Chapter 1311: A Moment of Darkness I (2/2)

All the wars that all the dynasties of the Central Plains had engaged were for this purpose.

The people had to understand that war was in the service of peace, that true peace was that which was obtained by one's own efforts. Only this could prevent the people from being lost and confused. Only a powerful Great Tang could obtain true peace and bring eternal happiness and safety to the people.

But this book was still incomplete. Wang Chong estimated that he still needed a few days to complete it.

Bang!

As Cheng Sanyuan, Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, and the others prepared to leave, a massive boom came from outside the Wang Family Residence, accompanied by a roaring crowd. This sudden clamor immediately drew Wang Chong's attention.

”What's going on?!”

Wang Chong creased his brow and raised his head.

His subordinates at the door of the study instantly grimaced.

”Milord, it's the Double Fifth Festival1 soon. Many young scions of the capital have arranged to go sightseeing at this time. They should be in the middle of preparing for this now and should pass by soon,” Su Shixuan hurriedly said.

”That's not right!” Wang Chong immediately said. ”The Double Fifth Festival is at least fifteen days away. Even if the scions of the capital made plans together, they would leave five days in advance at most!”

Su Shixuan paled, and the rest of the subordinates all suddenly remembered something. Wang Chong had once been a hedonistic good-for-nothing of the capital, interacting with all walks of society. He naturally understood the activities of young scions of the capital.

The Double Fifth Festival explanation would not be able to fool him.

”Milord, it might just be a passing crowd. I'll go take a look. They should be leaving soon!” Xu Keyi immediately said, and then he strode away. No matter who it was outside, he would just need a few moments to drive them away.

But Xu Keyi had underestimated this matter, and he was only able to get two steps out of the study before a massive roar came from beyond the walls of the estate.

”King of Foreign Lands, come out! King of Foreign Lands, you Demon King of Slaughter!”

An intense cry could clearly be heard.

”Wait a moment! Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, Cheng Sanyuan, you've been hiding something from me!”

A thunderous voice came from behind them as Wang Chong put back his brush.

Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, and Cheng Sanyuan trembled as if they had been struck by lightning bolts, their faces turning ghastly pale.

Their plan had failed to keep up with the shifting situation. Though they had done their utmost to keep the matter concealed, they had failed to imagine that the truth would be so quickly exposed.

Hoping to salvage the situation, Cheng Sanyuan bowed and hastily said, ”Milord, the situation is not what you imagine. Leave this matter to us and we'll quickly take care of it!”

But a moment later, Wang Chong flitted past him in a flash of light, headed toward the source of the noise.

”What are you looking at?! Hurry and follow!”

Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, and the others instantly grimaced.

The voices were getting louder and louder, the clamor of the crowd greater and greater.

”King of Foreign Lands, you war demon!”

”No forgiveness for deceiving the sovereign!”

”King of Foreign Lands, get out here!”

One roar after another came from outside the walls of the Wang Family Residence. From the sound of it, a crowd of nearly one thousand people had gathered outside.

”Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, Cheng Sanyuan, get over here!” Wang Chong icily said.

Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, and Cheng Sanyuan hastily stepped forward, their expressions fearful and uneasy.

”What is the situation with the Confucians?!” Wang Chong coldly said.

”Milord, Master Zhu truly has had a great effect on us, but there are still many people who support us,” Su Shixuan said, his face pale.

”At a stage like this, you still want to hide things from me?” Wang Chong harshly said.

Their faces immediately became as white as paper.

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1.The Double Fifth Festival, also known as the Dragon Boat Festival, is held on the fifth day of the fifth month in the Chinese calendar.↩