Chapter 4: I Swear to Live and Die with Tokyo

Zhao Ning’s gaze fell upon Sun Fu, and he smiled, saying, “But he just told me that the spell could be cast immediately today.”

Seeing that the emperor was not angry but even smiling, Sun Fu felt somewhat reassured and decided to bluff: “Your Majesty, why not let Master Guo come up first? We can end here today and perform the spell another day.”

“Another day?”

Sun Fu’s face lit up with a smile. “Yes, another day. When the spell is cast, it will surely repel the Jin invaders. Rest assured, Your Majesty…”

“You say ‘another day’ just like that! What did you tell me yesterday? You said he could drive off the Jin today! And now you tell me ‘another day’? What do you take me for?”

Zhao Ning’s expression changed immediately; the smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a coldness as piercing as ice and snow. His words almost roared out.

Startled, Sun Fu turned pale, his body weakening as he fell to his knees, trembling uncontrollably. “Your Majesty… have mercy! I only do this for the great Song Dynasty!”

Zhao Ning had been on the verge of losing his temper for some time.

Before, he couldn’t expose Guo Jing’s deception outright, as doing so rashly would damage the emperor’s dignity.

But now, the truth was almost out in the open—anyone could begin to see through Guo Jing’s lies.

“For the great Song Dynasty! How dare you say that! You, a mere assistant to the Privy Council, a third-rank official, were entrusted with defending Dongjing City, and instead, you bring me a charlatan who spews nothing but lies! And you still have the nerve to say it’s for the Song Dynasty!”

Transported to this damnable era, Zhao Ning was already seething with rage.

Having just awakened, he was immediately confronted with something that seemed to drag him straight to hell, fueling the fire of his anger.

The other officials trembled in fear.

Sun Fu knelt silently, not daring to utter a word.

In truth, Sun Fu was a proponent of war and a man of some backbone.

Historically, after Dongjing fell, he vowed never to surrender and was killed by the Jin army.

But the problem was, the man had made a foolish choice—he’d brought in a so-called mystic.

And bear in mind, this man was a vice prime minister-level official!

Zhao Ning, growing impatient, said, “Bring them all up here!”

The imperial guards hurried to haul everyone up.

As soon as Guo Jing stepped forward, he hastily said, “Your Majesty, I just calculated by finger counting—today is not a suitable day for casting the spell…”

Before he could finish, Zhao Ning snapped, “Seize this fraud and execute him on the spot!”

Everyone was taken aback, and Guo Jing was utterly stunned.

“What are you waiting for? Cut him down!” The emperor’s anger erupted, veins bulging on his forehead, eyes wide, shouting at the imperial guards.

The emperor’s roar sent shivers through the crowd.

Logically, as a man from the 21st century, Zhao Ning shouldn’t have resorted to killing upon arrival—after all, the 21st century was a humanistic society that valued harmony.

But damn it, he was about to be dragged north to live in a five-star hut, forced to spend the rest of his life in humiliation—did they expect him to talk about humanistic care now?

It wasn’t that he couldn’t wield the blade; it was the others who were too complacent!

Wang Zongchou was stunned.

Kill someone?

He had never killed a man!

The imperial guards exchanged glances; none had ever killed before either!

Such was the state of the late Northern Song.

Seeing the hesitation among the guards, Zhao Ning grew even more impatient.

In his previous life, he was an executive at a large financial firm, known for his temper. Coupled with the dire circumstances, he completely lost his composure on the spot: “Zhang Shuye! Where are your men? Bring a few who know how to kill!”

Zhang Shuye was a genuinely battle-hardened man.

In his youth, he had served on the northwestern frontier around Lanzhou with his father and resolved a major crisis in the Song’s northwest through a strategic maneuver.

He was also the one who dealt with the real Liangshan bandits.

During the second Jin siege of Dongjing, he rallied thirty thousand troops to break through the Jin encirclement and enter the city.

Though a civil official, he was one who fought on the battlefield.

Other civil officials might hesitate even to kill a chicken—but not him!

On the battlefield, what did it look like?

Heads spun through the air relentlessly, floating in rivers of blood.

Hearing the emperor’s command, Zhang Shuye immediately responded, “As you command!”

He ordered his son, Zhang Bofen, to find a man strong enough for the task. Zhang Bofen volunteered boldly, “Your Majesty, I will wield the blade!”

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing was so terrified he collapsed, repeatedly kowtowing, “Your Majesty, have mercy! Have mercy…”

Several soldiers seized Guo Jing and bound him with ropes.

Zhang Bofen drew his blade, took a few steps forward, and with a single stroke, severed Guo Jing’s head, which rolled onto the ground.

The headless corpse collapsed limply, blood gushing from the neck. Guo Jing’s eyes remained wide open, frozen in the last moment of terror.

It was Zhao Ning’s first time witnessing a beheading; he staggered slightly but forced himself to steady.

Standing atop the city tower, the wind and snow whipped his cloak.

His gaze swept over everyone present, and even now, he felt somewhat unreal.

He had truly traveled back to the late Northern Song. The endless Jin army outside the city was real.

Dongjing was on the brink of collapse; morale was low within the walls. Countless people were anxious and fearful, which allowed someone like Guo Jing to exploit them.

“Bring me Sun Fu’s official hat. Strip him of his rank and imprison him in the dungeon.”

Wang Zongchou acted promptly, personally removing Sun Fu’s hat and commanding that he be dragged away.

Would Sun Fu be executed?

Of course not—it would be a waste. Even a fool could be useful.

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