Chapter 1120 – The Most Authentic Clan of Sovereigns (1/2)
Chapter 1120 – The Most Authentic Clan of Sovereigns
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Wang Zhice left the capital, and no one knew when he would next emerge from Sangharama Temple.
Shang Xingzhou had also returned to Luoyang, and it would be many years before he left the Monastery of Eternal Spring again.
Before leaving, he went to the Imperial Palace and had a conversation with Yuren.
The first words Yuren gestured to him were: ”When the Holy Maiden entered the palace that night, I promised her nothing.”
On that night, Prince Chen Liu made an overnight journey to Luoyang.
Shang Xingzhou's silence had persisted from then until today.
From a certain perspective, he had fallen into Xu Yourong's trap.
Xu Yourong had used her momentum to strike at his heart.
Yuren's meaning was loud and clear: 'If Master truly did doubt me, you could have come and asked me beforehand.'
Shang Xingzhou had not asked. He had given a reason for this to Xu Yourong in the Mausoleum of Books:
No letter from the Imperial Palace had come to Luoyang.
The many days that had passed were enough to write a very sincere letter, but Yuren had not sent even half a word.
Yuren gestured, ”If Emperor Taizong were still alive, what would he do? Would he take the initiative to write a letter?”
From Xining Village's old temple, perhaps from even earlier, Shang Xingzhou had begun teaching Yuren how to be an outstanding sovereign.
In Shang Xingzhou's view, and also the entire continent's, the most outstanding sovereign in all of history was naturally Emperor Taizong.
He hoped that Yuren could become the second Emperor Taizong, so he naturally had to study and imitate him in every matter, every day.
When confronting the most complicated and difficult of choices, Yuren would frequently think about what Emperor Taizong would do.
The answer was obvious.
Emperor Taizong would have never taken the initiative to write a letter to Luoyang.
”You did well.”
Shang Xingzhou looked at Yuren with an expression of great gratification.
”But you still did not do enough. Emperor Taizong would have been blaming himself even more right now. He might have issued a decree criticizing himself by now.”
The snowstorm had stopped long ago and spring returned to the earth. The plazas of the Imperial Palace were drenched by the thawing snow, and from the distance, one could see green buds growing from the chinks in the stone.
Yuren watched as that figure retreated into the twilight. As he thought about their conversation, he said to himself, I am still far inferior to Grandfather.
There were probably many areas in which he was inferior to his grandfather, like in hypocrisy.
For instance, he had not been able to resolve the problem between Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng.
Moreover, his master was still old.
Yuren thought about the greying hairs on Shang Xingzhou's temples and became rather dejected.
Eunuch Lin took a sideways glance at the emperor's face and suddenly felt rather sad.
It had been many years since he had first entered the palace in Emperor Xian's era, and he was already very old and had seen many things, but he was finding it harder and harder to understand the thinking of the younger generation.
Whether it was the young Emperor or the young Pope.
They all respected elders like Wang Zhice and Shang Xingzhou.
But they also needed to surpass them, to completely defeat them.
But why?
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Today, Mount Mo had collapsed.
This made Mount Ji the highest peak in the capital's vicinity.
The Prince of Zhongshan squinted at the distant sunset, his gaze sharp.
The moment he learned of the result in the Orthodox Academy, he had left Hundred Flowers Lane.
He did not want to kneel to Chen Changsheng, and he did not want to remain in the capital.
Shang Xingzhou had admitted to his defeat, so one could presume that the princes of the Chen clan would find their lives harder and harder.
He had decided to return to the county conferred to him, and he was just waiting for an imperial decree now.