My Throne Is Not So Secure
Zhu Yu, who had become the Crown Prince through time travel, felt that his life had reached its peak. Yet when his father passed away and he ascended the throne, a sense of unease crept in. In the sou
Imperial Nation, the Palace, Imperial Study.
Zhu Yu sat alone in the vast Imperial Study, leafing through the secret memorials that had just been presented. Beads of cold sweat gradually formed on his forehead.
The contents of the secret memorial were divided into three matters.
First, in the southern border state of Wuguo, authority had been usurped by a martial society known as the World Society. They were currently suppressing local martial groups that refused to submit. The society’s leader, Xiongba, was exceedingly ambitious and warranted caution, but for now, the myriad martial factions within Wuguo made any immediate involvement unnecessary.
Second, in the northern Mongol territories, there existed a martial group called the Ming Cult, which had been recruiting tirelessly and now boasted one hundred thousand followers. Their intentions seemed rebellious, and they wielded considerable power. It was also discovered that the Ming Cult’s leader, Yang Dingtian, had vanished thirty years ago and was presumed dead. In the aftermath, Yin Tianzheng led a faction to break away and founded the Heavenly Eagle Cult, plunging the martial world into chaos. Currently, the Ming Cult and the Heavenly Eagle Cult had no dealings with each other—an opportunity ripe for exploitation.
Third, the Western Xia kingdom had invaded the empire’s borders with an army of fifty thousand. Fortunately, Qiao Feng, leader of the Beggars’ Sect, sent timely word, allowing the imperial forces to lay an ambush and secure a resounding victory.
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