Peace Order

He suddenly had a feeling, he didn’t recognize those four characters, but in all likelihood, he understood what kind of emotion and meaning this line of text truly represented.

It said—

Welcome the Royal Army.

Chen Dingye departed, and Li Guanyi’s troops entered Jiangzhou city. With the heavily armored Qilin Army, they restrained the collapse of order, which was highly probable in such chaos, and then checked to see if any other traps left by Chen Dingye remained.

However, after spending almost a whole day in a simple investigation, the conclusion was shocking to everyone.

"The fire almost didn’t burn the common folk, or rather, it was taken away by the Fire Qilin before it even began to burn. Strange, didn’t that old boy Chen Dingye know the power of the Fire Qilin early on? How did he dare to set fire in front of the king?!"

Southwest Prince Duan Qingyu wondered.

Within the Qilin Army, the previous generation’s battle-hardened general, who had repeatedly faced off against the Taiping Duke and Divine Martial King, could still escape, and had done so multiple times, each time going into battle. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Each time he lost.

Lost and came again.

At the same time, the current generation’s stress-resistant king of the Qilin Army, Yue Qianfeng, stroked his chin and offered a unique perspective, saying: "Perhaps this kid finally broke his mind, but there are other matters even more puzzling..."

Yue Qianfeng stroked his chin and said: "The Inner City was burned quite severely."

In the city, there was an Inner City and an Outer City. Although there was no clear demarcation, the closer to the Chen Country’s palace, the more likely one would find high-ranking officials and the fiery figures of the court. It was considered a special privilege.

In the past, this was the distinction between inside and outside. In the eyes of the Inner City nobles, the other Jiangzhou commoners had no right to say they lived in the capital of Great Chen. They were just civilians providing conveniences for them.

But this time, the fire almost exclusively burned the Inner City’s high-ranking officials and gentry of great families.

Pre-dug ditches ensured the flames didn’t spread outside. The fierce blaze, in fact, had been burning long before Chen Dingye climbed the city wall to proclaim the burning of the city — the real fire had long burned out.

The subsequent fire was almost like a play.

Moreover, after Yue Qianfeng and Duan Qingyu’s investigation, they discovered a more shocking scene.

In many noble family homes, not a single person was left alive, innocent or not, good or not, all were slaughtered. Bodies piled together with treasured land deeds and indentures of the families, burned to ashes, creating a shocking sight.

Yue Qianfeng, a formidable general on the battlefield, who had wreaked havoc on the battlefield with his dual Battle Halberds, and wielding the Red Dragon Suppressing Nine Provinces Divine Skill, earning the description of "bloody hands,"

But even someone like him felt a chill facing the events in Jiangzhou city:

"Burn the indentures, kill the scholars."

"This guy’s reputation in later generations is bound to be ruined."

"In the past, Old Yue thought Chen Dingye’s methods were too ruthless, but now using such methods on these bastards with eyes in their asses, it feels extremely gratifying."

"After all, even Brother Wen He Wen Qingyu wouldn’t strike this hard."

"The great families of Great Chen over three hundred years, how noble and successful, could live near the palace, taking countless years of effort to establish deep roots in Jiangzhou, like the roots of an ancient tree."

"Have you ever seen it? There’s a kind of tree whose roots are bigger than its above ground trunk, much bigger, and densely packed. When you dig it up, the roots even have rotten rat corpses hanging on them."

"This time, Chen Dingye thoroughly uprooted these noble families."

"Damn, so swift and neat. Damn it, these methods are more efficient, ruthless, and direct than Yan Daiqing... cough cough, I mean, Brother Wen Qingyu. Indeed, no strategy compares to picking up and chopping away."

Yue Qianfeng sighed deeply.

Before entering, Duan Qingyu knew what Chen Dingye had done and was disdainful, thinking something was wrong with the city burning. How did the formerly bullied kid have a bit of the mad blood of the old Chen Family?

Upon entering, wow.

This behavior is even scarier than the old wolf Chen Fubi before he died?!

Are all of your Chen Family members more terrifying in dire straits?

Southwest Prince Duan Qingyu’s mind was buzzing.

He felt he couldn’t keep up with the rhythm of the entire Central Plains. What’s this? Foolish monarch, tyrant? Or a hero?

He used to think only Chen Fubi of the Chen lineage was troublesome.

Now he feels if he faces Chen Dingye, he might get toyed to death.

Is this the so-called king honed in three hundred years of chaos?

Duan Qingyu sighed in his heart, wordless, though his gaze fell on the young and steady Prince Qin, suddenly feeling that living too peacefully in Jiuli and the Southwest might not be such a good thing.

Almost being unable to keep up with the changes in the Central Plains.

Anyway, regardless of many wonderful plans in the past, with various power plays.

In the end, the noble families and officials never expected Chen Dingye’s One Sword.

The top official families, the civil and military power ministers who had entrenched themselves, absorbing Great Chen’s blood and flesh for three hundred years, all were wiped out, burned to ashes from top to bottom.