Chapter 1: The Humble Abode
ranslate!As soon as Wang Changji's words fell, a deafening roar erupted from the endless black tide!Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Since the true body of Huang Wei d...Although Linzi was large, it still had grand mansions commanded by nine divisions of soldiers.
The mansion was located in the core area of Jixianfang. It was supervised by renowned craftsmen of the current dynasty, exuding an air of grandeur and majesty.
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After the incident of Cui Zhu assassinating the Emperor, as Cui Zhu was the direct introducer for Huang He's meeting with the military commanders, Xiu Yuan, who was in charge of the army, was immediately relieved of his post and placed under investigation that day.
Though not confined to prison, he was kept under house arrest and forbidden to leave his home.
Unlike Cao Jie who used veiled imprisonment under the guise of "protecting" him, Xiu Yuan's situation was a true confinement. His cultivation base was completely sealed. However, considering the dignity of the Nine Commanders, he wasn't thrown in prison.
However, several months have passed since the case against Emperor Ci. There have been no significant breakthroughs in the investigation into Xiu Yuan. The emperor has not yet appointed a new commander for the Qidian Army, and remains under the command of Xiu Yuan's Qidian Army First General.
For a while, it got delayed like this.
On this day, the Xiu family had distinguished guests.
Coming was Yan Tu, who, like Xiu Yuan, held the rank of Jiu Zu Tong Shui and commanded the army that wielded the Rain-Cutting Blade.
This person and Xiu Yuan were close friends, known throughout the court. They both came from ordinary backgrounds, rising from the ranks of the army to become commanders of nine troops. They had a mutual admiration for each other's achievements.
When the warrior Xu Fang was still young and vigorous, he wrote in an article: "A true man must travel far." The "far" and "journey" here actually refer to Xiu Yuan (cultivation) and Yan Tu (the path of hell), not a literal journey.
Among the nine army commanders, he admired these two the most. Of course, these two probably don't know who Xu Fang is.
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When Xiu Yuan was just dismissed and under investigation, Yan Tu wrote nine letters in succession, vehemently claiming Xiu Yuan's innocence and requesting the emperor to see the truth. Later, he even went to Donghua Pavilion to directly remonstrate with the emperor!
The emperor, moved by Yan Tu's deep sense of loyalty and righteousness, personally kicked him out of the Donghua Pavilion and fined him for ten years' pay...
In a simply furnished quiet room.
Yan Tu, clad in armor, sat opposite Xiu Yuan, who was dressed in simple home clothes.
On the positive wall hung a sword and bow, which set off his long, tied hair with sharpness. The man sat upright, with a straight back. Though confined at home, he still possessed a fierce air.
He is currently brewing tea slowly and deliberately. Elegance and sharpness, these two qualities, are perfectly unified within him.
Opposite him sat Yama, a completely different type of person. With thick eyebrows and wide-set eyes, a prominent nose bridge, and full lips, he had a rather rough and wild air about him. His posture was also casual, one leg half-raised and the other sprawled at random.
“I said, stop boiling it.” Yan Tu glanced at the teapot and said impatiently, “Even if you boil the tea perfectly, you still won’t blend in with Lao Qi’s circle or earn their trust. What’s the point”
He remained calm and continued with his work, slowly saying, "How come you don't trust me"
"Several months have passed" Seeing him like this, Yan Tu was exasperated: "If they believed you, wouldn't a dignified commander of the Electric Army be out and about instead of staying home"
"I can't leave until I figure out what's going on," Xiu Yuan smiled.
“Just relying on those useless officials at the Imperial City Patrol Department! They haven't figured it out in ten years. Are you saying that Xiu Yuan should be imprisoned for ten years What if they never figure it out, are you going to keep him locked up at home forever”
The water had boiled. Xiu Yuan lifted the teapot from the small stove, carefully warming the teacups as he went. "Better than being in jail," he said casually.
Yan Tu let out a cold laugh: “General Xiu, you’re quite good at comforting yourself. I didn’t know that before!”
"Xiuyuan sighed, "Recommending Cui Zhu was indeed my oversight. To have disturbed the Divine Presence and risked sullying the Emperor's name... I am already content to be able to sit here with you, Yan brother, and share tea."
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“Having been charged with negligence, being dismissed and awaiting investigation is only appropriate. There's nothing much to say about that. But when will the investigation be completed There should at least be a timeline!” Yan Tu said indignantly. “The Northern Palace hasn’t made any move. Zheng Shi hides from me every day. And you, Xiu Yuan, a renowned expert of our time and commander of the Nine Armies, can’t even leave this house! Day after day, with no end in sight! You have accomplished countless feats for our Great Qi, how can you bear such humiliation”
Xiuyan shook his head: "Zhang Yong wept at the ancestral temple, even the eleventh prince was out of favor. Cui Zhu assassinated the emperor, how could I be any different"
Yan Tu angrily said, "What do you have to do with the eleventh prince These two things are not comparable!"
"Perhaps yes, perhaps no." Xiuyan opened the bamboo container, using tweezers to retrieve the emerald green tea leaves stored within and carefully placing them in a teacup. He said, "I believe everything has a price. For my mistakes, I need to bear the consequences. For my merits, Your Majesty will remember... Resting for a few years isn't a bad idea."
“Your Majesty is naturally wise and martial.” Yan Tu said in a deep voice, “I fear that someone may deceive your ears!”
"Your Majesty, since you are so wise and mighty, how could you be misled" Xiu Yuan completed the final step and then gestured with his hand, "Brother Yan, please use tea."
Night fell outside the door, and Yan Tu stared at the steam rising in his teacup. Just as he was about to take a sip, a sudden thought crossed his mind—
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At this very moment, is the Eleventh Prince leisurely enjoying a cup of tea
"Cough cough...cough cough..."
A violent coughing sound echoed through the palace, piercing the long night.
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The Grand Eunuch Feng Gu, his face creased with worry, stared intently ahead. The dark circles under his eyes seemed to flicker in and out of focus.
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On the desk ahead lay a sheet of pristine white paper, upon which was an unfinished calligraphy piece.
The young prince, clad in a white fox fur cloak, sat at his writing desk. His left hand clenched into a fist, the back of his fist lightly covering his lips, causing his face to flush red from coughing. In his right hand, he held a wolf's hair brush, poised over the ink stone. A single drop of ink hung precariously on the tip, trembling with each cough but refusing to fall.
When the cough subsided, Feng Gu gently persuaded, “Your Highness, why not have a bowl of medicine”
In the upper left corner of the desk, a white jade bowl held black medicinal liquid, with wisps of hot air swirling around it.
“I don’t want to drink anymore.” Jiang Wuqi said with some effort.
He coughed a few times before settling down.
He held the wolf hair brush aloft in one hand, and turned his head to look out the window.
At some point, the faint light of dawn had pierced through the darkness.
"News should be coming in from Starry Moon Origin soon." he said softly.
As if in response to his words, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the hall, hurried and approaching.
Feng Gu slightly shifted to the side, and already stood before the palace gate.
In a short while, the footsteps faded away and Feng Gu returned to his writing desk, but now he held an extra letter in his hand.
"Your Highness, urgent military news."
"Think."
Feng Gu tore open the letter and read aloud, "The battle between Star and Moon has already been decided. Jiang Qingyang returned from beyond the heavens, his sword deciding the fate of all. The God of War and Dou Er lead their armies at the Imperial Palace, having signed the 'Starlight Agreement' at the Wanhe Temple."
After finishing the urgent letter, Feng Gu's face didn't show much expression, but his eyes were both respectful and admiring.
He was once the confidante of Empress Lei, serving her faithfully. After Empress Lei's assassination, he proactively requested to serve Jiang Wuqi.
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For so many years, it can be said that I have watched Jiang Wuqi grow up day by day.
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This prominent scion of nobility, endured pain unimaginable to ordinary people, and possessed intellect beyond reach.
Just as it is right now.
He knew the same amount of information about Xingyueyuan as Jiang Wuqidi, but he had no idea how the war would turn out. Ironically, Jiang Wuqidi was able to accurately predict when the war would end.
It is not enough to merely understand the profound knowledge of both sides' geniuses or have a deep understanding of the entire battlefield situation to be able to make such a clear deduction about the course of the battle.
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“I thought Chen Suan or Chong Xuan Sheng would be the one to shine in this battle, but Jiang Qingyang is back again.” Jiang Wuqi paused here, then continued, “It seems the anomaly of the Jade Ruler Star is also related to him… Speaking of which, how did the Military Affairs Hall deal with his desertion before the battle”
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"Repay it with merit," Feng Gu said.
Jiang Wuqi fell silent for a moment, then said, "I presume that in the 'Starlit Covenant,' emphasis was placed on the punishment of the Zhuang nation."
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Upon hearing this, Feng Gu flipped through the back page of the letter regarding the detailed provisions of "The Starlit Covenant" — he knew the earlier agreement, so he hadn't paid close attention before.
That was quite a shock. A treaty between the two superpowers, signed after such a war, every word carefully considered, now being adjusted because of Jiang Wang
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How terrifying was this person's performance on the battlefield
"It's truly…" Feng Gu was momentarily speechless.
“This man is destined for greatness!” Jiang Wuqi sighed with emotion, then smiled and turned his gaze back to the paper.
The tiny drop of ink at the tip of the brush finally fell, creating ripples in the inkstone.
With the last few words, he picked up his brush and wrote with a flourish.
Then, he put down his pen, got up, and walked out alone.
Feng Gu took a step forward, but he was stopped by him raising his hand: "For so many years, I've troubled you. This path, I have to walk alone."
"Your Highness..." Feng Gu stood there, his voice trembling.
The nobleman wrapped in a white fox fur asked as he walked, a smile on his face: "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, the God of War is now Haijinliang, and Jiang Qingyang is the future pillar. The prince is kind and wise, with the bearing of a monarch; the third sister is unmatched in martial arts, her presence is awe-inspiring; my ninth brother is intelligent and outstanding, his bearing is like that of a star... So what about me Who am I"
He asked this and walked out, without waiting for anyone's answer.
There's no need to answer at all.
Feng Gu stood silently before the writing desk, his expression full of sorrow.
Who is the Eleventh Prince of Daqi
He was originally the master of Changsheng Palace, the most pampered son of the emperor today. He acted with great air and boldness, deeply trusted by the people, and was considered by officials and the public to be "the most like the current emperor." He was also the most likely contender for the position of crown prince.
It was because of a case involving Zhang Yong's crying at the shrine that, overnight, there were widespread discussions throughout the court and among the people.
Fengxian Zhang was the descendant of a national hero who restored the country. Jiang Wuqi took in Zhang Yong, considering it for the sake of the dynasty's reputation. All sorts of martial arts resources were never withheld from him... In the end, this is what he got. 999 novels m.999xs
How could Feng Gu not be heartbroken
That noble born who once declared, "Towards Great Qi is towards me," now asks himself— "Who am I"
The sorrow in Jiang Wuki's words, how could he, an old man by his side, not be heartbroken
But looking at Jiang Wuqi's back, he could only be silent.
Watching silently as Jiang Wuqì walked out of the palace, he silently rolled up the scroll with the characters Jiang Wuqì had written, and remained silent like a solitary ghost drifting in the vast palace...
From the thirty-ninth year of Emperor Yuanfeng to now.
Within the city of Linzi, Mount Yungu should be considered the highest peak.
On that path stacked with clouds and mist, a figure wrapped in a white fox fur slowly approached.
At that time, the dawn was just breaking. Even though the mountain was high, it couldn't let the light through completely.
That slender figure walked among the clouds and mist. Although it gradually came closer, it still felt very distant.
Although Tianxiangyunge, one of the Four Great Pavilions in Linzi, is located here, Jiang Wuqidi didn't come for beauties.
Every time I greet the morning light, ascend to Yungwu Mountain, and sit alone on the stone pavilion at the summit.
A pot of flower tea hidden in the clouds, sitting from sunrise to noon.
Since the incident of being naked and holding jade in front of the Zidian Hall, he had cultivated this habit over many days.
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Rather than a pleasure, it's more like self-punishment.
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For Jiang Wuqì, who had suffered from the poison of cold since infancy, being in this high mountain where the wind was bitter and piercing felt like a form of torture.
If he used these actions in the past to demonstrate that the cold poison had no effect on him, bolstering the confidence of the Longevity Palace disciples, then what meaning did his presence here hold now that he was out of favor
The heart of the emperor, the position of a crown prince, could it be obtained by simply playing the victim
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A person like Jiang Wuqi would not do something meaningless.
Many people can't help but wonder——
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Is this the eleventh prince of the Da Qi Empire, practicing in this frigid place
Or, perhaps you are here searching for some clues
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Upon closer inspection, this was the first time Zhang Yong had fought for Jiang Wuqi in public after joining Changsheng Palace. His opponent at the time was none other than Jiang Qingyang, a renowned figure known throughout the world today.
At that time, Jiang Qingyang won with a feat of the Eight-Sound Firebird. Meanwhile, Jiang Wuki forgave Zhang Yong's defeat and remained trusting in him, earning the respect of everyone.
Speaking of which, both Jiang Wang and Jiang Wuqi handled it very well at the time, achieving a win-win result.
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Who could have imagined that it was Zhang Yong who later implicated Jiang Wang with treason It was also Zhang Yong who blocked Jiang Wuqi's path to immortality.
Life is unpredictable, it can change in an instant.
Whether it was Cui Zhu's assassination of the emperor or Zhang Yong's weeping at the ancestral temple, both happened too suddenly, with no prior warning, and hit their targets with pinpoint accuracy. Although the trouble caused was easily dismissed by the Duke of Qi with a flick of his hand like scattering mountains and stones, one thing has to be said — the power of the Pingguo lay hidden deep enough, concealed enough within this eastern hegemon country, that it could accomplish such great feats.
It's a shame, those caught up in it are now covered in mud.
Now Jiang Wang has washed away his disgrace and shines brightly throughout the world. But what about his Longevity Palace Master, Jiang Wuqi
In the Battle of Xingyueyuan, Qitian Jiao defeated Jingtianjiao. In the future, Qitian will surpass Jingtian! The great Qi state resounds with might and prestige!
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During this golden age of the Great Qi Empire, what kind of thoughts were going through Jiang Wukui's mind as he walked on the Cloud Mist Mountain path this morning
Today Feng Gu is not here, and there are no other attendants.
Linzi City was full of powerful people, but no one kept a watchful eye on every corner all the time.
So when a hunched old man came walking towards us with his cane, it didn't seem surprising at all.
The old man walked very slowly, could even be described as shuffling.
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But even though he was unsteady on his feet, being able to walk on this rickety bridge was quite awkward in itself.
Jiang Wuqi didn't seem to feel awkward, and continued walking forward.
It was too early for anyone else to be on the path.
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Those who spend the night on Yunwu Mountain will all be on the soft beds in Tiangxiang Yunge.
For a moment, there was only the mountain wind, the unstoppable cough, and the sound of the cane tapping on the plank path.
"Hu hu hu…"
"Ahem... ahem..."
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