Ch148 - Some beauties could not be forgotten with a mere glance (1/2)
11.4 – Some beauties could not be forgotten with a mere glance
translator: xiin
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“The Xian Prince turned against him?” The deputy general felt incredulous at first, then he recovered and no longer found it strange. He nodded and said, “That right. He’s been lying low for so many years. Treason is nothing but an idea. But he really has some means, to achieve this without any warning.”
“This is only the beginning.” After smashing things and venting his emotions, Ying Sheng restrained himself and spoke in a cold voice, “Once he sits on the throne, our people will no longer be able to pass their days peacefully.”
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The deputy general frowned and said, “He is in the Capital. Even if he raises troops, how many real men can he pull together? Your Royal Highness doesn’t need to be concerned over this. If Your Royal Highness really wants that position, we can send troops to take the throne and support your ascension within a year!” It was not the first time he had such an idea, and he didn’t feel that it was a taboo topic at all. His worshipful gaze made it seem as though the person in front of them should not be just a mere Zhennan Prince who governed the south – he should be the Emperor who ruled over everything under the heavens.
Ying Sheng did not intend to correct his remarks. He could be certain that the root cause of his irritation was not the Xian Prince’s ascendance to the throne. He did not care about who was in charge of the world – after all, in his eyes, there was nothing in the world he could not fight for and obtain as long as he wanted it. There must have been something in the news that bothered him, but he had simply ignored it the first time because it was too insignificant.
Ying Sheng attached great importance to his intuition. He wrinkled his brows and read the news over carefully twice before finally finding the point that he had consistently neglected.
The Emperor’s whereabouts were unknown…
The Emperor…
… his whereabouts were unknown?
He carefully separated the words contained in this phrase, chewed them over slowly, and read them again and again until he finally confirmed that they had been affecting his nerves and making him anxious. After all these years battling throughout the Kingdom, this was the first time that Ying Sheng had been so affected by something. After reading this phrase, it seemed that his thoughts became rather distracted…
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It was strange. He hadn’t even seen that little Emperor before…
He had made a trip to the capital eight years ago when he had been awarded the title of Zhennan Prince, but at that time the person who occupied the Dragon Throne had been the previous Emperor in his prime. He had been wary of him due to his influence, but at the same time had to bestow him with the title of Zhennan Prince to appease him. Back then, Ying Sheng had been disdainful towards everything related to the Capital. After all, it was a place dedicated to sensual pleasures, far away from disasters and strife. They could not see the threats in front of them and indulged in extravagant lifestyles. Sooner or later, they would self-destruct for that very reason. This had also been why he was uninterested, and he had never returned since then.
Even when the Emperor suddenly collapsed and the little Emperor was pushed onto the stage, the Capital ravaged by turmoils both hidden and in the open; he simply looked on indifferently and waited for them to destroy each other from within.
According to the news his spies sent, the little Emperor was weak, incompetent, and had no opinions of his own. He could not—and had no interest in—interfering in political affairs. All he wanted was a stable life. How could this kind of person catch his attention…
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Hold on…
When he came to this point, his thoughts suddenly ran into a dead end. Ying Sheng finally realized what was strange about this piece of information.
Based on the little Emperor’s situation, Deng Shi definitely wouldn’t have brought him with him when he fled. He was helpless in the palace by himself. Other than being caught by the Xian Prince, his only other option would have been to turn into a corpse on the spot. However, the message sent by his people stated that his ‘whereabouts were unknown’. That meant nobody knew if he was alive, or if he was dead, and that no corpse could be found… No matter how he thought about it, there was something suspicious about the situation.
If he was really in the palace, there was no way his life or death would be unknown. The Xian Prince might be unconcerned about this, but Ying Sheng felt that perhaps he needed to look into the backing of this little Emperor. After he had considered all of the above, he immediately wrote a letter and arranged for it to be sent by pigeon in order to notify his spies at the capital as quickly as possible.
They were asked to find the little Emperor as quickly as possible.
It was better to hold a variable like this in one’s own hands.
The deputy general watched as he frowned and thought for a long time before suddenly becoming enlightened. He wrote furiously, then called for people to come and send off his letter. The deputy general was a little confused, and opened his mouth to ask, “Your Royal Highness, since there have been changes in the Capital, do we need to make some preparations?”
“Straightening out everything in the Capital, rooting out all the spies, gathering the army, and storing up grain for war will take Ji Ronghan a lot of time. Plus, the year is about to end and winter is coming. If he really plans to make war, he won’t be able to begin for at least two or three years. The one who should be in a hurry is him, not us.” His eyes and expression were both indifferent as he spoke of the new Emperor in the Capital. His fingers tapped on the desk as he continued, “The sea will be frozen over soon. If we really plan to make a move, we’ll also need to wait until spring. Send out the order – we will remain on standby. After all, the south is the most secure. If he really were to make a move, he would not choose to target us first.” Although he was a businessman’s son, his forehead was full of a scholarly spirit. He was clearly a fighter and swordsman, his every move was heroic and compelling, but when his face softened, it appeared as gentle as jade. This kind of temperament was very contradictory, but it could be used to judge his mood.
“Yes! Your subordinate will give the order!” The deputy general saw that his expression had turned cold and indifferent, as icy as the oncoming winter snow, and understood thatsomething was bothering him in his heart that he could not figure out. His Royal Highness’s mind was not something he could figure out, and he could only obey orders and return to the army headquarters to discuss with their military leaders.
The end of the year was approaching for Xue Kingdom, and winter was now approaching. Snow fell during this part of the year, regardless of whether it was the South or the North. This was also the origin of Xue Kingdom’s name.
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Xue Ling and his party rushed and caught the last ship to leave the ferry port before the river froze up. It was a cargo ship, and Shu Heng gave the sailors enough money so that they would agree to take the three of them along.
At the end of the day, the body he inhabited was a ger’s body. Even after the system’s strengthening and Xue Ling’s conscious exercising, this kind of arduous journey took too much of a toll on his body. Especially after boarding the boat, Xue Ling found that his body was prone to seasickness, and after sailing for half a month, he had lost weight all over. Shu Heng was anxious, but there was nothing he could do to help. Even Mu Ge’s face was full of worry.
Xue Ling did not hide his identity as a ger during the journey. Instead, he said that both of his parents had died, and his elder brother was escorting him to the south to stay with their relatives. Such a bleak life story, coupled with his sick but still good-looking appearance, made it so that the people on board took good care of them. Although he was sick the whole way, they did not suffer much, and Xue Ling just needed to endure until it was over.
By the time the boat came ashore, the excitement of New Year festivities had already infected everyone on board. They were excitedly talking about how they would spend the new year after returning home. Xue Ling had been recuperating from his seasickness and nobody tried to chat with him. Shu Heng also tried to keep him from learning too much, fearing that he would be sad if he heard.