n Jinjiang knew that his other sons and daughters were, in the eyes of the stingy King Wen, nothing but dispensable appendages.What he truly desired was still Li Junze, the son born to his original co...Chapter 1223: Confrontation

Without Zhu Chongshou needing to speak, King Ning's gaze had already fallen upon Zhou Ping'an.

"Greetings, Your Highness. My name is Zhou Ping'an, and I am honored to meet you." Zhou Ping'an bowed respectfully towards King Ning and introduced himself.

The official's self-designation caused Prince Ning to narrow his eyes slightly.

"My manor in Dayuan is located in a remote and desolate place, where even birds refuse to fly. It's so isolated that no one wants to come here. The last time an official from the capital visited was about three or five years ago. I wonder what brings Zhou大人 here today"

Ning Wang sat down on the Grand Master's chair in the center of the hall and raised his hand to signal that Zhou Changshou and Zhou Ping'an could sit down and speak.

Zhou Changshou sat down, but Zhou Ping'an didn't go to touch that chair. He knew even if he sat on it now, he would have to stand up immediately later.

"As for Your Royal Highness's words, to be frank, I am the newly appointed Supervisor of the Tax Bureau. That is why I have come this time for a tax audit."

The smile on Prince Ning's face slowly faded away, replaced by an impassive expression as he stared at Zhou Ping'an without uttering a word.

While Zhou Changshou's heart was in his throat, he couldn't help but look at Zhou Ping'an. In his mind, he roared: "This reckless bastard, he actually openly told the King Ning about his intentions, without even trying to conceal them! Isn't this a provocation!" Who is King Ning How could he tolerate such insolence

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I don't know how long it took, but suddenly the King Ning let out a sneer, “You have guts.”

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As these four words fell, King Ning slapped the solid wood tea table beside him with a heavy hand.

With a deafening boom, the coffee table shattered into fragments, scattering across the floor.

Just this single palm strike reveals that Prince Ning is no ordinary man, but possesses extraordinary martial arts skills.

"There are dozens of vassal kings throughout the land, yet you've come to my territory specifically to collect taxes What kind of taxes are you looking for Do you look down on me, or are you deliberately targeting me"

King Ning's eyes widened with fury, and a powerful aura erupted from his body.

Decades of military life, coupled with the fact that Dayuan Mansion was located behind Yueya Pass in a border region directly facing the pressure from the Liao Kingdom, meant that even ordinary people here had a particularly fierce and hardy folk culture. This is even more true for King Ning, who held the esteemed position of a prince.

This surge of momentum, like the clang of gold and iron horses, made Zhou Ping'an feel as if he were facing thousands of troops.

The immense pressure suddenly engulfed Zhou Ping'an like seawater, leaving him with the sensation of drowning and suffocating. Such terrifying pressure would be unbearable for ordinary people.

The tremendous noise from within the hall caused all the guards of the Wangfu outside to rush in.

Zhou Ping'an didn't look back, but he could hear the soldiers running, the scrape of armor against armor, the clang of weapons, and the muffled, steady beat of their march.

You can tell just by looking at them, they're a battle-hardened elite force.

Standing still, Zhou Ping allowed the terrifying aura of King Ning to wash over him.

But he stood firm like an unyielding rock amidst the raging storm.

Nearby, Zhou Changshou's brow furrowed, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He almost couldn't help but stand up to speak for Zhou Pingan.

But Zhou Changshou knew that at this moment, he absolutely could not speak.

Otherwise, things will only get worse.

Therefore, Zhou Changshou suppressed the impulse in his heart and could only pray that Zhou Ping'an really had a way to break it.

Under immense pressure, Zhou Pingan spoke. The more he spoke, the calmer and lighter his tone became, like a gentle breeze passing over everyone's hearts, easing the tension and excitement of the situation considerably.Chapter 1492 Why No Corpse Embalming