Chapter 1070 – The Fury of the Princes (1/2)
Chapter 1070 – The Fury of the Princes
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Hundred Flowers Lane had experienced desolation, spectacle, destruction, and reconstruction. Its appearance from yesteryear had been replaced long ago, but it was more prosperous and yet quieter than before. Newly planted willow trees grew along the road. In the early spring, their new buds of light green were unable to conceal the eaves of the restaurants behind them.
Tianhai Shengxue gazed quietly for a very long time at the gate of the Orthodox Academy, deep within the lane.
The current gate had been built by the Tianhai clan, its old one having been rammed open at his order.
He thought back to that drizzling day in the capital, of how he had returned from the north with his subordinate cavalry and had a warhorse crash through the gate at his order. At the time, how brilliantly he and the Tianhai clan had shone, how arrogant they had been, but now?
After the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, other than when they carried out tasks assigned by the venerable Daoist or the emperor, the Tianhai clan was as inconspicuous as it could possibly make itself. This year, with great difficulties, they had finally prepared to demonstrate their power at the Mount Song Army headquarters and obtain some benefit for themselves, but they ended up encountering a major affair and that proud younger brother of his died.
As for Tianhai Ya'er, who had long ago brought the Tianhai clan into conflict with the Orthodox Academy, he had been forgotten long ago.
Fei Dian saw the desolate expression on his face and guessed at what he was thinking. He said, ”If you've missed it, you've missed it. Let's go.”
Tianhai Shengxue shook his head and spurred his horse into Hundred Flowers Lane.
Fei Dian appeared a little surprised. He silently watched Tianhai Shengxue enter.
Tianhai Shengxue was not merely passing by, but had come specifically to visit the Orthodox Academy, because he no longer wanted to keep missing out.
He knocked on the gate of the Orthodox Academy and then went inside.
His choice was the same as the one he had made in the Grand Examination.
He hoped that his clan could continue its succession, so he chose to bet everything on the other side.
He wanted to completely cut himself off from his clan so that even if the Tianhai clan was slaughtered to the man, he would survive.
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Emperor Taizong had left behind many descendants. Even after so many years of trial and tribulation, after so many years of killing, quite a few of them still remained.
The princely estates lining the Road of Peace were proof.
The owners of these estates were all looking at the Prince of Xiang's estate.
If the Prince of Xiang did not give his stance on today's matter, the other princes could only remain silent.
The Road of Peace was extremely quiet.
But in one of the princely estates, one could hear an endless stream of curses, a string of obscenities so foul that they made one's ears recoil in disgust.
It was the Prince of Zhongshan's estate.
Amongst the princes of the Chen clan, the Prince of Zhongshan, Chen Xuanqing, could be considered the most famous, in part due to his temper, and in part due to his legendary experience.
If he had not played the madman back then and eaten no small amount of horse feces, he would have been put to death by the Tianhai Divine Empress ages ago.
This matter also indirectly proved how outstanding this prince was. If he was just an ordinary prince, if he did not possess an extremely formidable strength, only slightly inferior to the Prince of Xiang, how could he have been forced to such measures by the Tianhai Divine Empress?
For such a powerful prince to be able to endure such humiliation was proof of how terrifying he was.
Especially when his complexion was as gloomy as it was now.
The vassals of the estate and experts loyal to him packed the room. The Xiaoling Divine General and the Prince of Luling, who had just hurried back from Mount Xiao, were also present.
Everyone had their heads bowed, none of them daring to meet the Prince of Zhongshan's gaze, much less speak.
This only further soured the Prince of Zhongshan's complexion. He pointed at them and cursed, ”They're bullying us right in front of our door and all of you can still remain seated!”
At Mount Song, he had been forced to concede by the arrival of the three Prefects of the Orthodoxy and the unseen Chen Changsheng, which had already put him in a bad mood. Now, the experts of the southern sects had waltzed into the capital with an intimidating pressure, causing him to explode with fury.
His vassals kept their heads bowed, their mouths shut.
The Xiaoling Divine General looked at the Prince of Zhongshan and attempted to drum up his courage to speak, but he ultimately chose to take back his gaze.
The Prince of Luling helplessly shook his head.