Chapter 28 Part2 (1/2)
The Prince's escaped fiancée (Arc 2-11) Part 2
Su Yang nibbled absent-mindedly on the candied fruit as the Imperial City came into view. In the end, the legendary all-seeing, all-knowing, omnipotent His Royal Highness the Róng Wáng, failed to show up on time. In fact, as a BL's Gary Stu, he really fell short of expectations. Must leave another bad review!!
{T/N: For the Chinese, their version of Gary Stu is called a Jack Sue. ? And er, for those who don't know what Gary Stu is, he's the male counterpart of Mary Sue. BL = Boys Love}
After silently cursing Jing Cheng as a SOB, Su Yang slowly got down from the carriage. And did he quietly follow Chen Erbao into the Imperial Palace?
{T/N: Su Yang actually called Jing Cheng a ‘mmp' (mā mài pī / 媽賣批), a slang which means ‘Your mom is a wh.o.r.e'. SOB = sonofab.i.t.c.h}
Of course not!
He bent and stretched his muscles a little, and then….. made a run for it!
His running posture was full of courage and determination, bursting with perseverance and resolve! Every step reflected humanity's rebellious spirit and struggle in the face of tyranny and oppression! This is a declaration of war against the vicissitudes of fate!! This is the yearning for light and freedom!! This is the rallying cry of the weak and the vulnerable!!
Such a deeply moving scene shook Chen Erbao. He watched on silently.
After a while, having determined that it was nearly time, he waved his hand, “Bring him back.”
A few minutes later, Su Yang was carried back by the Imperial martial experts the same way one would carry a chicken.
If it wasn't because he had to play at being a sweetly naive fool, he would have started shouting his head off at the front of the palace gates: “Lǎozi is the Róng Wángfēi, who dares to touch lǎozi, my Fūjūn chop you up!”
{T/N: 老子 (lǎozi) – I, your father. Used in arrogant contempt.}
Chen Erbao looked at Su Yang in a somewhat pitying manner, and shook his head, “Wángfēi niángniáng, you……”
Su Yang's face was haughty and indifferent. Don't say anything, I know trying to run away was absolutely stupid okay!
But then he heard Chen Erbao give a ‘pfft' of stifled laughter. “Your speed was a little faster than that of a snail's. If it wasn't because His Majesty is waiting to see you, this servant would not have bothered to catch you.”
Su Yang: “…….”
Is the lack of exercise my fault? Is gasping after running a few steps my fault? Did you know that the two words ‘spoiled rotten' was made-to-order for this Young Master!
Obviously, Chen Erbao wouldn't know. He covered his mouth, t.i.ttering. Su Yang was so furious he wanted to punt him to the sky with a kick and then take him down with a flying scissor leg to teach him a lesson!
{T/N: Scissor attack : go to 0:39}
After this failure of an escape attempt, not only did those guarding him not raise their vigilance, they actually seemed even more relaxed.
Such naked scorn!! Intolerable!!
{T/N: Apparently, Chinese netizens can't use the word ‘naked' without being censored. So we have 赤裸裸红果果 (Chìluǒluǒ hóngguǒguǒ). Chìluǒluǒ means stark naked and hóngguǒguǒ (red fruit fruit) is the slang that they use to bypa.s.s the censors.h.i.+p, because the characters look vaguely similar. Smh.}
Su Yang began to throw a tantrum. Like a broken record, he began chanting, “I don't want to see Xiao XiaZi, I wanna go home, I wanna go home, don't wanna see Xiao XiaZi…….”
{T/N: Xiao XiaZi refers to the Emperor. Refer previous chapter for explanation.}
Chen Erbao said, “Wángfēi niángniáng, when you meet His Majesty, please stop using such impolite words. If you offend the Emperor, do not blame this servant for not having warned you.”
Su Yang paid him no heed. The Emperor already has plans to deal with him. Between offending and not offending him, it doesn't make a hoot of difference.
These days, in the face of such grave difficulties, the Emperor would not dare to openly harm him, else he would not be able to explain himself to Wu Xingde and Jing Cheng. But it is possible to take Su Yang as a hostage to blackmail Jing Cheng into taking up the campaign to the South.
But, would Jing Cheng agree?
Leaving Jianzhou now was tantamount to forfeiting the opportunity of making a pre-emptive strike. Regardless of whether he was victorious in the battle of the South China Sea or not, it was inevitable that he will still suffer some losses and be worn out. When the time comes for the final confrontation, he would have lost what advantages he had painstakingly gained.
Even if he returns triumphant and wins the hearts of the people, the loss of his troops would make it difficult for him to form a proper defensive and offensive array. Victory would no longer be certain.
History is written by the victors, and the losers are vilified. This truth has ever been constant. Once one is given the role of a villain, who would know that the man had once dauntlessly faced their enemies in defense of their country, laying waste to all foreign threats. Who would seek the truth, and fight to clear his name and redress his grievances.
Jing Cheng is a sensible man, he would understand this all too well. And it was precisely because of this, for the sake of his current plans, that he should sacrifice Su Yang.
This is correct move to make. He does not blame Jing Cheng.
Just as Su Yang's imaginings began to grow wilder, they arrived at the Hall of Heaven and Earth. Chen Erbao bowed slightly, “Wángfēi niángniáng please wait a moment, this servant will inform His Majesty of your arrival.”
Su Yang nodded, and watched as he went inside the magnificent palace. This place deserved its praise for its imperial glory and breathtaking majesty, truly a dazzling sight to behold. The lavishly imposing style, with a sense of power emanating from every aspect, stunned the eye and gave birth to veneration in the heart.
Thus the Emperor bears the mandate of Heaven, maintaining the natural order and will of the universe, and representing their people in the face of the G.o.ds.
It was no wonder many crave for the throne, how many could resist that kind of allure?