Chapter 128: The Truth Exposed! (2/2)

As long as Consort Taizhen’s rage wasn’t directed toward him and the other officials in the royal court, King Qi and the Yao Clan wouldn’t be able to use Consort Taizhen to dominate the royal court.

The impact of this matter would be minimized then.

…

King Song’s reply soon reached Yuzhen Palace, and Consort Taizhen finally found out who the author of the ‘Song of Purity and Peace’ was.

“Wang Chong?”

Inside the tent, Consort Taizhen frowned deeply as she saw the name on the letter. She had never seen this name before.

She muttered those words unintentionally, but it caused unintended consequences.

Actually, Yang Zhao wasn’t curious to know who the author of the ‘Song of Purity and Peace’ was at all. His only interest laid in the dices of the gambling den, and he was only humoring this cousin of his.

However, upon hearing the name ‘Wang Chong’, Yang Zhao’s heart beat furiously.

“Little sister, what did you just say?”

Yang Zhao’s body shuddered upon hearing that name, and he anxiously asked.

“Wang Chong!”

“Which Wang Chong?”

“According to the letter, he is an offspring of the Wang Clan, the son of Border General Wang Yan.”

Weng!

Yang Zhao’s heart jolted, and he widened his eyes in shock. He truly didn’t expect to hear this name all of the sudden, and it had caught him completely off guard.

“Why, you know him?”

Sensing something, Consort Taizhen immediately asked.

“If you’re talking about the youngest son of the famous general, Wang Yan, then I really do know him!”

Yang Zhao nodded seriously. This matter felt indescribably bizarre to him. Somehow, he remembered the youngster who sold his sword at Bluebottle Pavilion, the youngster whom he stopped in the middle of the road, and the youngster who gave him a thousand gold taels without hesitation.

Yang Zhao didn’t expect that he would hear his name here..

“How is that possible?”

Yang Zhao abruptly widened his eyes. This matter had truly shocked him. That child was only fourteen to fifteen-year-old, and on top of forging the world’s number one sword, he was still capable of coming up with such an incredible poem?

More importantly, why would he be writing for King Song?

Could he be highly regarded by King Song?

For an instant, Yang Zhao found himself bewildered by many questions, and the entire matter suddenly felt eerie to him.

“What in the world is going on?”

Consort Taizhen was even more surprised than Yang Zhao.

Since her cousin didn’t deny it, this meant that he knew him. But… how was that possible? Her cousin hadn’t been in the capital for a long time, so it was much too coincidental for him to know the person who had written the poem to her.

“Little sister, do you remember the fool who lent me a thousand gold taels that I told you about previously?”

Yang Zhao dived straight into the point.

“I remember, what about it?”

“That fool’s name is Wang Chong!”

Yang Zhao said.

“Ah!”

Consort Taizhen was dumbstruck.

“You mean to say that the person who wrote me that poem is only a fifteen-year-old child?”

“Un, that is if he is indeed the offspring of the Wang Clan.”

With a lowered head, Yang Zhao answered seriously.

“How is that possible?!!”

Consort Taizhen was utterly shocked.

She found it unbelievable that the person who wrote the exceptionally beautiful ‘Song of Purity and Peace’, praised her as though she was a deity while vaguely revealed his admiration for her would just be a fifteen-year-old youngster.

But recalling the squiggly handwriting and the nostalgia hidden within the words, in the depths of Consort Taizhen’s heart, she started to believe that it was the truth.

If the person who had written the Song of Peace and Purity was only a fifteen-year-old child, then surely his squiggly handwriting would be understandable?

More importantly, if that poem was written by King Song, it would be a huge scandal for both her and King Song. However, if it was written by a fifteen-year-old child who had managed to catch a glimpse of her, then this matter would be nothing much.

But there was one thing that Consort Taizhen couldn’t understand. She had been living in the depths of Yuzhen Palace all this while, how could that child possibly know of her appearance?

All kinds of thoughts flashed through her head, and for the first time, Consort Taizhen felt extremely interested in this enigmatic ‘Wang Chong’.

What kind of youngster was he to willingly throw away a thousand gold taels casually?

What kind of youngster was he to be capable of writing such a straightforward poem to express his admiration?

More importantly, he was only a fifteen-year-old child!

…

Consort Taizhen suddenly felt a strong desire to meet this child!