The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

With a creak, the door was gently pushed open, and two palace maids with ordinary faces and calm expressions came in with toiletries.

It was already dawn, and it was time to get up in the morning. These two palace maids were sent by Yan Junxian to take care of and monitor the original owner. During the days when he was imprisoned in the palace, they were the people the original owner had the most contact with.

Unfortunately, they never spoke to the original owner, just like a mute. When the original owner was locked up in the palace, if he didn't speak, this place would be like an empty forbidden place, empty and deserted.

These two palace maids were well-trained. Not only were they calm and measured in their behavior, but they also had some martial arts skills. They were originally selected from a group of people who were eliminated in the selection of secret guards. It was not difficult to control the original owner, a scholar who was powerless.

Speaking of which, Yan Junxian did not abuse the original owner. He had good food, clothing and daily necessities in the palace. After all, he would not be allowed to eat coarse food in the palace, which was much better than his original home. He just restricted his freedom, sent people to watch him and forced him to be a substitute to deceive Shen Xiaoyue.

However, this kind of surveillance and coercion is more physically and mentally damaging, but the original owner encountered these, and the reason was that he was too weak and had no ability to resist.

Because the Daqing Dynasty was about to go to war with the Qin Dynasty, in order to appease the Shen family who led the army, Yan Junxian had to be patient to appease Shen Xiaoyue even if he was impatient to deal with her, so he went out in person to appease Shen Xiaoyue these days.

Although Xuanyuan did not understand what kind of operation it was that the father and brother led the army to fight outside, and the way to appease them was to favor their daughters and sisters.

Since the original owner was not needed, Yan Junxian naturally left him in a pavilion in Daming Palace for several days. The two well-trained palace maids followed Xuanyuan closely, serving him and monitoring him.

Although there were two people following him wherever he went and watching him do anything, Xuanyuan was still very calm. He took a copy of the Historical Records from the study in the pavilion and leaned on the couch to read it.

Xuanyuan took a history book of the Daqing Dynasty, which recorded the deeds of the founding emperor of Daqing. He did not choose this book blindly, but planned to study the way of ruling of the founding emperor recorded in the history book.

Although it is inevitable that there are exaggerations and beautifications, it is generally true and can also serve as a reference for Xuanyuan. Since the original owner left a wish to become a real emperor, he must not only become an emperor of a country in terms of status, but must truly live up to the crown on his head and be a good emperor who understands the people's feelings and appoints talents.

Xuanyuan had never been an emperor before, let alone stand in such a perspective to think about the people of the world, to understand and help them. Naturally, all of this needs to be learned from scratch, and there can be no negligence.

The original owner lived a painful and depressed life with such restrictions, and even developed a mental illness because of being imprisoned, and yearned for the outside world. (Xuanyuan seriously suspected that the original owner liked Shen Xiaoyue because the only time he could go out and act freely was when he was with Shen Xiaoyue.)

Xuanyuan would certainly not be affected by this. When he possessed the original owner's body for three days, he had already read the history books that recorded the life of the founding emperor of the Daqing Dynasty. At this time, Yan Junxian finally couldn't continue to tolerate Shen Xiaoyue, and couldn't resist the longing for his true love Li Mingxue, so he was ready to arrange a substitute to continue to deal with Shen Xiaoyue.

A series of steady footsteps came from far away. Just by listening to the footsteps, one can hear the confidence and magnanimity of the owner. He strode closer, followed by a row of eunuchs and palace maids, but except for his footsteps, the others did not make any sound.

Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, put down the book in his hand and looked towards the door of this side hall: "It's Yan Junxian. It seems that he can't stand Shen Xiaoyue for only three days."

Shen Xiaoyue has a straightforward and generous temperament, and is bright and charming. It is completely different from the weak, melancholy and lovely girl in Yan Junxian's heart. He has never liked Shen Xiaoyue. He doesn't like such a plate of delicacies, but prefers porridge and side dishes.

After reading the plot, Xuanyuan knows why. It's nothing more than that the late emperor likes such a bright and generous woman, and as an unfavored prince, Yan Junxian has suffered a great loss from the late emperor's concubine, so naturally there is a little shadow left.

It's just anger. The late emperor's beloved concubine had passed away, and he could not deal with her. Seeing Shen Xiaoyue, who was too similar to him, he naturally felt disgusted. However, Li Mingxue, who had won his favor, looked like a white lotus with the delicate and melancholy mother of Yan Junxian.

Yan Junxian strode in, his eyes swept over Xuanyuan, who was leaning on the couch with a history book in his hand, and frowned and gave orders: "You go to Qifeng Pavilion tonight, comfort Shen Xiaoyue, let her write a letter to Shen Yu, and fight the war with Daqin well next time."

Xuanyuan was still half leaning on the couch, and he lazily raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Junxian. Since the original owner was found to be Yan Junxian's substitute, the two naturally looked very similar.

These three days, Xuanyuan had also seen his current appearance in the bronze mirror. Now looking at Yan Junxian again, they were really the same, and it was difficult to distinguish them by appearance. Although they were only 90% similar originally, Yan Junxian specially retouched the original owner's face in order to make the disguise perfect, and now their face shapes are really exactly the same.

To distinguish the two, we can only distinguish them from the unique birthmark on Yan Junxian. Yan Junxian was born with a thumb-sized green birthmark on the upper part of his left wrist, which looks like a tumbling dragon. This birthmark is a unique mark on Yan Junxian.

"Didn't you hear what I said? Why don't you go to Qifeng Pavilion?" Yan Junxian frowned when he saw Xuanyuan didn't move. He shouted coldly, with the pressure of the emperor on him. Although he has been on the throne for a short time, he has already taken power and has a majestic demeanor.

Xuanyuan looked up at Yan Junxian, looked him up and down, and smiled: "I heard it, but I don't want to do what you said."

"Bold!"

"Insolent!"

As soon as Xuanyuan finished speaking, the eunuch and the personal maid who were originally serving behind Yan Junxian shouted at the same time. As for Yan Junxian, he could only frown and look at Xuanyuan coldly, not even bothering to say a word of rebuke.

If he was not still useful, he would be executed for this sentence! Yan Junxian snorted in his heart, and his murderous intent became stronger. After the Shen family was dealt with, it was time to send this man to death. Although he did not like Shen Xiaoyue, he could not keep the man who had touched his concubine.

Xuanyuan shook his head slightly. He closed the historical records in his hand and put them on the small table beside the couch. He stood up slowly: "I don't know if it is presumptuous or not, but I am very courageous."

In the eyes of Yan Junxian and the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace who looked at him with disbelief and contempt as if they were looking at a fool, they thought he was probably crazy.

Xuanyuan stood tall and smiled at Yan Junxian. The next moment, before the others in the palace could react, Xuanyuan had crossed dozens of steps and stood beside Yan Junxian.

"You..." Yan Junxian's eyes widened, staring at Xuan Yuan who had appeared beside him in a moment with horror. For the first time, panic appeared in his eyes. From what Xuan Yuan showed, Yan Junxian felt that his life was threatened.

Seeing the fear in Yan Junxian's eyes, Xuanyuan smiled at him with a friendly and open smile on his face, which was exactly the same as Yan Junxian's. He said in a gentle tone as if negotiating: "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Xuanyuan was still smiling slightly, but the smile on the corner of his lips turned cold and indifferent. He said lightly: "I just want to borrow your identity. After all, I have been your substitute for so long, and I am still quite interested in being a real emperor."

Looking at Yan Junxian indifferently, Xuanyuan suddenly raised his right hand in his increasingly horrified eyes. He glanced at the many palace people in the hall, raised his index finger to his lips: "Shh... Don't talk, be quiet."

After Xuanyuan's voice fell, the eunuchs and palace maids in the hall who were worried and panicked when they saw the emperor being captured and were about to shout loudly for the guards outside the Daming Palace to come in to rescue the emperor were all petrified in place like solidified statues.

Their faces were still filled with fear and worry, and their eyes were filled with endless panic and despair, but in an instant, they were suddenly frozen in place like stone sculptures, their faces still vivid, but they could no longer move.

"What do you want to do?" Even though Yan Junxian ascended the throne as a young man and had experienced many big scenes in the past few years, he still found it difficult to remain calm and composed at this time, looking at Xuanyuan as if he was looking at a monster.

Such a demonic and demonic method was too exciting for Yan Junxian, who had never experienced such a magical thing. There were Taoists in the Daqing Dynasty, but they were either real practitioners or they were just playing some fake tricks. There was no one like Xuanyuan who could take more than ten steps in one step and freeze many people at the same time.

Being controlled by such a terrifying person, Yan Junxian suddenly felt cold all over, his hair stood on end, and he felt creepy. Because he was afraid of death, he was afraid that he would die in Xuanyuan's hands, even if he promised not to kill him.

Just when Yan Junxian was full of panic, Xuanyuan grabbed his left hand and lifted it up, then directly rolled up the bright yellow sleeves embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, revealing Yan Junxian's pale and thin arms, and a group of green dragon birthmarks a little above his wrist.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Xuanyuan flicked his right index finger lightly, and Yan Junxian found that his body also became stiff, unable to move, and could only stand in the same position with his arms raised.

Extending his left hand, Xuanyuan gestured the position, and gently tapped the birthmark on Yan Junxian's wrist. The next moment, the birthmark originally on Yan Junxian's wrist moved to his hand, from the position to the size, everything was exactly the same.

After doing all this, Xuanyuan smiled and looked at Yan Junxian and said: "From now on, you and I will exchange identities. From today on, I am the emperor, and you are just a substitute."