amaotonovel Chapter 365 Is it Your Majesty?
Chapter 365 Is it Your Majesty?
Di Renjie's sharp eyes were fixed on the magnificent yet weathered palace before him, and he couldn't help but murmur softly, "Han?"
The slightly trembling voice was filled with endless emotion.
His eyes wandered over every intricately carved eaves and brackets in the palace, and every brick and stone that had stood the test of time but remained solid and heavy. The glorious era of the Han Dynasty slowly unfolded in his mind.
Those years of war and battle, those brilliant chapters of literary talent, and those legends of emperors and generals were all played out in such palaces.
Now, the palace lay dormant in this underground city. Although it had been restored, it could never fully recreate its former glory. Even the sight of it, only about 70% of its original state, was enough to make Di Renjie's heart surge. His throat seemed to be choked, and he could only mutter those two affectionate words again: "Great man!"
This underground city is like a mysterious underground maze, with intricate spaces extending in all directions, and every corner seems to hide unknown stories.
All the streets were built in the style of the Han Dynasty. The bluestone slabs had a cool luster, and the houses on the street had high eaves, carved beams and painted buildings. Although they looked a little old, they could not conceal their simple and elegant charm, making people feel as if they had returned to the distant and fascinating Han Dynasty.
Under the guidance of the sickle officer, Di Renjie, Wu Meiniang, Zhang Xuanwei and others slowly walked towards the depths of the underground Han Imperial Palace.
Their footsteps were a little heavy, and Di Renjie and Wu Meiniang's hearts were pounding, and they were very nervous.
This is the imperial palace after all, a symbol of the emperor's authority. Even though it is buried deep underground where the sun never shines, its innate majesty still overwhelms us.
The figure of the current emperor couldn't help but appear in their minds. Could it be his majesty among them?
But hasn’t Your Majesty already led the army in person?
With such an uneasy mood, they carefully crossed the threshold that symbolized the forbidden area of the imperial palace.
When they reached the palace gate, Li Yuanfang and Lin Yu stopped in tacit understanding. They stood quietly outside the palace, guarding the entrance.
The sickle officer led Di Renjie, Wu Meiniang and Zhang Xuanwei and slowly walked into the palace.
Inside the palace, on the tall and sturdy pillars on both sides, there were long-burning lamps hanging. The dim light flickered in the silent air, making the light in the palace even more eerie and strange.
Compared to the streets, this place is more like another world. It is so quiet that it is a bit creepy. Only the footsteps and light breathing of the few of them echo in this empty hall.
Di Renjie looked around and couldn't help sighing in his heart.
History is truly amazing. Who could have expected that the place they are standing on now was once the place where the civil and military officials of the Han Dynasty and His Majesty the Emperor held court to discuss state affairs and make decisions on major world affairs.
But now, things have changed and this once magnificent hall has been given a new name - the General Office of the Secret Party.
The layout of the hall retains the original structure. The lofty dragon platform exudes an awe-inspiring atmosphere. On the dragon platform stands a majestic and solemn dragon throne, silently telling of the past glory.
In the center of the hall, a huge gong is particularly eye-catching.
The sickle officer walked quickly to the gong, picked up the gong hammer without hesitation, and hit the gong hard.
The sound of gongs suddenly exploded in the hall, and the deafening sound spread in all directions.
The sickle officer banged the gong and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Marshal, hammer officer, come out quickly, there's a new person here for an interview."
"What are you doing?"
Her voice was loud and echoed in the empty hall. The gong hammer in her hand flew up and down without any sign of stopping.
Di Renjie, Wu Meiniang and Zhang Xuanwei stood aside and witnessed the sickle officer's actions. They looked at each other in astonishment, all with stunned expressions on their faces.
Why would this Shadow Secret Guard act like this?
With such casual noise and bustle, where is the solemnity that a mysterious organization should have?
This was completely different from their previous imagination and understanding of the Shadow Secret Guard. The mysterious filter they had in their minds about the Shadow Secret Guard began to show cracks.
"Okay, okay, stop hitting me! It's coming, it's so noisy! I'll wear a mask!"
Following a hurried voice, a figure hurriedly flashed out from one side of the hall.
The man wore a mask with a lifelike hammer pattern carved on it.
Then, another more powerful voice rang out from the other side of the hall: "Sister Sickle, stop hitting! It's coming! It's too noisy!"
I saw a tall and burly man striding towards me. On his forehead was a unique mark of hammer and sickle patterns intertwined and combined into one, exuding a unique aura of majesty.
The clothes of these two people were a little messy, obviously they came in a hurry, and there was no order at all.
Di Renjie and Wu Meiniang looked at each other, their eyes full of doubt and surprise.
From each other's eyes, they both saw disbelief at the scene before them.
Is this the legendary Shadow Secret Guard?
Are these two people who seem to act so casually really members of the Shadow Secret Guard who are carrying out confidential missions?
The awe they had felt for the Shadow Secret Guard had now largely dissipated, replaced by deep confusion.
"Let me introduce you."
At this moment, the clear voice of the sickle officer broke the brief silence.
She pointed at the man wearing the hammer mask and said, "The one with the hammer on the mask is Officer Hammer, and he's at the same level as me."
Then, she turned her gaze to the man with the unique pattern on his forehead, and said with a hint of respect, "As for that man, he's the immediate superior of our Shadow Secret Guard. He reports directly to His Majesty. You can just call him Marshal."
The man called the Marshal seemed a little dissatisfied with the sudden noise.
He casually straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, then strode towards the dragon throne with his head held high.
Under the gaze of everyone, he turned around without any hesitation and sat down steadily on the dragon throne, naturally and without any sense of incongruity.
This sudden scene made Di Renjie and Wu Meiniang open their eyes wide, with surprise written all over their faces.
They never imagined that this so-called marshal would be so presumptuous as to dare to sit on the dragon throne casually.
This was not only a blasphemy against the imperial power, but also a strong blow to their inherent ideas.
Compared to them, Zhang Xuanwei, who was following behind, reacted even more violently. His body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened instantly, and he stared at the Marshal and the Hammer Officer intently, his expression frozen in an instant, motionless.
His mouth opened slightly, wanting to say something, but it seemed like something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a word.
Because he clearly saw that the Marshal was faintly emitting a unique aura - the appearance of a true dragon!
This is a facial feature that only emperors have, symbolizing the power that is destined by heaven.
And that hammer officer frightened Zhang Xuanwei so much that he almost cried out.
Above him, the true dragon and all living beings appeared clearly!
That look, that demeanor, is exactly the same as that of the current emperor, without any difference!
Zhang Xuanwei only felt his head buzzing, and everything went blank in an instant.
His heart began to beat violently and uncontrollably, and the "thump, thump" sound of his heartbeat was particularly clear in his ears.
His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, his mind was in chaos, countless thoughts flooded in like a tide, but dissipated in an instant, leaving only a huge question mark.
what is happening?
Hasn’t Your Majesty already gone to lead the army in person?
This true dragon is unique in appearance and is a special mark bestowed upon Your Majesty by God. How could there be a second one?
In his entire life, Zhang Xuanwei had only seen His Majesty possess such a unique destiny, and this had become a deeply ingrained perception in his mind.
But now, another person with the same destiny actually appeared before his eyes.
His body began to tremble slightly, not because of fear, but because the shock deep in his heart had reached its peak.
For a moment, Zhang Xuanwei was completely stunned. He stood there, unable to extricate himself.
His eyes kept moving back and forth between the Marshal and the Hammer Officer, trying to find some answers from them.
Could it be that it wasn't His Majesty who led the army in person?
Could it be that the hammer official in front of me is the real Majesty?
But how is this possible?
Your Majesty is extremely noble, how could you be inferior to others?
Even if there is another person who possesses the true dragon appearance, then Your Majesty should be the commander-in-chief!
What is going on here?
Zhang Xuanwei was struggling in his heart. He didn't know whether to believe his own eyes or stick to his long-held beliefs.