Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1141: Chapter 1141: Start Fighting at the Slightest Disagreement_1 Chapter 1141: Chapter 1141: Start Fighting at the Slightest Disagreement_1 Shen Chenghao’s remark instantly shifted the complexions of many present.

The Royal Family’s brushes with the Hell’s Flower had been sealed by orders of Yang Wenxiao and Emperor Yongan, and few were privy to the details. Shen Chenghao, always at odds with the Royal Family, should have never heard of such things.

Yet now he somehow knew that everything Emperor Yongan tasted was bitter, and he had brazenly announced it before everyone!

With such a sinister laugh, what was he plotting?!

In the span of a lightning thought, Yang Wenxiao abruptly stood up and pointed at Shen Chenghao, shouting, “Guards, seize Shen Chenghao!”

Many Imperial Guards encircled the platform, packing it densely.

A dozen guards stood atop the platform as well, the personal guards of Yang Wenxiao, Emperor Yongan, Yang Hao, and Yang Zheng. Adding the Imperial Guards, there were a hundred total. Upon Yang Wenxiao’s command, movement stirred amongst the guards on stage and the Imperial Guards below.

However, their targets differed. The guards sought to capture Shen Chenghao, but the Imperial Guards aimed their assault at the guards as well as those seated on stage, including Yang Wenxiao and Emperor Yongan.

Simultaneously, from the outer layers of the Imperial Guard, where onlookers had gathered, hundreds surged forward, each wielding either a blade or a sword, charging towards the platform.

To capture the thieves, first capture the king. If they could take down Emperor Yongan and Yang Wenxiao, then the Yang Family would be finished.

All of Daqi was on the brink of changing hands!

A hundred Imperial Guards huddled around the platform, and from the crowd, several hundred more charged, all converging onto the platform.

This sudden turn of events stunned many onlookers.

Yang Wenxiao and Emperor Yongan remained composed, while Yao Xian shrieked in terror. Yang Hao, sitting beside her, quickly raised his hand to pat her shoulder, “Mother, do not fear.”

On his other side sat Yang Zheng and Feng Huihui. Feng Huihui, witnessing this scene, became somewhat petrified, but maternal instincts prompted her to rise, circle the table filled with teacups and pastries, and embrace Yang Zheng in her arms.

The mother and son huddled together in the large chair, shivering as they watched the Imperial Guards surge towards them, their faces etched with despair.

Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai stood by the stove, a mere twenty meters from the platform. The crisis erupted without warning, but Tong Sanlang’s reaction was lightning-fast. Unsheathing a long whip from his waist, he held the whip in his right hand and clutched Qiao Xiaomai’s shoulder with his left, appearing before Yang Wenxiao in a speed scarcely perceptible to the naked eye.

Like a gust of wind, he effortlessly materialized on the stage.

After setting Qiao Xiaomai on the ground, he lashed out ferociously with his whip at the Imperial Guards who were pouncing towards Yang Wenxiao and Emperor Yongan.

Ever since that day at the Bai Residence when he was forced to unbuckle his belt, he had recognized the advantages of a whip, thus replacing his long-borne soft sword with it.

The five-meter whip was only as thick as a baby’s finger. Lashing out, it covered a wide area and was agonizing upon impact.

The platform was less than twenty meters in length. With just a couple of flicks of his whip, all the charging Imperial Guards were knocked down off the stage.

This was the might of a man singlehandedly holding the pass against ten thousand; it was precisely this sort of momentum.

Ren Zhong and some dozen guards felled the attacking Imperial Guards and swiftly formed a protective ring around Yang Wenxiao and the others.

The encircling Imperial Guards in the distance, witnessing this, hurried forward to protect the royals.

Meanwhile, Shen Chenghao had already been rescued from the platform and stood ten meters away. Staring at Yang Wenxiao and the others on the platform, he let out a cold snort and, with a sinister tone, said, “Revered Emperor, Your Majesty, why persist in this futile struggle as cornered beasts?”