Chapter 6

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……………………I am the pure dividing line……………………………………

Zhao Hao's prediction was correct.

Zhao Yun was indeed a very indecisive person. Such a person finds it hard to make decisions but is very easily swayed by others.

In short, he had a soft spot for others' words.

And this weakness was far too easy for others to exploit.

Whispers in the pillow, without a doubt, were the most effective method for someone with a soft spot for others' words.

With Xie Daoqing's help, Zhao Yun finally made up his mind.

It was actually a very simple matter.

The Song Dynasty was not the Qing Dynasty, and Shi Miyuan was not Ao Bai.

Shi Miyuan was just an old and unscrupulous villain, a weak and powerless scholar-official.

He never expected that Zhao Yun would have the heart to kill him.

He even more never expected that the seemingly harmless Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er would dare to kill him.

They looked so innocent, they were only ten years old, how could they have the heart to kill?

Was this the reaction a ten-year-old child should have?

Shi Miyuan was stunned, and with this question, he permanently left the world.

Zhao Hao took his right hand out from behind Shi Miyuan, his hand covered in blood.

Zhao Ling'er handed him a handkerchief, and Zhao Hao calmly wiped the blood off his hand, his face expressionless.

This was his first time killing someone, but he did not feel any discomfort.

He did not feel any excitement; he was not a murderer.

He also did not feel any fear, especially the common reaction after killing—nausea, vomiting, and revulsion. Zhao Hao did not feel any of that.

Zhao Hao's feeling was very ordinary, as if he had just stepped on an ant, neither proud nor sad.

Subconsciously, Zhao Hao placed himself in the position of a strong person. Although Shi Miyuan was a powerful minister of his time, killing him did not give Zhao Hao any sense of achievement.

Zhao Yun looked at Zhao Hao's calm face and was slightly startled.

His son was indeed too cold.

Even Zhao Yun himself felt a complex mix of emotions, but Zhao Hao acted as if nothing had happened.

But thinking that Zhao Hao was his son, and his only son, Zhao Yun felt a bit relieved.

He had no intention of changing the crown prince, so after his death, the throne would definitely be Zhao Hao's.

With no conflict between them, the more outstanding Zhao Hao was, the more reassured Zhao Yun felt.

Zhao Ling'er's eyes lit up, and she decided that she would definitely learn to be as calm as her elder brother in the future.

Because Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er were twins, they had a close relationship from a young age, and Zhao Ling'er had always been fond of sticking to Zhao Hao.

As Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er grew older, Zhao Ling'er began to consciously imitate Zhao Hao.

Imitating Zhao Hao's demeanor, actions, and tone of voice.

This was a kind of admiration. In Zhao Ling'er's heart, her elder brother was simply too cool.

In Zhao Ling'er's young mind, Zhao Hao had established an image of being all-powerful. So Zhao Ling'er believed that achieving what Zhao Hao had would make her life worthwhile.

Zhao Hao took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, opened the cap, and dripped a few drops of liquid onto Shi Miyuan's corpse.

A moment later, Shi Miyuan's body vanished, leaving only a puddle of water on the ground.

It was a corpse-dissolving powder, which Zhao Hao had specially commissioned to be made.

This medicine was not difficult to prepare; it was just that many people had not thought of it.

Since Zhao Hao knew about the existence of corpse-dissolving powder, he naturally wanted to find a way to make it.

Sometimes, it would be very useful.

Like now.

"Father, the aftermath is up to you," Zhao Hao said.

At this moment, there was no one else in the palace except for the three of them.

Zhao Yun nodded and said, "I have already made all the arrangements. Once Shi Miyuan is dead, the traitors will surely fall apart."

"Since Father has a plan, I am not worried. Ling'er and I will take our leave first," Zhao Hao said.

"Alright, you two go rest. Hao'er, do you need to see a doctor?" Zhao Yun was still worried that Zhao Hao might have some psychological trauma.

After all, Zhao Hao was still young, and Zhao Yun found it hard to treat him as an adult.

"Thank you for your concern, Father, but it's not necessary. If I can't handle such a small matter, how will I face the storms and trials of the future?" Zhao Hao said.

"Small matter..." Zhao Yun was speechless.

Shi Miyuan had been a thorn in his side for eight years, and in Zhao Hao's eyes, it was just a small matter.

But from today's events, it was indeed a small matter.

"Alright, you two go ahead." Zhao Yun waved his hand, dismissing Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er.

Zhao Hao's unintentional words had hurt the emperor's self-esteem.

The emperor needed some time alone to calm his shock and the excitement of taking personal control.

Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er stepped out of the palace, saw the sun high in the sky, and both smiled in relief.

"Brother, don't forget me for such matters in the future," Zhao Ling'er said to Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao was slightly taken aback, looked at Zhao Ling'er's serious face, and nodded, saying, "Alright, I won't forget you."

Children of the imperial family are always precocious.

Although Zhao Ling'er was only ten years old, with Zhao Hao's help and the stimulation of the palace, she had already started to have her own thoughts.

"Ling'er, come with me. I have something to discuss with you," Zhao Hao made a decision in his heart.

"Okay." Zhao Ling'er usually spent more time with Zhao Hao than in her own quarters, and she even often slept in Zhao Hao's place.

Since they were both still young, no one cared about the distinction between boys and girls.

"Ling'er, what do you think about us starting a gang?" Zhao Hao said to Zhao Ling'er after they returned to his palace.

"Brother, although we practice martial arts, we are not people of the江湖 (jianghu, the world of martial arts)," Zhao Ling'er said.

"Father is in good health and will likely rule for at least several more decades. During this time, if we do not have our own strength, we will always be at the mercy of others, have to look at others' faces, and even have to do things like today's ourselves. Ling'er, are you willing to live like that?" Zhao Hao said.

Zhao Ling'er shook her head and said, "No, but Father won't let us act recklessly."

"Father is in the court, and we are in the wild. The world of martial arts is a big chessboard, and the court is shortsighted in ignoring it. Since the court looks down on the world of martial arts, I will take control of it," Zhao Hao said.

The world of "The Return of the Condor Heroes" is ultimately a world of martial arts.

Sometimes, martial arts can truly accomplish incredible things.

Improving the Song Dynasty's overall strength by working through the court is not impossible.

But it is too troublesome.

Moreover, Zhao Hao was not the emperor.

Therefore, working through the world of martial arts was the most suitable approach.

"Alright, Brother, I'll follow you. What will our sect be called?" Zhao Ling'er asked.

A faint smile appeared on Zhao Hao's lips, and he said calmly, "The Power Sect."