Chapter 72: Great Ming’s Rights Protection Pioneer! Seeking Monthly Tickets
Establishing the Imperial Grandson?!
Isn’t it just establishing Zhu Yunwen?!
After all my struggling, wasn’t it all for Old Zhu to kill me in anger and for me to transmigration back to modern times?!
And the result?!
Did I lift a rock only to drop it on my own foot?!
If I had just waited another day, even just one night, wouldn’t I have been able to go to the court session for establishing the Imperial Grandson and absolutely destroy that waste Zhu Yunwen?!
At that time, Old Zhu would definitely have killed me!
But now, it’s great. I’ve struggled for so long, I’ve even made Old Zhu faint three times, and I’m still not dead!
This damn.
It’s too hard!!!
He, Zhang Biao, a transmigator who only wanted to die, has by chance become others’ light, others’ good elder brother, a thorn in their side, and that damned knife.
Collapse!
He’s truly collapsed!!
Zhang Biao could no longer hear anything Shen Lang was saying.
His mind was blank, only the words ‘establishing the Imperial Grandson’, ‘messed up’, and ‘by chance’ were frantically echoing.
All his calculations, all his seeking death, all his madness
In the end, in such an entirely unexpected way, the very thing he wanted most to do was ruined.
Old Zhu didn’t establish Zhu Yunwen?
Then what was all this he did?
He sought death but didn’t die, and instead earned what he couldn’t even describe, a monumental, abstract merit?!
This damn.
Isn’t this screwing over the old man?!
A tremendous sense of shock, absurdity, and extreme bewilderment, like “I took off my pants and you show me this,” instantly drowned Zhang Biao’s sanity like a tsunami.
He felt his vision darken and his ears buzz, and the hand grasping Shen Lang’s arm slid down powerlessly.
Then, under Shen Lang’s terrified gaze, a certain muscle group in his body briefly lost control due to excessive shock.
The stream of yellow liquid that should have flowed smoothly towards the corner of the wall abruptly veered, drawing a sudden, fragrant arc, precisely
Pouring all over Shen Lang’s official boots and trouser legs.
“!!!”
Three exclamation marks instantly popped up on Shen Lang’s forehead.
He felt a warmth on his instep, and a rich liquid, a mixture of Wang Mazi’s home-style braised ingredients and alcohol, soaked his cloth socks.
Time seemed to congeal.
Shen Lang looked down at his wet trouser legs and boots, then looked up at Zhang Biao, whose face was blank, his eyes unfocused, as if his soul had departed and was still dripping.
In the back alley, only the untimely sound of flowing water remained, and the faint, muffled voices from the official residence discussing ‘how to die for a cause creatively’.
Shen Lang’s lips trembled for a long time. Looking at Zhang Biao, whose soul seemed to have half-transmigrated back, he let out a soul-wrenching question with a choked sob and immense grievance:
“Brother Biao. You. you peed on my feet.”
Zhang Biao remained unresponsive, maintaining that posture, his eyes blankly staring at the foul-smelling corner, as if he saw the dinner he had to prepare, the happy-fun cola, and the air-conditioned room getting further and further away from him.
He only unconsciously murmured, “Pig’s head meat is the death of people.”
“Brother Biao—!”
Shen Lang finally couldn’t hold back, raising his voice and saying with grief and indignation, “Aim properly!”
“What?”
This shout finally brought Zhang Biao’s soul, which had flown to the highest heavens, back.
He jolted and looked down.
Whoa!
His thing was still dripping, and Shen Lang’s right foot, along with half his trouser leg, had turned into a watery expanse.
It even reflected a suspicious sheen in the dim alley.
“Cough, cough!”
Zhang Biao’s old face flushed red, and then he quickly put away his weapon, tightened his belt, his movements slightly flustered, trying to cover up the awkward scene:
“Brother Shen, it was an accident! Purely an accident! Do you know what this means? It means our brotherly bond is deep! We’ve literally become one with the water!”
After saying this, he quickly patted Shen Lang’s shoulder, saying with a heavy tone:
“This is a baptism of revolution, a trust between comrades! See, I don’t treat you as an outsider!”
Shen Lang: “…”
I’m crying, damn it!
The price of this trust is really too… fragrant, isn’t it!?
“Alright, alright! Stop crying like a woman!”
Zhang Biao forcibly steered the conversation back to the main topic. Although he was panicking inside, he couldn’t lose face: “Oh, right, Brother Shen, you said earlier about establishing the Imperial Grandson, is that news reliable? Is the Emperor really planning to establish the Imperial Grandson today?”
Shen Lang sniffled, trying hard to ignore the warmth and smell from his feet, and said with lingering fear:
“It’s pretty much confirmed! That Scholar Liu was the first to propose establishing an heir, and although the Emperor was very angry at the time, he was eventually persuaded by him and Prince Mei. There must be something going on. You know, just a few days ago, the Emperor dealt with Lu Ping and Qi Tai who proposed establishing an heir!”
“Mhm, yes, there’s definitely something going on.”
Zhang Biao nodded repeatedly: “Perhaps it was a staged act between the Emperor and them, wanting to test the opinions of the court officials. If no one opposed it, they would definitely establish the Imperial Grandson!”
“Yes, I just don’t know which Imperial Grandson they’ll establish!”
“Does that even need to be asked? It’s definitely Zhu Yunwen, that waste!”
“Ah?” Shen Lang was full of surprise: “How does Brother Biao know?”
“How could I not know? Think with your butt and you’ll know, he has no other choice!”
“But, we messed up the Emperor’s important matter of establishing an heir by demanding our salaries today. Do you think he will…”
Saying this, Shen Lang thought of Zhou Ya’s fate and couldn’t help but shiver: “Will he skin us alive and light us with candles?”
“What? Are you scared?”
Zhang Biao glanced at Shen Lang.
Then he heard Shen Lang say with a choked sob: “I’m not afraid of death, but I’m afraid of pain.”
“Look at your unpromising self!”
Zhang Biao impatiently glared at Shen Lang, then sighed: “We won’t die so easily now, unless the Emperor wants to incur the wrath of heaven and earth!”
“Why?”
“Because punishing corrupt officials, he has the moral high ground. Punishing us, it’s against heavenly principles and the righteous anger of gods and men!”
After saying this, he sighed somewhat helplessly: “Alas, I originally just wanted to die, but I didn’t expect to be tied down by you bunch of scoundrels!”
“But there’s no need to worry, the Emperor didn’t establish Zhu Yunwen today, there’s still tomorrow, and the day after. He’ll establish one eventually!”
“When that time comes…”
Saying this, he suddenly grabbed Shen Lang’s shoulder and said solemnly: “As long as there’s a chance, I will die for a cause and advise the Emperor. You’d better get far away from me and don’t interfere!”
“This time, consider it me owing you. I can’t stand to see you bottom-dwellers suffering!”
“Isn’t it, Brother Biao, that if you die for a cause to advise the Emperor, you don’t want the Emperor to establish His Highness the Second Imperial Grandson?” Shen Lang couldn’t help but curiously ask.
“Don’t ask about things in society! Let’s go!”
Zhang Biao waved his big hand and, without another word, dragged Shen Lang towards his dormitory.
“Wait! Wait, Brother Biao, there’s one more thing. Can we really get our back pay from the Ministry of Revenue tomorrow?”
“Heh!”
Zhang Biao sneered, then said solemnly:
“Before, we were like ants, not even worth a dog’s glance. Do you know what we are now?”
“What?”
“The Great Ming’s frontline defenders who made the Emperor collapse three times!”
