Destined Martial God

0Through the open window, Yu Haoran could see two middle-aged men dressed in police uniform standing on the east side of the street. One of them was beating a gong and the other was beating a drum.     4

    

"Make way, make way!"    

    

Behind the two constables was an elite soldier in armor holding an imperial edict in both hands.    

    

At the same time, on the west side of the street, a group of more than a dozen young noblemen, dressed in silk long gowns and holding folding fans, had nervous and eager looks on their faces as they watched the rapidly approaching constables and the armored elite soldiers.    

    

"Which one of you is called Cui Minlian?" he asked with a fawning smile as he walked quickly to the gongzi who was beating the gong in front of him.    

    

"I'm Cui Minlian!"    

    

As soon as the gong officer finished his interrogation, the only young man among the dozen young masters who wore old clothes and a piece of linen walked out from the crowd with an excited expression.    

    

"Congratulations, Young Master Cui. Congratulations, Young Master Cui. You have won first place in the Hall Competition this year, and are ranked first in the Spring Festival Gala!"    

    

The smile on his face was quickly replaced by a flattering smile. The middle-aged constable who was beating the gong handed the letter to his friend and took out a purple gold letter. Then, he respectfully handed it to Cui Minlian.    

    

His hands trembled as he received the purple gold word pad. Then, he slowly opened it. When he saw the contents of the letter, Cui Minlian immediately cried out towards the sky with tears streaming down his face.    

    

"Father, mother, your son is the top scholar for high school!"    

    

"Cui Minlian accept the decree!" While Cui Minlian was shouting to the sky, two elite soldiers rushed over to him. They opened the imperial edict in their hands and announced it to Cui Minlian at the same time.    

    

Although the content of the imperial edict was very simple, the commotion it brought caused caused caused the entire street to fall into a state of complete silence.    

    

Prince Consort's horse!    

    

The content of the imperial edict was that His Majesty would betroth his most beloved Orb Princess to Cui Minlian.    

    

The top scholar of high school, bestowed with the title of Prince Consort, the seemingly lowly Cui Minlian, had, in just a few minutes, completely transformed his entire life.    

    

Whether it was Cui Minlian himself or the people on the streets, all of them showed their reactions to the sudden change in their lives.    

    

It was as if Cui Minlian was the only one who was truly happy. After all, he was the only beneficiary.    

    

Envy and envy occupied the vast majority of the audience. After all, this beautiful scene of one flying up from a tree branch and turning into a phoenix was a dream that the vast majority of people present dreamed of.    

    

There were also a lot of people who were filled with hatred.    

    

Especially the young masters standing behind Cui Minlian, among these false congratulations, hatred was revealed in their eyes, making them wish they could just take a knife and kill him.    

    

It was a sight to behold!    

    

Seeing the different reactions of everyone on the street, Yu Haoran, who originally held the mindset of watching a show, gradually immersed himself with the feelings and insights of different emotions. At the same time, a bright and spirited aura gradually rose from his body.    

    

Cui Minlian, who had finally calmed down from his excitement, took the edict from the armored soldier, and the scene in front of him changed.    

    

An ordinary city was replaced by a luxurious mansion, and the noisy tavern was replaced by a cozy, romantic room with a big, red, joyous word on it.    

    

Looking at the red candle that lit up the room, looking at the bride who was sitting motionlessly on the bed, and then at Yu Haoran who was sitting right next to the bride, the air that was filled with life suddenly filled with life.    

    

Pressing off the bridal red cap, blowing out the burning red candle, he was both the top scholar for the new science, and also the Prince Consort's Cui Minlian. At this moment, he had truly reached the pinnacle of his life.    

    

The scene changed, the skinny Cui Minlian, even though he was wearing luxurious clothing, but the sadness between his eyebrows showed that his life after the wedding was not what it seemed.    

    

"Princess, it's not convenient today. Prince Consort, please come back another day!" A middle-aged mama in her forties said, not concealing the contempt in her eyes.    

    

To this, Cui Minlian's eyes flashed with a trace of anger, but in the end he still sighed lightly and turned around to leave.    

    

Although his mind was in a state of enlightenment, Yu Haoran still subconsciously glanced at the Prince Consort's Residence.    

    

His spiritual will that had originally disappeared suddenly returned at this moment.    

    

Through the walls and the courtyard, he saw the beautiful princess lying happily in the arms of a handsome young man with extraordinary temperament.    

    

As for the young man, he looked at the Princess' slightly protruding abdomen, his eyes exuding a gaze as gentle as water.    

    

The telepathic thoughts that he could summon suddenly disappeared, and Yu Haoran discovered that he had arrived at a dilapidated inn. Inside the inn, he saw Cui Minlian kneeling in front of a pair of tablet.    

    

There was no need to hear Cui Minlian's mutterings, Yu Haoran's mind suddenly recalled the whole situation.    

    

In addition to their monthly salary, they also needed to spare some clothes and food to curry favor with the people of the Prince Consort's Residence. This way, they would be able to meet the princess and spend the night with her.    

    

Under these circumstances, he was completely unable to help Han Ru to bring him up. Moreover, his parents who were far away in the village had eventually starved to death.    

    

"Bang!" Bang! "Bam!"    

    

Cui Minliang heavily kowtowed to the pair of tablets with a letter in his hand that had already been dyed red with blood. His eyes revealed a crazy killing intent.    

    

He got up and took out a yellowed book from under his pillow and carefully hid it in the lapel of his shirt. Then, he turned around and left the inn, heading straight for the antique shop not too far away.    

    

He had used the precious book he had stolen from the palace's Wen Court to exchange for three thousand taels of silver. Of this, two thousand was used to bury his parents and the remaining one thousand was to bribe the several guards of the Prince Consort's mansion to quietly sneak into the princess' room.    

    

Cui Minlian's heart was set ablaze as he looked at the sleeping princess and the handsome youth who had been sitting beside her.    

    

He used the chair to firmly press against the door and quietly walked to the side of the bed. Then, he raised the sharp knife he had prepared earlier and stabbed it into the young man's heart.    

    

"You!"    

    

The immense pain from his heart caused the sleeping youth to suddenly open his eyes.    

    

Feeling the rapid loss of life and looking at Cui Minlian's ferocious expression, the young man's eyes were filled with endless regret.    

    

After all, with his family background and looks, he still had tens of years of wealth and countless beautiful women waiting to be pampered.    

    

Now, because of a moment of greed, he had finally ended up dying young. How could he not regret it?    

    

Suddenly, a large amount of blood spurted out of the dagger and spurted onto the sleeping princess' face, causing her to slowly come to her senses.    

    

When she saw the Prince Consort holding a sharp knife before her bed, she turned her head to look at the dead youth, and instantly felt fear and grief in her heart. She couldn't help but scream out.    

    

Cui Minlian did not stop him. He took out his parents' memorial tablet from the bag beside the bed and placed it on the table.