinking Su Ming was going to let him go. Unexpectedly, Su Ming's next words made his face turn pale again.

"You are what you eat, so eating loss won't make this Prince a superior person; only eating people will."

"So, Master Miao, you understand, right? If you don't show something today, this newly appointed Prince Pinggan will be seen as a soft persimmon that anyone can squeeze."

As he spoke, Su Ming's smile became even more brilliant. He glanced at the crowd around him, whose expressions varied, but those whose gazes he swept over, one by one, lowered their heads as if facing a formidable enemy.

Su Ming was clearly smiling, yet it sent shivers down people's spines, especially his previous remark about only eating people to become a superior person, which made them all shudder.

Now they finally understood why Su Ming, despite his youth, could devise such a malicious scheme.

One cannot judge a book by its cover, nor measure the sea with a dipper...

At this moment, the old foxes, who held high positions and power, once again elevated their level of regard for Su Ming.

Su Ming patted Miao Wenwei's shoulder, who was kneeling before him, and continued,

"Master Miao, you don't need this Prince to tell you what to do next, do you?"

Miao Wenwei gave a bitter smile and nodded.

"I, Miao Wenwei, have been in officialdom for over a decade, and today, I admit defeat."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for sparing my life. Your humble servant understands!"

Miao Wenwei stumbled to his feet, drew a saber from a guard's waist, and walked towards his son.

"Father! Father! What are you doing?!"

Miao Hanqing, sitting in his wheelchair, felt a bad premonition rise in his heart when he saw his father walking towards him.

He frantically pushed the wheels of his wheelchair, trying to get away from his father, but with his legs broken, he was unable to move easily and fell directly out of the wheelchair.

"Father! Father! I'm your son! What are you doing?!"

Miao Hanqing, lying on the ground, cried out in anguish, trying to awaken the grim-faced Miao Wenwei.

"Son, our father-son duo cannot escape this calamity today. If you are still my son, Miao Wenwei, then shut your mouth like a man."

"But... Father..."

Before Miao Hanqing could finish his words, he saw a cold glint flash before his eyes, followed by a tearing pain in his left arm.

The next second, a piercing scream echoed through the streets and alleys.

"My arm! My arm!"

Miao Wenwei looked at his son, who was wailing and rolling on the ground, a flicker of pain in his eyes, but then he gritted his teeth and chopped at his own left arm.

Blood splattered, and a bloody arm fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked, secretly sighing that Miao Wenwei was indeed a ruthless person who could escape from Dagan to Northern Wilderness. He was not only ruthless to others but also to himself.

Miao Wenwei clutched his left arm, which was still bleeding profusely, and stared intently at the still calm Su Ming, asking,

"I wonder if Your Highness is satisfied this time?"

Su Ming's expression was inscrutable, and he replied in a deep voice,

"I am very satisfied with your actions, but I am not satisfied with your gaze."

"Understood."

Miao Wenwei nodded and slowly knelt before Su Ming, his proud head bowed so low it almost touched his chest.

"I wonder if Your Highness is satisfied this time?"

This time, Su Ming finally nodded.

"Hmm, after all, we are fellow countrymen from Dagan, and we need to look out for each other. If you have any problems in the future, feel free to come to this Prince."

Miao Wenwei lowered his head, biting his back molars tightly.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

"Alright, you may withdraw."

Miao Hanqing's guards, pale-faced, helped their master up, then went to carry the still wailing young master back into his wheelchair. The three staggered away, their figures appearing desolate.

When everyone looked at Su Ming again, there was a deep sense of dread in their eyes, knowing that a ruthless big shot had appeared in the capital this time.

At the same time, everyone was also curious about how Tuoba Man, who was also a Second Rank Prince, would react if he knew that a mere youth was now his equal.

"Alright, everyone, you may disperse."

"This Prince will host a banquet at his residence specifically to entertain everyone when there's an opportunity."

As if unaware of the complex gazes directed at him, Su Ming smiled and spoke to the crowd.

"Hahaha, then we shall await the invitation of Prince Pinggan!"

After another round of pleasantries, everyone reluctantly bid farewell to Su Ming.

Once everyone had left, Su Ming and Cui Hui returned to the courtyard.

Cui Hui held a handkerchief to his mouth, which was already splitting with laughter. At this moment, he was incredibly grateful for his decision to follow Su Ming.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, on ascending to the heavens in one step, becoming a Second Rank Prince, second only to one person and above ten thousand."

Su Ming smiled faintly and did not reply, but in his heart, he was sneering.

A Second Rank Prince?

A mere Second Rank Prince did not pique his interest. His goal was to make his four elder sisters kneel before him in repentance and make the Northern Wilderness Empress submit beneath him.

Moreover, he would not forget that Chen Xiuyu, the Son of Heaven's Mandate, had not yet fully awakened!

........

In a chaotic space, Chen Xiuyu looked at the surrounding mist, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Where am I? Am I already dead?"

Chen Xiuyu's memory lingered in the military camp on the Dagan front line. He only remembered being ambushed due to a moment of carelessness, and then his consciousness fell into a coma. When he woke up again, he was already in this unknown space.

Just then, the gray mist that filled the entire space retreated without warning.

Chen Xiuyu's pupils suddenly constricted, and he looked in shock at an old man who appeared not far away.

The old man had white hair and beard, an immortal-like appearance, and his whole body exuded a sharp sword intent. He was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

The old man just stood there calmly, and Chen Xiuyu felt a stinging pain all over his skin, as if the old man's single glance could make his soul scatter.

.......