Few people under heaven are without secrets. Even the pure-hearted monks who seek little from the world often hide a few mysteries within their wooden fish drums. This is precisely why Fu Yuanying had always been the person the National Uncle relied on most. The reason was clear—because he could keep his mouth sealed like a bottle. No matter how shocking or terrifying the matter, once it entered his ears, not a single word would ever leak out.

The difficulty of “keeping secrets” cannot be resolved with just a few poisonous oaths. From the day he buried that secret, Fu Yuanying had endured countless trials—probing through human relationships, coercion through power and authority, temptation through beauty and profit. He had weathered them all, which is how he managed to live peacefully for twenty-four years.

Unfortunately, what can truly be called a secret will not fade with the passage of time, but rather becomes like a jar of fine wine, growing stronger with age. As Emperor Zhengtong ascended the throne and the Qiong family’s status rose ever higher, the secret in Fu Yuanying’s heart grew heavier and heavier, almost suffocating him.

“Old Master…” This morning, as usual, after Fu Yuanying finished attending to the affairs of his native Huashan sect, he came again to pay his respects to the National Uncle. Hearing him knock gently on the door, he asked in a low voice: “Are you awake?”

There was no sound from within the room, and it was unclear whether the National Uncle had risen. Fu Yuanying had no choice but to turn toward the maids by the door, hearing them complain in low voices: “The old master just flew into a terrible rage, cursing at everyone he saw. None of us dare go in…”

Fu Yuanying nodded: “All of you may go down. Today I’ll serve him and help him dress.” The serving maids withdrew as if granted imperial amnesty. Fu Yuanying said no more, placing his hand on the door panel and pushing it open. Instantly, a wave of medicinal odor assaulted his nostrils. The room was dim and gloomy, filled with the stench of decay, looking exactly like the dwelling of the dead.

Old people were always like this. No matter how bright the place, no matter how spacious the location, once they settled in, they always had ways of making it feel deathly still. However, this couldn’t be blamed on Qiong Wuchuan—an eighty-year-old man with inconvenient limbs, weak and sickly, unable to sleep well at night and unhappy during the day. Living itself seemed like suffering, as if he couldn’t be content unless the entire world shared his misery.

Fu Yuanying had served the National Uncle for many years, so he naturally understood the old man’s temperament. For over ten years now, the first thing he did for Qiong Wuchuan each day was to open the windows for the old National Uncle to let in fresh air and sunshine, which could also brighten his mood somewhat. As he entered the room and was about to push open the window shutters, he heard aged, labored breathing from within: “Don’t open them… this is fine…”

The old man was acting strange again. Fu Yuanying shook his head: “Old Master, it’s nearly noon. You should get up.”

“Yufeng, come… come…” the National Uncle wheezed slightly: “I… I can’t make it much longer. Come quickly, I… I have urgent matters to discuss with you…” Fu Yuanying had seen these tricks many times before, so he said: “Old Master, please rise and dress. We can talk later.”

“Yufeng… come, come over…” The old man was quite stubborn, urging him several times, then suddenly breaking into violent coughing fits and moaning on the bed. Fu Yuanying had no choice but to approach and pour the old man a cup of hot tea to moisten his throat.

“I’m old… useless…” Sitting on the bed was an elderly man with sunken cheeks and dim, lifeless eyes—none other than the Empress’s old father, “Duke of England” Qiong Wuchuan. He took a sip of tea and wheezed: “Yufeng, come… come…”

With a swoosh, Fu Yuanying seized the opportunity to draw back the curtains and push open the windows for fresh air. In an instant, heavenly light filled the earth and the room regained vibrant life. He picked up the water kettle and poured a full basin of hot water: “Old Master, please wash your face. Prince Chuan came early this morning and has been waiting for you for over an hour.”

The outdoor light was blinding. Qiong Wuchuan raised his hand to shield his eyes and wheezed: “What… is that boy Ah Ye getting impatient?” Fu Yuanying replied: “Not at all.”

“Then why are you in such a hurry…” Qiong Wuchuan coughed and wheezed: “Did Wu… Wu Dingyuan send someone?” Fu Yuanying’s heart gave a start: “You already know?”

The National Uncle wheezed: “This morning… this morning the suona horns were blowing so loudly…” He picked at his ear and exposed the few remaining yellow teeth in his mouth, grinning: “Did you really think I was hard of hearing?”

The hungry ghosts were besieging the city—Qiong Wuchuan had known all along. Fu Yuanying said nothing more and took a towel to wash the old master’s face.

In the eyes of a young girl like Juan’er, Qiong Wuchuan was just a disagreeable old fool. But Fu Yuanying understood in his heart that the National Uncle was most skilled at playing the pig to eat the tiger—he was as shrewd as a ghost with an unfathomable mind. All his apparent confusion was an act. If it weren’t so, he would have perished long ago along with the “Jiang, Liu, Liu” three factions during those early years. How could he have had the capital to serve as a court minister alongside the “Mighty Martial Wen Yang”?

Qiong Wuchuan allowed Fu Yuanying to wipe his face while asking in a low voice: “How many carriages did Wu Dingyuan send?” Fu Yuanying replied: “Thirty carriages in total, all for transporting grain. There are also five hundred soldiers waiting outside the mansion, saying they’re to escort you to Hongluo Temple.”

The National Uncle said: “The carriages are all empty, correct?” Fu Yuanying bowed slightly: “The old master is indeed wise.” Qiong Wuchuan nodded and said in a low voice: “A thoughtful person… Wu Dingyuan still shows me proper respect…”

Now that war was approaching, the safest place under heaven was naturally Hongluo Temple in the north of the capital, where Emperor Zhengtong’s imperial procession was located. However, the Qiong mansion belonged to the imperial in-laws and was subject to public scrutiny. If they were to flee like other ministers with their heads covered, not only would the Qiong family lose face, but even His Majesty would be dishonored. For this very reason, Wu Dingyuan was using the banner of grain transport to secretly send the National Uncle to Hongluo Temple, allowing the Empress’s family to reunite.

Wu Dingyuan was a thoughtful man. He had not sent his own family members out of the city, yet he secretly arranged everything for the National Uncle. This showed he understood court protocol—which matters required saying one thing while doing another. He knew this well.

After Qiong Wuchuan washed his face, his spirits lifted slightly: “Where’s Fang’er? Still at the Yang family?” Fu Yuanying took a deep breath but responded: “Yes.” The National Uncle said: “When do you plan to send someone to fetch her?” Fu Yuanying bowed: “In this matter, Yufeng dares not make decisions alone. I must await the old master’s instructions.”

“Wait for my instructions?” The National Uncle chuckled: “Then why did you hand Ying over to Yu Ying? How is it that matter didn’t require my instructions?”

Fu Yuanying’s shoulders moved slightly, but he dared not speak. Qiong Wuchuan took the teacup, rinsed his mouth, and spat into the washbasin: “Wanfu Tower is so high—he didn’t die from the fall, did he?” Fu Yuanying sighed: “Since the old master already knows everything, why ask me?”

Qiong Wuchuan said: “Yufeng, don’t be upset. I was just testing you…” As he spoke, he retrieved something from under his pillow and pressed it into Fu Yuanying’s hand: “See if you really take me for just a senile old man?” Fu Yuanying looked down and saw he now held an iron token carved with a soaring eagle with outstretched wings, boldly inscribed with the four characters “Zhenguo Iron Guard.”

“Yufeng… everything you know, I know too…” Qiong Wuchuan stretched and yawned: “As for what you don’t know… hehe…” With that, he patted the edge of the bed: “Sit down. I have important matters to entrust to you.”

The National Uncle urged him repeatedly, so Fu Yuanying had no choice but to bring over a stool and sit by the bedside as usual, allowing the National Uncle to grasp his hand.

In his youth, Qiong Wuchuan had been very tall, at least nine feet in height. Though age had shortened his stature, his hands remained just as large. Gripping Fu Yuanying’s hand tightly, he suddenly said: “Yufeng… on this trip to Guizhou, did you learn anything about Bufan’s whereabouts?”

Fu Yuanying turned his face away and said in a low voice: “Old master, have you forgotten? What did you promise Her Majesty back then?”

“Yu Ying?” Qiong Wuchuan opened his eyes with a blank expression: “I… what did I promise her?”

The greatest advantage of old age was precisely this. Seeing the National Uncle once again feigning senility, Fu Yuanying didn’t want to say more. Qiong Wuchuan smiled: “Yufeng, don’t always sulk… Actually, you handled the Ying matter very well.” Fu Yuanying said in a low voice: “Old master, you mean… that I handed him over to Her Majesty?” Qiong Wuchuan chuckled: “Yes. That boy Ying has too lofty ambitions… He’s not Ning Bufan… yet he always wants to be Ning Bufan. You need to find ways to dampen his sharp edge, otherwise he won’t wholeheartedly devote himself to protecting Fang’er.”

Fu Yuanying listened silently, then suddenly said: “Old master, Ying is a swordsman.” The National Uncle smiled: “And what about you? Aren’t you also a swordsman?” Fu Yuanying remained silent for a long while, seeming to want to say something but restraining himself. Qiong Wuchuan observed his expression and chuckled: “Yufeng, aren’t you afraid Ying will end up in your same situation?”

Fu Yuanying shook his head: “The old master worries too much. In our Huashan sect, each person has one sword. Ying’s sword is different from mine and from his master’s. Sooner or later, he’ll find his own path.” Qiong Wuchuan smiled: “What path? A dead end?”

Qiong Wuchuan had many faces. In front of Jiang Chong, he appeared like a blind man, stumbling about so that people couldn’t be bothered to calculate against him. Before Emperor Jingtai, he seemed like a fool, trembling every day. In the eyes of Huashan sect members, he appeared like a divine strategist, calculating everything without fail. In short, he was ever-changing and impossible to pin down—essentially an actor.

Fu Yuanying didn’t argue back. Seeing a bowl of medicinal soup still sitting on the table, he brought it over: “Old master, please take your medicine.”

Qiong Wuchuan opened his mouth like a child, allowing himself to be fed a spoonful: “Yufeng, don’t always dwell on Bufan and Ying. Today, let’s talk about your affairs.” Fu Yuanying frowned: “Me? What is there to say about me?” The National Uncle smiled: “Do you know who you resemble?”

Fu Yuanying had no interest in responding. He lifted the spoon to feed him again when he heard Qiong Wuchuan say: “You resemble Yang Suguan.”

Fu Yuanying gave a slight start, and the spoon in his hand trembled slightly, nearly spilling. Qiong Wuchuan grasped his hand and gently stroked it: “Yufeng, do you know why I compare you to Yang Suguan?” Fu Yuanying shook his head to indicate he didn’t know. Qiong Wuchuan chuckled: “Do you know what would happen to the court if it lacked Wu Dingyuan?” Fu Yuanying replied: “Military disasters and wars would rage, the situation would be as precarious as an egg.”

Qiong Wuchuan smiled slyly: “Then with Wu Dingyuan now, are we no longer facing military disasters and wars, no longer in a precarious situation?”

The National Uncle spoke correctly. Wu Dingyuan had long received important appointments from the court, yet the front lines burned like fire, the capital was besieged, and the realm remained in great turmoil. It seemed Wu Dingyuan was like a quack doctor’s old medicine—capable of prolonging life but unable to cure the root cause. Fu Yuanying pondered the implication and said: “Then according to the old master’s meaning, if our court lacked Lord Yang…”

“It would immediately…” Qiong Wuchuan gripped the iron token and said through gritted teeth: “Collapse.” As the words reached his lips, he suddenly broke into violent coughing, even vomiting up the medicine. Fu Yuanying quickly patted along the National Uncle’s back, and the coughing immediately eased. He then took out a cloth to wipe the corners of his mouth.

With just a few light words, Qiong Wuchuan had revealed Fu Yuanying’s true worth. Huashan had Ning Bufan to intimidate the world and Lu Yingchang to add glory and brilliance, but without Fu Yuanying, Huashan would face immediate collapse.

“Do you understand now, Yufeng?” After Qiong Wuchuan caught his breath, he continued hoarsely: “You… are Huashan’s true chief steward.”

Fu Yuanying listened silently, then suddenly said: “Old master, you give me too much credit. Yufeng lacks such ability.” Qiong Wuchuan smiled: “Don’t say that, Yufeng. Do you know what Qiong has relied on to live to eighty years old?” Fu Yuanying replied: “Old master relies on divine calculations and wonderful strategies.” Qiong Wuchuan pointed and laughed scoldingly: “Insincere words! Speaking of divine calculations and wonderful strategies, how could I compare to Liu Jing?” Fu Yuanying asked: “Then what does the old master rely on?”

Qiong Wuchuan chuckled: “I’m skilled at observing the ‘qi’ in people.” Fu Yuanying frowned: “Qi? Do you mean internal force or…”

Qiong Wuchuan said proudly: “Qi! That is, dominance, heroic spirit, refined air, talent, and the noble righteousness that I am skilled at cultivating.” Fu Yuanying nodded and glanced at the “Zhenguo Iron Guard Command” token by the bedside: “This noble righteousness the old master has cultivated is truly abundant.”

“Damn it!” Qiong Wuchuan waved his hand, knocking over the teacup, and cursed: “Even today, you still oppose my investment in the inn?” Fu Yuanying bowed: “Yufeng dare not. The old master has always been divinely calculating and strategic in his actions. He has his own reasons—why should others interfere?” Qiong Wuchuan said angrily: “Yes, we’re all worthless turtle grandsons… But Yufeng, have you ever thought about why someone as cowardly as me… that year during the restoration war, why did I bet my life and fortune on Yang Suguan?”

Seeing the National Uncle had knocked over the medicine bowl, making himself dirty and sticky with medicine, Fu Yuanying had no choice but to wipe him clean while saying: “Old master, you greatly value Lord Yang’s talents, don’t you?” Qiong Wuchuan glanced sideways with a cold smile: “Ridiculous. Back then he was just a minor Ministry of War secretary with whom I had no deep acquaintance. How would I know what talents he possessed?”

Fu Yuanying gave a slight shiver, knowing the National Uncle had reached the crucial point. When Liu Jing raised his rebellion, he controlled the Dong Chang, connecting internal and external forces with tremendous momentum, yet Qiong Wuchuan hid without a trace. When Yang Suguan decided on restoration, he had not only been dismissed from office but lacked soldiers and power, his influence completely incomparable to Liu Jing’s. It was unclear why Qiong Wuchuan refused Liu Jing but chose to ally with Yang Suguan.

Qiong Wuchuan caught his breath and slowly struggled to sit up: “Strange, isn’t it… Liu Jing and I had many years of friendship, yet when he raised his rebellion, I was so frightened I became silent as if mute, like a turtle pulling its head into its shell, afraid of being implicated…” Fu Yuanying found a clean undergarment and said casually: “Old master, it was Her Majesty who bore the risk. If something had gone wrong, it would have been her head that was cut off—it wouldn’t have harmed a single hair on your head.”

Qiong Wuchuan flew into a rage: “What did you say?” He snatched the undergarment and threw it to the floor, roaring: “You bastard! Did you hear all those words Fang’er scolded me with last night?” Fu Yuanying said: “Old master, didn’t you just say I resembled Lord Yang? How is it that now I’m a bastard?”

“Bastard…” A flash of anger appeared in Qiong Wuchuan’s eyes, and he threw a punch at Fu Yuanying. With a thud, “Master Yufeng’s” shoulder sank slightly, deflecting the force, then he picked up the undergarment from the floor to help the National Uncle change.

Like a child, after hitting someone, the National Uncle’s anger dissipated somewhat. He said again: “Yufeng, seriously speaking, are you familiar with Lord Yang?” Fu Yuanying replied: “One of the current Five Pillars, successor of Tianjue—I have long admired his great name.”

Qiong Wuchuan asked: “What did you think when you first met him?” Fu Yuanying replied: “His face bore deep thoughts, his words lacked sincerity.” Qiong Wuchuan smiled contemptuously: “Then you only saw the surface.” Fu Yuanying made a sound of acknowledgment: “Then what did the old master see?” Qiong Wuchuan said: “I saw the ‘qi’ in him.” Fu Yuanying smiled: “Old master, you were amazed by the ‘refined air’ in Lord Yang, weren’t you?”

“Kiss my ass!” Qiong Wuchuan had removed his clothes and spoke even more crudely, shouting: “Refined air? What refined air? I don’t even love women, why would I love men?” Fu Yuanying smiled: “That’s true. The old master’s pure heart and few desires are rarely seen in the world.”

“You’re mocking me, aren’t you?” Qiong Wuchuan was furious and was about to throw another punch when he heard Fu Yuanying say: “Old master, raise your arms high.” He grasped the National Uncle’s hands and helped him put his arms through the sleeves. Qiong Wuchuan cursed a few times, allowing him to dress him, but roared: “Listen well! Qiong was born in the Yongle era, lived through five dynasties and four emperors, and has seen all the romantic figures under heaven, yet not one person could be like Yang Suguan…” He paused, and his voice turned low and deep: “Born with the qi of facing south.”

Confucius said: “Yong could be made to face south.” The qi of facing south is the qi of a king. Fu Yuanying was slightly startled, then shook his head with a knowing smile: “Old master, Yufeng didn’t know you were also skilled in physiognomy.”

Qiong Wuchuan shook his head: “Yufeng, you’re not a man of the official world, so naturally you don’t believe in prophecies and omens. But those of us who roll around in the imperial court believe most in three things—one is fate, one is fortune, one is qi! After decades of ups and downs, it’s hard not to believe.”

Fu Yuanying remained noncommittal, smiling as he said: “Then according to the old master’s view, what special features does Lord Yang’s physiognomy possess?” Qiong Wuchuan sighed deeply: “I remember it was the thirty-third year of Jingtai… That year Yang Suguan suffered a defeat and arrived at Fengtian Gate. I happened to be passing by as well. When I suddenly saw him, I was startled and nearly slipped and fell…”

Fu Yuanying frowned: “Slipped and fell? How could this be?” Qiong Wuchuan wheezed: “I can’t explain this myself. I only remember that day he stood with his back to Fengtian Gate, gazing at Beijing. At that moment, I suddenly felt it was familiar, and kept shouting in my heart: ‘Yes! This is the physiognomy of facing south… I’ve seen it before…'” Fu Yuanying became increasingly puzzled, frowning: “Old master’s meaning is… Lord Yang at that time looked very familiar?”

Qiong Wuchuan said in a low voice: “I can’t explain this clearly… Anyway, that scene was just familiar, as if I’d seen it somewhere before… From then on, I knew he was absolutely not a thing of the pool and would sooner or later soar among mortals…”

These words were mysterious and unfathomable. Fu Yuanying naturally couldn’t understand. After pondering for a long while, he suddenly said: “Ah, I see! This is because he resembled his father Yang Yuan, so standing before Fengtian Gate, he suddenly made you mistake him, right?” Qiong Wuchuan shook his head: “No. Yang Yuan didn’t have his kind of qi.” Fu Yuanying asked: “You mean father and son don’t look alike?”

Qiong Wuchuan said: “To say they don’t look alike isn’t quite right either. The Yang father and son both have refined, scholarly faces and could be said to have some resemblance. But somehow his father just doesn’t have that qi—not like his eldest son Yang Suguan, who makes me more and more terrified the more I look at him…”

Fu Yuanying became increasingly confused and said: “Old master, let me ask this way: when you first met Lord Yang, how old was he then?” Qiong Wuchuan replied: “That year he had just returned to secular life from Shaolin Temple, barely eighteen years old.” Fu Yuanying asked: “Did you feel he had ‘royal qi’ even then?”

Qiong Wuchuan shook his head and sighed: “At that time… at that time I didn’t feel it yet.” Fu Yuanying smiled slightly: “So this royal qi advances with the times?” Qiong Wuchuan heard the sarcasm but didn’t refute it, only murmuring in a low voice: “It seems… it really is so.”

Old people always had dim, clouded vision and were suspicious of everything. Fu Yuanying couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile: “What about Director Liu and Liu Angtian? When they met Yang Suguan, did they also feel this person seemed familiar?” Qiong Wuchuan shook his head: “Never heard of it.” Fu Yuanying asked: “What about Jiang Chong? I hear this Grand Preceptor Jiang truly understands physiognomy—didn’t he see that Yang Suguan was extraordinary?”

Qiong Wuchuan replied woodenly: “He didn’t see it. That’s why he became my…” Suddenly he chuckled: “Defeated opponent.”

Among the Three Heroes of Jingtai, Jiang Chong was known for having the deepest schemes, Liu Jing the highest intelligence, and Liu Angtian the broadest knowledge of people. That something the “Jiang, Liu, Liu” three great power ministers couldn’t discern, yet Qiong Wuchuan could see with his keen eye alone, couldn’t help but make Fu Yuanying half-believing, half-doubting. Seeing Fu Yuanying had stopped talking, Qiong Wuchuan said in a low voice: “Yufeng, do you think I’ve gone mad?”

Fu Yuanying shook his head: “No, old master hasn’t gone mad. The one who’s mad is me.” Qiong Wuchuan said angrily: “What do you mean?” Fu Yuanying said flatly: “Old master is the winner. Winners don’t go mad.”

This was indeed so. Ten years ago, in the great decisive battle of restoration, Jiang, Liu, and Liu all died, but Qiong Wuchuan survived. This was because he stood on the right side and relied on the right person, thus leaping to become the court’s premier aristocratic family, unshakeable. However, Fu Yuanying didn’t know that the National Uncle’s choice of Yang Suguan back then was actually due to that person’s physiognomy.

“Wei Qing’s victories came from heavenly fortune; Li Guang’s lack of achievement was due to ill fate.” Many things in life are often inexplicable—this is called destiny. Fu Yuanying didn’t want to pursue the matter further. He reached out to grasp the National Uncle’s trouser belt and pulled down his sleeping pants. Qiong Wuchuan said: “Yufeng, don’t take me for senile. Let me tell you, I, Qiong Wuchuan, have always been far-sighted in my actions. For example… for example…” Fu Yuanying interjected: “Striking and driving away your own granddaughter?”

“Damn it!” Qiong Wuchuan struck the bed with force and roared: “You’re deliberately trying to anger me, aren’t you? Bastard… tell me! Tell me! Why did I hit Fang’er?” The National Uncle was so angry he stammered, but Fu Yuanying remained unmoved: “Old master, you’re afraid of that one surnamed Lu, aren’t you?”

Qiong Wuchuan wheezed: “Seeing that you’ve followed me all these years, you’re finally not completely confused…” He placed his hand on Fu Yuanying’s shoulder and stepped into his trouser leg, saying through gritted teeth: “You… do you know who that one surnamed Lu resembles?” Just before, the National Uncle had said Yang Suguan possessed royal qi, and now he was reading the physiognomy of that one surnamed Lu again. Fu Yuanying helped him tie his trouser belt and took out his outer garments: “Old master, raise your arms high.”

The National Uncle wheezed slightly and slowly put on his sleeves: “That one surnamed Lu reminds me… reminds me of my son…”

Upon hearing this, Fu Yuanying froze and stopped his movements. He saw the National Uncle covering his face and wheezing: “Yufeng, tell me… why did Qiong Yi, who was superior to me in everything, die before me?” Fu Yuanying had no words in response. Just as he was about to help the National Uncle dress, he heard a sob: “Because he was a person… who had more conscience than anyone…” As the words reached his lips, he suddenly became agitated: “So he… was destined to be the first to fall!”

With a bang, the National Uncle kicked his foot, and suddenly there was a thunderous crash as the wooden table flew up, smashed through the window frame, and fell straight down to the ground below. Startled shouts arose from outside: “What happened?” Fu Yuanying called out loudly: “Nothing! I’m here!”

Though Qiong Wuchuan was aged and sickly, when he flew into a rage, his strength was still terrifying. His beard disheveled, he grabbed the steel whip from the table and swept it forcefully. With a clanging crash, he first swept the wardrobe until it collapsed, then backhanded another sweep, smashing all the vases to pieces. Fu Yuanying didn’t try to dissuade him, only retreated to the wall to quietly watch the old man vent his fury.

For a very long time, the National Uncle dropped the steel whip, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably, seemingly crying aloud. Fu Yuanying helped him put on his outer garments and said in a low voice: “Old master, don’t be like this. Back then, Young Master Yi… he willingly drank that cup of wine.” Suddenly, the old National Uncle raised his head, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes, choking: “Yufeng, do you… do you also think I’m a heartless and cruel father?”

Fu Yuanying said in a low voice: “Old master, this question should be asked of your son and daughter, not of me.” With a sigh, he took the court robe from the clothing rack and draped it directly over Qiong Wuchuan’s shoulders.

This official robe was a brilliant red, with lions and tigers embroidered on both shoulders, and in the center was a five-colored fire phoenix. Seeing Qiong Wuchuan in his official robes, somehow his originally short, labored breathing became fierce and powerful, his originally disheveled beard became bold and unrestrained. He was no longer some decrepit old man, but the Right Pillar of State of this dynasty, the greatest merit of the restoration war—”Heaven-Supporting, Fortune-Assisting, Loyal and Martial Minister” Qiong Wuchuan.

After half an hour of bustle, the National Uncle was finally fully dressed. Fu Yuanying wiped his sweat: “Old master, may we go now?” Qiong Wuchuan placed his left hand on his hip, held the steel whip in his right hand, and said quietly: “Sit down.”

People need fine clothes, Buddhas need gold—the greatest elixir and miraculous medicine in the world was precisely this. Once Qiong Wuchuan put on his official robes, his speech became much more dignified. Seeing Fu Yuanying obediently comply, he said: “I have a major matter here concerning the life and death of my entire Qiong family, which I must discuss with you immediately.” Fu Yuanying’s heart gave a start: “Old master, you speak of the Wrath of Cang…”

The National Uncle stopped him: “Wrong. Neither the Wrath of Cang disaster nor the rebellion of eight princes can take our lives. The matter that can truly determine life and death is this one.” As he spoke, he retrieved a piece of paper from under his pillow and pressed it into “Master Yufeng’s” hand. Fu Yuanying was slightly surprised and was about to open his palm to look when Qiong Wuchuan said: “Don’t rush.”

The National Uncle’s gaze was profound, while Fu Yuanying was confused in his heart. Looking at the current court’s two major cases—one was the succession case, which the National Uncle called the “rebellion of eight princes,” and the other was the “Wrath of Cang disaster,” that raging fire outside Fucheng Gate in the western suburbs. The former surrounded the ministers, the latter surrounded the capital—both were urgent matters, yet the National Uncle seemed to have other concerns?

The room was completely quiet. The National Uncle grasped Fu Yuanying’s hand, his voice becoming gentle as he said in a low voice: “Yufeng, how old are you this year?” Fu Yuanying bowed: “After the Lantern Festival, Yufeng will be fifty.” Qiong Wuchuan reached out to gently stroke his cheek, saying in a low voice: “Then that secret… you’ve also kept it for twenty-four years?” Unknowingly, Fu Yuanying began trembling and said in a cold voice: “Old master, your words are…” The National Uncle said in a low voice: “That cup of poisoned wine has come again.”

With a bang, Fu Yuanying actually slipped and fell to the ground, his mouth agape in horror. Qiong Wuchuan said softly: “Open the paper ball.” Fu Yuanying gasped heavily and struggled to prop himself up. He saw there was a piece of paper in his palm that the National Uncle had crumpled into a ball. He slowly unfolded it and saw a line of words: “The Greatest Joke Under Heaven.”

Fu Yuanying said in a trembling voice: “This… this is…” Qiong Wuchuan said: “Guess what the greatest joke under heaven is?”

Fu Yuanying’s face turned iron-blue as he slowly turned the paper over to see another line of writing: “The Empress’s son…”

“Is not surnamed Zhu.”

“Ah!” Suddenly seeing this secret buried in his heart for twenty years, even though Fu Yuanying had practiced internal energy his entire life, he couldn’t help but hold his head and cry out wildly. Just as he was about to tear the paper to shreds, he heard the National Uncle say: “Steady yourself. Don’t move anything.”

Fu Yuanying lowered his head, panting and grinding his teeth, then heard the National Uncle whisper in his ear: “Keep the paper safe. We still need it to guide us in rooting out the mastermind behind this.” Hearing this reminder, Fu Yuanying made a sound of understanding, only then remembering this paper was a clue. He hid the paper close to his body, took a deep breath, and said in a trembling voice: “Old master, this… where did this paper come from?”

Qiong Wuchuan poured him a cup of hot tea: “Drink this first to calm your nerves before we continue.” Fu Yuanying sat down and slowly drank several sips of hot tea to settle his emotions, then heard the National Uncle say in a low voice: “When I got up early this morning, I found this paper pressed on my desk. When I picked it up and looked, I knew something major had happened.”

Fu Yuanying ground his teeth: “There’s a spy inside… I’ll immediately summon people to question them.” He was about to turn and leave the room when Qiong Wuchuan pulled him back: “Don’t create complications. This wasn’t delivered by someone from the mansion.” Fu Yuanying said hoarsely: “How… how can you tell?”

Qiong Wuchuan said quietly: “Anyone from my Qiong family, even a dog or chicken, would be implicated by this paper. Who would be foolish enough to joke with their entire family’s lives?” Ginger is indeed spicier when old—if this paper were leaked, it would be a crime of exterminating nine generations. Not one of the over two hundred people in the Qiong mansion could escape. The National Uncle was worthy of having experienced two restoration coups, grasping life and death situations with precision. Instead, it was Fu Yuanying who was in complete panic. He caught his breath and asked in a low voice: “Then… according to the old master’s view, who delivered this paper?”

Qiong Wuchuan said: “I’ve calculated this matter has only two possibilities. The first is the succession case.” Fu Yuanying’s mind cleared and he quickly said: “Hui, Tang, Xu, Feng, Lu?” Qiong Wuchuan said: “Exactly. With succession imminent, these princely bastards have long been trying to find dirt on my Qiong family, digging three feet deep and using every possible means. It’s possible they’ve discovered some clues.”

Fu Yuanying listened, then suddenly said: “It won’t be them.” This time it was Qiong Wuchuan’s turn to make a sound of interest: “How can you tell?” Fu Yuanying said: “Old master, secrets in this world, once they pass through my hands, will never leak out again.” Fu Yuanying spoke these words decisively, leaving absolutely no room for doubt. It seemed that even if “Hui, Tang, Xu, Feng, Lu” dug up the Qiong family’s ancestral graves, they couldn’t unearth the secret on this paper. This matter must be someone else’s doing.

“Khak… hai…” Qiong Wuchuan pushed open the window and spat a mouthful of phlegm outside. Fu Yuanying said again: “Old master, you mentioned two possibilities earlier. What’s the other one?” Qiong Wuchuan picked up his teacup and rinsed his mouth: “The Righteous and Brave.”

“The… Righteous and Brave?” Fu Yuanying’s expression changed slightly. Qiong Wuchuan frowned: “What? You’ve heard of them too?” Fu Yuanying said in a low voice: “I… I’ve heard Ruolin mention them several times, saying there’s a group in the court who specifically oppose Lord Yang, seemingly called the ‘Ten Anti-Yang Ministers.’ I don’t know if it’s true or false.” Qiong Wuchuan chuckled: “Good for you, Lu Ruolin, so perceptive…”

Fu Yuanying didn’t want to implicate his senior brother, so he changed the subject: “Old master, do you have a feud with these ‘Righteous and Brave’?” Qiong Wuchuan said: “I’m Yang Suguan’s ally, while the Righteous and Brave are Lord Yang’s mortal enemies. Do you think our two sides have a feud or not?”

Fu Yuanying said in a low voice: “What exactly is the background of these people? Why do they hate Lord Yang so much?” Qiong Wuchuan said: “Some of these people are court ministers, others are jianghu mystics. They’ve all suffered losses at Yang Suguan’s hands, so they use Liu Angtian’s name as their rallying cry to form alliances and make oaths.” Fu Yuanying was puzzled: “Liu Angtian? Isn’t this person deceased? Why use him as a rallying cry?” Qiong Wuchuan said: “Legend has it that Liu Angtian… died at Yang Suguan’s hands…” Fu Yuanying’s heart gave a start, immediately fell silent, lowered his head, and asked no more questions.

The difficulty of keeping secrets was like climbing to heaven. Fu Yuanying’s belly was already stuffed full of secrets—how could it hold new things? Hearing another secret coming, he quickly changed the subject and said in a low voice: “Old master, if this paper really is the Righteous and Brave’s doing… then they want to…”

Qiong Wuchuan whispered in his ear: “They want me to betray the ‘Zhenguo Iron Guard’ and move against Lord Yang.”

Fu Yuanying’s heart was greatly shaken: “Then… what if the old master doesn’t comply?” Qiong Wuchuan said: “This paper will be placed on His Majesty’s desk. What do you think will happen to our Qiong family?” These words were like thunder and lightning, striking “Master Yufeng” speechless. After a very long time, he said in a low voice: “Old master, have you considered seeking aid from Lord Yang?”

Qiong Wuchuan said: “If Lord Yang knew of this matter, my Qiong family would immediately fall.” Fu Yuanying was startled upon hearing this: “Old master, you… aren’t you also of the Zhenguo Iron Guard…” Qiong Wuchuan chuckled: “Yufeng, you still don’t understand. Do you know who the Righteous and Brave’s backer is?” Fu Yuanying pondered: “Is it… Minister He the Grand Secretary? Or… Grand Commander Wu?”

Qiong Wuchuan shook his head: “Wrong. It’s His Majesty.” Fu Yuanying suddenly stood up, saying in a trembling voice: “His Majesty?” Qiong Wuchuan said flatly: “Do you know what His Majesty calls Yang Suguan?” He smiled, knowing Fu Yuanying couldn’t guess, then said: “The Yang Faction.”

Seeing Fu Yuanying’s breathing quicken, Qiong Wuchuan sighed: “After the restoration coup, His Majesty immediately realized the court harbored a so-called ‘Yang Faction’ spread throughout the realm. Think about it—His Majesty finally regained supreme power, yet heard there was another faction gathering in the court. What would he think?” Fu Yuanying said in a low voice: “Day and night worry and fear.” Qiong Wuchuan said woodenly: “You’re right.”

The Records of the Grand Historian’s Biography of Han Xin states: “When the cunning hares are dead, the hunting dogs are cooked; when the birds are gone, the good bow is stored away.” How could one allow others to snore beside one’s couch? From this perspective, Yang Suguan’s situation was actually extremely perilous, not at all the position of great power that outsiders imagined.

Fu Yuanying said in a low voice: “Old master… why has His Majesty tolerated Lord Yang until now?” The National Uncle said: “Mount Wrath of Cang.”

Fu Yuanying made a sound of understanding. As the saying goes, until the birds are gone, the good bow isn’t stored away. As long as Qin Zhonghai hadn’t fallen, His Majesty wouldn’t break relations with Yang Suguan. Fu Yuanying nodded and said in a low voice: “No wonder the old master said the ‘Righteous and Brave’s’ backer is His Majesty. So there’s this layer of reasoning.”

Qiong Wuchuan said: “Exactly. His Majesty cannot do without Yang Suguan, yet doesn’t trust Yang Suguan. To suppress the Yang Faction’s power, His Majesty always shows special favor to anti-Yang ministers. Otherwise, when Ma Renjie cursed His Majesty as worthless, how could he have kept his life?”

“Ma Renjie?” Fu Yuanying frowned: “He… he’s also an anti-Yang minister?” The National Uncle said: “There’s a saying in the inn: ‘Outstanding Myriad Mountain Wind.’ Guess who this ‘Outstanding’ character refers to?” Fu Yuanying said in a low voice: “Ma Renjie?”

The National Uncle said: “That’s him. Among the Ten Anti-Yang Ministers of the Righteous and Brave, in this ‘Outstanding Myriad Mountain Wind,’ the ‘Wind’ character is Liu Angtian’s son Liu Yunfeng, the ‘Myriad’ character is the current head of the Censorate, Wan Jixiang. The ‘Outstanding’ character above is Cabinet Minister Mou Junyi. Don’t look at Ma Renjie’s high office—by seniority ranking, he can only rank seventh.” Hearing that court dignitaries had gathered specifically to oppose Yang as their mission, Fu Yuanying was secretly alarmed and quickly said: “Besides these five, who else is there?” The National Uncle said: “The top five have yet to reveal themselves. Though the inn investigates everywhere, there’s still no definite conclusion.” Fu Yuanying said in a low voice: “These people never show themselves—how do they contact each other?”

The National Uncle said: “That’s unclear. Each time there’s a dispute with the Yang Faction in court, it’s mostly Mou Junyi and Ma Renjie who act. But aside from this ‘anti-Yang’ curriculum, these ministers usually act independently. Take the matter of the hungry ghosts crossing east—Mou Junyi advocates war, Ma Renjie advocates peace, and the two openly oppose each other.”

Fu Yuanying wasn’t much concerned with court politics, his mind only focused on the paper. He said again: “Then in the old master’s view, who exactly is the Righteous and Brave’s chief leader?” The National Uncle sighed: “This person appears and disappears like a ghost, as if having a hundred different forms. I’ve sent people to track Ma Renjie several times, but he always manages to escape in time. Until now, we’ve gained nothing.”

Fu Yuanying gave a slight shiver: “Old master, you’ve sent people to track Minister Ma? How did I not know of this?” The National Uncle said flatly: “Your Huashan Jade Purity is a righteous orthodox sect. Some matters aren’t convenient for you to be involved in, so I didn’t notify you.”

Fu Yuanying coughed once, knowing the National Uncle privately maintained another group of spies. Daytime matters were mostly handled by Huashan disciples, while nighttime affairs were left to this group of secret agents. Though their martial arts couldn’t compare to Huashan’s great swordsmen, their methods were much more ruthless.

Fu Yuanying listened silently, then suddenly said: “Old master, does His Majesty know you’re also ‘Yang Faction’?” Qiong Wuchuan chuckled: “What do you think? Does His Majesty know or not?” Fu Yuanying’s heart gave a start and he quickly said: “His Majesty… His Majesty already knows?”

Qiong Wuchuan grinned: “Knows? More than knows! That year when Yang Suguan took a shot and crawled out of the Yongding River, do you know who he sought first? It was me, Qiong Wuchuan! Do you know that when he was covered in blood, his life hanging by a thread, who did he drag me to see? We saw His Majesty! At that time, I, Qiong, staked my life and fortune to make a blood oath with Yang Suguan. Who was it that grasped both our hands, grateful to tears, claiming he’d never forget this day’s kindness? Let me tell you, that person was our current…” He raised his steel whip and struck, shouting sternly: “His Majesty!”

Yang Faction, Yang Faction—yesterday’s old love had become today’s great trouble. Fu Yuanying was silent for a long while, then said in a low voice: “Old master, this wealth and honor came at great difficulty indeed.” The National Uncle raised his head and sighed in a daze: “It came… so hard, so very hard…”

The room fell quiet. Fu Yuanying and Qiong Wuchuan looked at each other, both lost in their own thoughts, neither speaking.

After a very long time, Fu Yuanying said: “Old master, has His Majesty thought of removing you?” Qiong Wuchuan said: “Not to that extent. I have a life-saving talisman in my hand. As long as this talisman remains effective, I won’t be in danger.” Fu Yuanying said: “You speak of Her Majesty.”

Qiong Wuchuan said: “Exactly, Yu Ying. Yang Suguan is a far-sighted person. When he courted me back then, it was actually for this matrimonial connection. As long as Yu Ying remains, there’s a buffer between him and His Majesty. In other words, if this matrimonial connection becomes soiled or dirty…” His voice gradually became low and slow as he sighed: “What do you think he would do?” Fu Yuanying said: “He would cut off his arm to save his body.”

Qiong Wuchuan said woodenly: “You’re right. By my calculation, once Yang Suguan learns of this news, not only will he not help us cover it up, he’ll be the first to expose this matter. Otherwise, if he’s implicated by my Qiong family, he might also fall together with us.”

Wolves ahead, tigers behind—here was the supreme Emperor Zhengtong, there was the restoration traitor and chief steward of the “Zhenguo Iron Guard.” No matter which side they declared war on, it would be a dead end. Now attacked from front and back, the National Uncle couldn’t even use the inn’s secret agents. It seemed “Purple Cloud Pavilion” had no other support and could only rely on Huashan masters’ actions.

There were many Huashan disciples, but few great talents could be used. First look at Su Ying—muddled and confused. Then look at Qiong Fang—a proud young girl who could show off but was far from capable of planning major affairs. Calculating back and forth, only Senior Brother Lu Yingchang could provide aid. But this “Master Ruolin” was always too clever—once he sensed major trouble, he’d likely grease his feet and run without a trace.

Fu Yuanying sighed and slowly lifted his sword: “Old master, what do you hope I’ll do?”

Qiong Wuchuan said: “If this paper is the eight princes’ doing, we have leverage. After all, ‘Hui, Tang, Xu, Feng, Lu’ only seek the Eastern Palace and won’t send us to a dead end. But if it’s the Righteous and Brave’s doing, the matter will be difficult to resolve.”

Fu Yuanying remained silent, and the National Uncle also covered his face in deep thought. After a very long time, the old man said in a low voice: “Fang’er is still at the Yang family, correct?” Fu Yuanying said: “Yes.” Qiong Wuchuan said: “Good. Don’t rush to bring her back these next two days. Leave her at the Yang mansion first. If something really happens, we can drag Yang Suguan down with us. As for the Righteous and Brave side…” He panted for a while: “You go find Ma Renjie for me and test his attitude.”

Fu Yuanying quickly said: “Old master, Minister Ma is the Minister of War. If we use force…” Qiong Wuchuan said: “No one wants you to use force. Though Ma Renjie is Righteous and Brave, he’s also a sensible person. With the Wrath of Cang troops at the city gates and great disaster imminent, he absolutely won’t sit by and watch our Qiong family collapse at this moment.” Fu Yuanying quickly said: “What if… what if Minister Ma won’t help with this favor, then we…”

Qiong Wuchuan said: “Then it’s nothing much. When truly pushed to the end, I, Qiong, will open the western suburb’s Fucheng Gate and respectfully welcome Prince Wrath into the capital.”

With a thunderous crash, Fu Yuanying’s mind went completely blank, his ears buzzing, unable even to speak.

With hungry ghosts besieging the city and hearts in panic, seeing that even the National Uncle, though the Emperor’s in-law, had developed rebellious thoughts—what about others? Seeing Fu Yuanying’s iron-blue face, Qiong Wuchuan continued: “Yufeng, in military disasters and dangerous wars, no one is a loyal minister and no one is a traitor. Everyone only seeks to preserve their entire family and escape with their lives intact. If they push me too hard, I, surnamed Qiong, can only rebel.”

Yang Suguan in front, the Righteous and Brave behind, Emperor Zhengtong above—caught between three sides, the National Uncle had no other way out. Perhaps it truly lay at Fucheng Gate. Fu Yuanying stared blankly out the window, then heard the National Uncle say: “Alright, time is precious. Quickly instruct the household to pack up, saying we’ll stay overnight at Hongluo Temple tonight. We absolutely cannot let His Majesty become suspicious.”

Fu Yuanying agreed in a low voice and was about to turn and leave when he heard the National Uncle say: “Wait, I have one more matter to ask you.” Fu Yuanying bowed: “Old master, please instruct.”

The National Uncle propped himself up and slowly came to Fu Yuanying’s side, placing his hand on his shoulder and lowering his voice hoarsely: “Yufeng, that child…” Fu Yuanying took an extremely deep breath and heard Qiong Wuchuan whisper in his ear: “Where exactly are you hiding him?”

Fu Yuanying lowered his head in silence, saying nothing. The National Uncle frowned: “After more than twenty years, you still don’t trust me?”

Fu Yuanying said: “Old master, I promised Young Master Yi. This matter cannot be spoken of.” Qiong Wuchuan shook his head and sighed: “You think too much. Even a vicious tiger won’t eat its cubs—would I harm my own grandson? I only want to ask if that child is safe.”

Fu Yuanying said: “Old master, rest assured. These twenty-plus years, Yufeng has been watching over him continuously.” Qiong Wuchuan raised both eyebrows: “Continuously?” Fu Yuanying appeared to be looking at the ground, but actually his eyes were wide open and his eyebrows raised. The National Uncle observed his expression and immediately broke into violent coughing, gasping: “That’s good… that’s good… with you watching over him… then I’m also at ease…”

Fu Yuanying bowed in salute and went downstairs again. The wooden boards creaked as the sound gradually faded away. The National Uncle pressed his ear against the wall, listening for a long time. Confirming Fu Yuanying had gone far, he finally said: “Zhao Duluo.”

As soon as he called out, a rope suddenly dropped from the roof beam, and a black shadow descended, approaching the National Uncle and bowing: “Third Leader.” Qiong Wuchuan said: “Did you hear everything I discussed with Fu Yuanying just now?” The black shadow said: “I heard it.” Qiong Wuchuan said: “Very good. I now have a task for you. Do you know what it is?”

The black shadow said: “Third Leader wants to find that child.” Qiong Wuchuan said woodenly: “You’re right. That child should be hiding among the Huashan disciples. By calculation, he should be twenty-four years old. We don’t know his surname or given name, nor what he looks like, but one thing is certain…”

The black shadow said: “His talent?” Qiong Wuchuan said: “Exactly. Su Ying cannot achieve greatness, but Huashan’s supreme arts cannot be lost. I want you to follow the ‘Three Reach Sword Manual’ to search. See who Fu Yuanying gave the ‘Three Reach Sword’ to. Do you understand this meaning?”

The black shadow said: “This subordinate understands. After finding that child, does the National Uncle want to…” Qiong Wuchuan took a deep breath: “I’ll handle this myself.” The black shadow was silent for a long while without speaking. Qiong Wuchuan became annoyed: “What? Don’t trust me?”

The black shadow said: “This subordinate dare not.” He grasped the rope and was about to return to the beam when he suddenly paused: “Third Leader, what you said earlier about welcoming the Wrath of Cang into the capital—that was surely a joke, wasn’t it?” Qiong Wuchuan said: “That was said for those below to hear. If you’re not at ease, you might convey these words to the Chief Steward.” The black shadow said: “This subordinate dare not.”

Qiong Wuchuan said: “Go. Remember to tell the Chief Steward that Qiong’s troubles will be cleaned up by Qiong himself—I absolutely won’t let him worry.”

The black shadow bowed in salute, his body slowly floating up, following the rope back to the beam. Qiong Wuchuan immediately climbed up, his movements extremely swift. He pressed his ear against the wall, confirming the black shadow had left, then cursed: “A bunch of bastards!”

The wooden stairs creaked as Qiong Wuchuan pushed open the window and spat outside, then also went down the stairs, leaving the retreat.

For decades, the National Uncle’s residence hadn’t changed—always in Purple Cloud Pavilion’s “Azure Wave Tower.” This place first bordered the bamboo grove with green shadows and azure waves, most conducive to cultivating temperament. Second, the terrain was high, allowing views not only of the Qiong mansion’s ancestral temple and meeting hall but also the Young Pavilion Master’s bedroom. Purple Cloud Pavilion’s past, future, and present were all within his grasp.

The weather was severely cold, and snow began falling again. After an unknown amount of time, someone ran through the garden shouting: “Master Fu! Master Fu! Are you here?” The newcomer was quite young with a sword at his waist—a Huashan disciple named Shi Dexing. Arriving below the retreat, he couldn’t help but be astonished: “Master, you… how are you sitting here?”

In the garden sat a man cross-legged—it was Fu Yuanying, his head covered with frost and snow, unknown how long he’d been waiting here.

Azure Wave Tower could see the past and future but couldn’t see what was below. Fu Yuanying hadn’t hidden—he simply sat quietly. The National Uncle and Zhao Duluo came and went without noticing him because he was Ning Bufan’s junior brother, and he’d practiced Huashan’s qi-concealing techniques for forty years.

Fu Yuanying sat cross-legged with his long sword laid across his legs, not saying a word. Shi Dexing said in a low voice: “Master, are you… are you alright?”

Fu Yuanying stroked his sword’s body, remaining silent for a long while before saying: “You’re looking for me about something?” Shi Dexing, seeing his strange demeanor and feeling somewhat afraid, said in a low voice: “Outside… outside came a eunuch saying tonight the Eighth Prince wants to spar, and we need to quickly select a major sparring partner so he can send the name list into the palace.” Fu Yuanying frowned: “What major sparring partner? What kind of arrangement is this?”

Shi Dexing said in a low voice: “This… this disciple also doesn’t quite understand. It seems to be a companion for practicing martial arts with the Prince. That eunuch said… said this selection is quite important. Grandmaster Zhao Five couldn’t find Master Lu, so he had this disciple come to the retreat to find you, saying he wanted to discuss this selection.”

Fu Yuanying slowly stood up and suddenly said: “What about Chen Defu? Have you seen him?” Shi Dexing sighed: “That boy doesn’t know what madness has seized him again. Early this morning he was crying and wailing, hiding in the back kitchen and refusing to come out, saying he’s caused great trouble…”

Fu Yuanying nodded and grasped his sword hilt. With a “humming” sound of great resonance, the sword blade was already unsheathed. The disciple was startled: “Master, what’s… what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing…” With a clang, Fu Yuanying extended his finger to flick the sword blade, and the long sword swayed back and forth, producing a humming low sound. He said: “Just looking at this sword that’s been hidden for so many years…” He took out a dry cloth from his bosom and wiped it on the sword, saying flatly: “It’s also time to polish it bright.”