Since the beginning of summer in Minyue, there have been constant storms and rains. In recent days, sea breeze has swept across many places, and many places have suffered disasters.

Generally speaking, royal palaces are built on places with higher terrain and are not easily affected by rain. Although the palaces of Wuzhu cannot be compared with those built by the great powers of the Central Plains to a rich extent, at least the principles of building halls are still adhered to.

Therefore, Wuzhu's palace is the only place in the entire capital that was less affected by heavy rain.

The surging rain tilted down, hitting the eaves of the palace, making noises. The strong wind outside the hall drowned out the sound of everything.

The fire in the hall shook, and there was no one standing with a sword, and his heart was as wild as the wind.

Surrender to Qin or resist Qin?

This is a difficult choice. As a king, Wuzhu has his own judgment. Although Qin is powerful, Wuzhu doesn't know how much power the Qin Emperor would invest in the remote place of Minyue?

Since he left the King's name, he was attached to China. This is undoubtedly a difficult decision for a king with great achievements. Wu Zhu has ambitions and is still very young and attached to Qin, which means he will waste ten years of his life.

And what kind of changes will happen to the world ten years later? Who can know?

Because of so much uncertainty, Wuzhu kept hesitating in his heart, and even handed over the matter of organizing people to fight against the disaster to his prime minister.

The hall was still silent, and the flames in the braziers on both sides became more and more intense. In the trance of Wuzhu, who was pondering, felt that the fire snake seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, so big that it seemed to be able to swallow the entire palace.

"No, this is not an illusion." In front of the throne, the flames in several braziers grew in vain and connected with each other, twisting and turning seemed like fire dragons. In the midst of Wuzhu's exclaim, the dead soldiers hidden in the dark on both sides had already reacted first. They walked forward with daggers in hand and rushed into the violent flame without hesitation.

"Oh, it's so annoying!"

The flames disappeared, and the air in the hall suddenly cooled. On the dark floor, there was a girl in red dress standing on the darkened ground. And beside her, several dead soldiers fell to the ground and had no rest.

"Who are you? How did you come in?" Wu Zhu asked coldly. Wu Zhu was wary of this beautiful woman who looked like a naive person.

"I came here on the order of my master for one thing."

"What?"

"Take your head."

After hearing the girl's words, Wu Zhu didn't move at all, and he didn't even pull out the sword on his waist.

"You won't." Wu Zhu said with certainty.

"What would you say that?" The girl's head tilted slightly, and she looked at the man in front of her curiously and asked.

"There is no murderous intent on you."

"Okay! My master did say that I can't kill you first. Instead, I want to ask your answer?"

“What’s the answer?”

Bang!

A long sword was thrown from behind the girl to Wu Zhu's face. The blade was sharp and the tip of the sword was easily inserted into the stone floor.

Wu Zhu's face was surprised, and he had even appeared on the surface. But what surprised him was not the girl's magical illusion, but the sword itself.

"This is the sword of the former king Goujian, Chunjun!"

Since the demise of Yue Kingdom, all the treasure swords hidden by King Goujian of Yue in the past were lost. Without any of them, I also saw the graphics and introduction of this sword in an ancient book of Yue Kingdom.

Its sprinkle is like a lotus, its rays are rotten like stars, its light is muddy like water overflowing into the pond, its broken rocks are like rocks; its talent is radiant as ice releases.

"My master seems to have said that this sword is Chunjun. I'm giving it to you, do you want it?"

"What?"

This situation is too absurd, and Wu Zhu couldn't accept it for a while.

"Who is your master?" After a long time, Wu Zhu asked. Who is so powerful that he can not only obtain the sword of the former king, but also bring it to his own temple. The precise plan and the power required behind this are simply unimaginable.

"I have used a trick to bring down your guards. It's so heavy rain that the guards patrolling in the palace haven't discovered it so quickly." The girl seemed to see through Wuzhu's thoughts and said so.

This woman is indeed not simple. She seems innocent and in fact she is extremely cunning. Wu Zhu said in his heart, but he dared not look down on the person in front of him.

"What's the problem with your master?"

"It's very simple. My master only asks you three words, will you give up?"

With a loud bang, Wuzhu's heart seemed to be a thunderous act. Will it be reduced to descend? Countless possibilities flashed through his heart. In the end, he suddenly realized and said, "Your master is Prince Qin!"

"You haven't answered my question yet?" The girl's face was dissatisfied, but her words confirmed Wuzhu's answer.

Looking at the girl's coquettish expression, Wu Zhu felt funny in his heart for a moment, but after the smile, he felt an inexplicable trance and asked, "So what if you fail to surrender?"

"My master said that if you do not surrender, you can only let me kill you. My master said that you have not designated an heir now. If you die, you will definitely repeat the mistakes of King Wujiang of Yue, and the Minyue Kingdom will be scattered and divided. At that time, the imperial army will advance eastward and will no longer be ashamed to pacify Minyue. If you surrender, it will be much simpler. As long as you are willing to kneel in front of this Chunjun sword, swear to be the master of my family, and protect this Chunjun. Then my master will naturally not make things difficult for you, but on the contrary, he will protect you and your people."

After the girl finished speaking, she smiled even more. For this naked threat, Wu Zhu's fear even exceeded the humiliation that rushed over. Wu Zhu had no doubt that if he said no, the girl in front of him would become a bloodthirsty killer in the next moment and come to take his life.

There was no excessive rhetoric, and Prince Qin had to give him two choices, life or death. What was hidden under the cold choice was Wu Zhu very clear. People were the slaughter and I was the fish, and the strong never needed to pity the weak. Although this girl or a killer took advantage of the heavy rain to sneak into the palace that should have been guarded strictly. But there was a first time, who knew if there would be a second or third time. It was easy for Prince Qin to take his life.

Wu Zhu walked off the throne step by step and came to the Chunjun sword. His hand stroked the hilt of the sword, feeling the delicate carvings rubbed against his hands.

After a hundred years, the sword of the former king and the national treasure of the Yue Kingdom finally returned to his hands and the Yue people.

"What's your name?" Wu Zhu raised his head and suddenly asked.

"Fire Butterfly." The girl still looked innocent and innocent, as if nothing had ever lingered in her heart.

"Then please tell the Crown Prince that King Wuzhu of Yue is willing to surrender!" Wuzhu took a breath, said, and then knelt down and swore to Chunjun: "Until this body dies, I will be the chief of Your Highness, and I will never take the oath!"

"Very good. My master knew that the Minyue Kingdom was hit by a disaster, and the supporting materials would be delivered soon." After saying that, the girl turned around and left the hall.

"I thank Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Wu Zhu said thanking, and his voice echoed in this empty palace. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!