“Disgrace to Mount Hua!” Feicheng Guai struck out heavily with a slap, furiously saying: “Taking so long just to deliver wedding invitations! Do you still have a brain?”

Suanpan Guai at his side chimed in: “That’s right! And you even brought back a wild dog! You bastard! Are you pig-born and dog-raised?”

The two of them punched and kicked, and even the little black dog rushed up to bite its master chaotically – truly a case of a dog looking down on people.

But speaking of Chen Defu, he had escaped the pursuit of monks and eunuchs, yet couldn’t escape the clutches of the Mount Hua Twin Freaks. For a moment, he rolled and crawled everywhere with a mournful face, still pleading pitifully in his mouth. Seeing this child actually wearing eunuch clothing, Lu Yingchang didn’t know what trouble he had caused, so she could only sigh: “Enough, hurry and change his clothes, don’t delay any further.”

“Wait, what about this black dog? Should we execute it on the spot?” Feicheng Guai pointed at the black dog, drooling – probably wanting to eat dog meat.

Lu Yingchang sighed: “Tie it up first.”

Suanpan Guai waved his hand: “No good! Hongluo Temple doesn’t allow keeping dogs. If people discover it, that would be big trouble.”

Feicheng Guai also said: “Yes, yes! This concerns the honor of our Mount Hua disciples. Better slaughter it early…”

“Shut up!” Lu Yingchang had been suppressing her anger all night, and suddenly her eyes widened in fury as she finally exploded in rage.

After the time of one tea cup, Lu Yingchang took deep breaths and led the Mount Hua Three Freaks straight into the Heavenly King Hall.

Tonight was the annual Lantern Festival night. Hongluo Temple was full of people – men and women, adults and children, good people and bad people, those seeking official positions, those networking, those bad-mouthing others behind their backs – all kinds of voices and news were present. There were so many people that later no one could move. Seeing the Heavenly King Hall square packed with people, Chen Defu squeezed in the crowd, holding a thick stack of wedding invitations in both hands, hurriedly saying: “Master Uncle, now that there are people everywhere, can we distribute the invitations?”

Before his words finished, Feicheng Guai popped out again and punched Chen Defu on the forehead, cursing: “Fool! There are rules for invitations. Do you think they’re red envelopes that you can shout about and give to anyone you see?”

Lu Yingchang smiled bitterly, knowing that bringing these troublemakers out would sooner or later be the death of her. She flipped through the register in her hand: “We must first pay respects to Minister He, then go see Director Fang of the Eastern Depot, and finally the Fifth Military Commission’s Lord Wu. Only after these three important ministers know the good news can we distribute the invitations widely.”

Minister He was the head of the Cabinet and leader of all civil officials in the realm. Director Fang was the chief eunuch among the twelve departments in the capital. As for that “Mighty Marquis” Wu Dingyuan, he was the foremost military leader of the current dynasty. These three held lofty positions and naturally should be the first to know the news. Chen Defu was a small person who naturally didn’t know much about Minister He and Director Fang, but suddenly hearing the great name of “Loyal and Mighty Marquis,” he couldn’t help but beam with joy: “Master Uncle, can we really see Lord Wu later?”

Lu Yingchang nodded while reviewing the register. Suanpan Guai came over to sneer and scold: “Country bumpkin! It’s just meeting Old Brother Wu, why are you so excited? You’re completely losing face for our Mount Hua…”

Hearing the words “Old Brother Wu,” Chen Defu became even more excited, hurriedly asking: “Grand Master Uncle, are you very familiar with Lord Wu?”

Suanpan Guai’s face reddened, and he casually said: “Naturally. I’ve known him since he was wearing diapers.”

Seeing Chen Defu both shocked and admiring, probably wanting to ask about the diaper details, Suanpan Guai had to squeeze into the crowd, shouting: “Excuse me! Excuse me!” The crowd surged like the sea, and even though Suanpan Guai was tall and thin like a bamboo pole, he could barely move an inch. Lu Yingchang frowned slightly, gathered her inner energy, and secretly used dark force with her palm to push aside the crowd in front. Just as she was about to squeeze in, she suddenly exclaimed and was forced to retreat a step.

Although Lu Yingchang wasn’t Mount Hua’s number one expert, she could still be considered first-rate in the martial world. If someone could force her to retreat a step, they naturally had top-tier martial arts. Suanpan Guai was greatly shocked and hurriedly stepped forward, shouting: “Who!”

No one answered him, only women’s laughter came. The Mount Hua Three Freaks looked carefully and saw a beautiful woman standing in front of Lu Yingchang. To force their way through would inevitably require touching her body. This ultimate move of “men and women should not touch” was deployed, and even if Lu Yingchang’s martial arts were twice as deep, she would still be repelled.

Seeing his martial nephew helpless, Suanpan Guai was also at a loss. When the difficult task came, Feicheng Guai couldn’t help but lick his lips and smile lecherously: “How troublesome. Let me handle this.” Instantly, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he raised his Lushan Claw and began groping forward.

The surrounding crowd enclosed that woman, who was talking with others and distracted. If she were completely groped by the Lushan Claw, she probably couldn’t identify the real culprit. Feicheng Guai chuckled lecherously, about to unleash his Eagle Claw technique, when he suddenly saw a fat man accompanying the woman. Looking at his dragon robe appearance, it was the court’s most vicious Prince Lu, Yun Zhi.

Prince Lu’s wife, simply called “Princess Lu” – what would happen if he embraced her fully?

Life and death hung by a thread. Feicheng Guai was greatly shocked and hurriedly jumped backward. Being too hasty in his escape, he inadvertently twisted and heavily collided with someone. The person behind him, though also fat, couldn’t withstand the impact of a martial artist and instantly flew out, crushing another thin man.

Strangely enough, when a man bumps into a woman, you hear a delicate cry of “Oh!” When an adult bumps into a child, you hear a “Wah!” followed by loud crying. But this time was peculiar – after these fat and thin men collided and fell to the ground, neither cried out in pain. They looked at each other, first with an “Oh,” then an “Eh,” and finally burst into “Haha” laughter. “Hehe!” “Hehe!” “Wahaha, yoohoo!” The two men lay on the ground, their official caps fallen off, yet still pointing at each other and laughing endlessly.

Feicheng Guai was himself a madman, but he didn’t expect to encounter people even madder than him. He was startled and hurriedly said: “Elder Ruo Lin, what’s wrong with these two? Did I hit their laughter acupoints?”

Lu Yingchang waved her hand to indicate it was nothing serious. Everyone stared blankly as these two officials pointed at each other for a while before finally beginning to speak.

“Sorry, sir! Long time no greetings! Long time no greetings! How have you been lately?” “All is well, I’ve missed you deeply! I’ve missed you deeply! How is your family, sir?” “Getting by, getting by… Look how especially big tonight’s moon is!” “Big indeed, big indeed. Sir, have you eaten yuanxiao?” “I have, I have. I ate seven, eight, nine, ten of them.”

On Lantern Festival night, there was much idle chatter. The two officials rambled on while the Mount Hua group squeezed in the crowd listening, but they never heard these two men’s surnames, names, or official positions. Chen Defu hurriedly leaned over: “Master Uncle, what are they saying? It sounds like they’re talking nonsense.”

Lu Yingchang stroked her beard and sighed: “Haven’t you figured it out yet? These two don’t know each other.”

Chen Defu was shocked and looked carefully at these two high officials. Indeed, though both seemed to be smiling broadly, their eyelids were blinking rapidly, apparently desperately trying to recall each other’s names.

Suanpan Guai wondered: “Strange, what’s the big deal about not recognizing someone? Just nod and that’s it. Why put on such an act?”

Lu Yingchang shook her head: “Master Uncle, you’re mistaken. The official world values personal connections. If they hadn’t bumped into each other, it would be fine, but once they meet face to face, not being able to call out someone’s name is impolite, and calling the wrong name is terrible. That would be looking down on someone. Later, grudges would form and they’d undermine each other in official documents. They’d probably never have peace.”

Feicheng Guai was shocked: “That serious? Then it’s no different from our martial world?”

Lu Yingchang smiled bitterly but said nothing more.

After everyone talked for a while, they indeed saw these two officials afraid in their hearts. Though they rambled on, they still couldn’t recognize each other. Seeing their small talk gradually exhausted, the one who did the bumping had to resort to his ultimate move. He coughed forcefully and laughed: “Sir, I heard that you… hehe… are getting promoted again?”

Everyone secretly admired this. You should know that the one infallible good thing to say in the world is this sentence. If you ask about someone’s parents’ health, they might have just suffered a loss. If you ask whether someone’s children are safe, that’s also hard to say. When all is said and done, the only thing you can’t go wrong with is this sentence.

The one who was bumped, hearing the words “promotion,” was naturally slightly pleased and hurriedly suppressed his excitement, saying tremblingly: “Sir… sir, you jest.”

The one who did the bumping could also fabricate stories and laughed: “Really, really! The night before last I was a guest at the Prime Minister’s house and saw your distinguished name in Minister He’s book… hehe…”

Chen Defu watched from the side and saw the bumped one’s face trembling, seemingly very frightened, so he hurriedly asked his master uncle: “What’s happening now?”

Lu Yingchang whispered: “This man’s surname is Yu, he’s a sixth-rank chief priest at the Court of Imperial Sacrifices. Their minister has a deep feud with Prime Minister He.”

Only then did everyone understand. It turned out the Prime Minister had many books, including a life-and-death register specifically for dealing with the Court of Imperial Sacrifices. That Chief Priest Yu mumbled and fumbled, wanting to change the subject, hurriedly saying: “How could that be? How could that be? Rather, sir, you’re the remarkable one. I heard His Majesty is looking at your… your…” Not knowing what the other managed, he could only fabricate: “memorials… and finds them impossible to put down!”

As long as they were court officials, everyone submitted memorials, so this statement seemed correct. Who knew the one who did the bumping would turn pale and actually retreat two steps. Chen Defu was full of wonder and quietly asked: “What’s wrong now? Isn’t it good to have memorials read?”

Lu Yingchang whispered: “Very bad. This official’s surname is Tang, he’s the supervisor of the Imperial Treasury. If His Majesty wants to read his memorials, that’s big trouble.”

Everyone asked in surprise: “Why?”

Lu Yingchang said quietly: “He manages the treasury silver.”

Everyone suddenly understood. Consider that His Majesty handles myriad affairs daily – if he suddenly came to examine treasury memorials, it must be because he suspected the silver was short. Indeed, they saw Supervisor Tang repeatedly retreating, waving his hands continuously, his eyes seemingly containing tears, not knowing how much silver he had embezzled. Everyone was just becoming suspicious when someone walked up from behind, laughing: “Both officials, you’re completely wrong.”

Everyone turned to look and saw a young eunuch approaching. The two officials were overjoyed and said in unison: “Eunuch Fu! Your students pay respects to you.”

Eunuch Fu had arrived. This person was familiar to everyone – not only were the two officials acquainted with him, even Chen Defu recognized him and hurriedly hid behind Lu Yingchang, refusing to come out. That Eunuch Fu, though only a food service eunuch, was quite arrogant because he was favored by the Empress. But strangely today, his head had a big bump on it – whether from falling or hitting a wall was unclear, but it was quite conspicuous.

Eunuch Fu looked left and right, maintaining his haughty manner, and said to the two officials: “No need for such formalities. Rather, I must congratulate you both – last night His Majesty was greatly pleased and mentioned both your names.”

The two were greatly shocked but didn’t dare disbelieve, so they could only look at each other and say tremblingly: “Really… really?”

Eunuch Fu sneered: “Of course it’s true. Last night at dinner, His Majesty picked up his ivory chopsticks and first called out your name, Minister Yu. Later, His Majesty mentioned Minister Tang and then gave me quite a scolding.”

Only then did the two officials learn each other’s names, but hearing this Eunuch Fu speak so mysteriously, their hearts naturally pounded anxiously: “Eunuch, please enlighten us! Please enlighten us!”

This Eunuch Fu was only fifteen or sixteen years old but acted old and experienced. He looked left and right and smiled: “You both know that last night the moonlight was bright. I was carrying a food box and leading several young eunuchs toward the Qianqing Gate. When we arrived at the palace, I lifted the curtain and looked – wow! You know what I saw?”

“What… what?” The two officials asked with cold fear in their hearts. Chen Defu was also terrified, hiding behind his master uncle and eavesdropping.

“Ah! His Majesty’s little cat ran out the door!” Eunuch Fu looked mysterious, shook his head, sighed, and continued: “When I saw the cat fleeing quickly, I knew His Majesty was in a bad mood, so I quickly lit the lamps and sent up the food. As a result, His Majesty picked up his chopsticks, glanced at the food box, frowned and said…”

The two officials were once again uncertain and anxious, rubbing their hands and leaning in close. Suddenly Eunuch Fu’s expression changed as he raised his head and said tremblingly: “Wu, Wu Hou, roar too…”

Wu Wu Hou? Fifty-five monkeys roaring together? The two officials heard this incomprehensibly. They looked at each other, not understanding the meaning, and shook their heads. Suddenly hearing footsteps behind them, they hurriedly turned to look and also said tremblingly: “Wu, Wu Hou, roar too…”

Chen Defu looked amazed and peeked out from behind his master uncle. In an instant, he also exclaimed “Ah!” and whispered: “It’s Lord Wu.”

Wearing a treasure blue robe with yellow trim and a four-clawed golden dragon belt, “Lord Wu” led his beloved generals into the crowd of officials.

Marquises of all dynasties have been imposing, and Wu Dingyuan was no exception. Nearly nine feet tall, he was preceded by two “Thousand Household Captains” clearing the way, with four “Military Advisors” accompanying him. Left was Yan Feng, right was Gao Jiong, front was Cen Yan, back was Gong Zhi – six general officers surrounded the Grand Commander in layers as he entered the square. In an instant, in the vast square, all the talking, laughing, and socializing ceased completely. In the silent sea of people, everyone timidly called out: “Lord… Lord Wu…”

The realm’s 3,430,000 troops were divided into three armies: “Royalist,” “Garrison,” and “Orthodox.” Among them, the “Garrison Army” only had bad luck, no killing intent; the Royalist Army was full of wealthy airs and naturally couldn’t smell this bloody aura either.

Most officers of the Orthodox Army had killed people. These men, just by standing in a venue, would naturally bring a sense of oppression. Regardless of their rank, their attire was entirely uniform – arrow quivers bound to their thighs, long sabers hanging at their waists, wearing thick armor and heavy mail covered with sword cuts and arrow holes. Even the edges of their military boots were bulging, probably still concealing daggers.

The officials fell silent, but children’s mouths could still move. One by one they tugged at their mothers’ hands and asked quietly: “Mother, what do they do? Why do they look like bad people?” Before they finished speaking, their mouths were covered: “Don’t talk nonsense, be good and bow to them.”

Chen Defu stole glances at the activity in the square and saw that the men and women in the venue were terrified of this group of military officers. Seeing these demon-faced arrivals, they immediately formed two human walls – men bowing and women curtsying. Everyone wanted to chat but didn’t dare, wanted to avoid them but couldn’t, so everyone was bowing, probably all crying “unlucky” in their hearts.

Generals die in a hundred battles, warriors return after ten years. The Orthodox Army veterans had returned, covered in dust and weathered by wind and frost. Their appearance at this Lantern Festival was truly completely out of place. That Eunuch Fu was the Empress’s little follower and knew the court situation well. Seeing the Grand Commander arrive, he hurriedly led the cheering: “Congratulations to Your Lordship on your triumphant return to the capital! We are blessed in three lifetimes to respectfully listen to Your Lordship’s golden words of instruction!”

“Hmm?” His chin seemed to move slightly, his nostrils barely breathed out air. The Marquis’s eyes were half-open and half-closed as he walked straight through the crowd.

Chen Defu was shocked. He’d seen that the higher other officials’ ranks, the more they talked, but this Grand Commander Wu went completely against this pattern. The officials were waiting for Wu Dingyuan to give a speech but only heard one “Hmm.” Some in the crowd were hard of hearing and still didn’t know what had happened. Seeing Suanpan Guai about to shout loudly, Lu Yingchang quickly gave him a look, signaling everyone to remain silent.

The entire venue fell quiet. Under Chen Defu’s gaze, Lord Wu had already silently departed. Though his frame was large, his pace was slow, like an eighty-year-old man crossing the street, walking leisurely all the way. Though everyone hoped His Lordship would leave quickly, they didn’t dare rush him and could only stand respectfully, listening to the sound of footsteps.

One step sounded, then two steps, listening to three steps then five steps. The footsteps grew more and more distant until finally stammering greetings came from afar again: “Wu… Wu Hou… roar too… we… we listen to your… your instruction…” “Hmm?”

The nasal grunt sounded again, the unwelcome guest departed, and the square once again erupted in joyful laughter. Children ran about, parents admired lanterns, and civil and military officials also chatted and socialized: “Oh my! Eunuch Gao, what exactly did His Majesty say?” “Drink! Yu you ci! Yu you ci! Pah! Tang tai xian! Tang tai xian! I got a thorough scolding!”

Laughter came from behind, but Wu Dingyuan and his group had already gone far. Feicheng Guai laughed dumbfoundedly: “Elder Ruo Lin, what… what was that?”

Lu Yingchang sighed slightly: “Nothing much. Just a hero’s true nature.”

Everyone was completely confused, but Lu Yingchang only looked at Wu Dingyuan’s iron hand and sighed slightly.

From the Wu Ying to Orthodox eras, the court had produced three Grand Commanders in total. The earliest “Qin the Western Conqueror” was talented in both civil and military affairs, eloquent and good at conversation, famously talkative. Then came “Liu the Northern Conqueror” during the Jingtai years – this man had a bold and cheerful nature and was also a silver-tongued speaker. Often, before the person arrived, laughter came first. Standing on the command platform discussing military strategy, he wouldn’t come down for less than an hour. Who would have thought that by the third generation Grand Commander, he’d become this deaf-mute monk who couldn’t even speak clearly.

Twenty years of sharpening swords in officialdom – others became more and more brilliant with grinding, but Dingyuan became more and more dim. In the past, as a small constable, he still liked to drink with subordinates, sometimes telling small stories, sometimes discussing great principles. But after middle age, as he accumulated military achievements, his words became fewer and fewer. By the time he sat on the throne of the court’s third-generation Grand Commander, only this “Hmm” remained, nothing else.

As Grand Commander, Wu Dingyuan’s taciturnity was famous. Whether attending court to see the Emperor or reviewing troops for inspection, he either took out small notes to read from a script or lowered his head and dozed off. No matter how much the civil and military officials argued until the sky turned upside down or how much the hundred officials talked until their mouths foamed, he just squinted and stood there like a stone statue.

The stone Buddha speaks no falsehoods, the stone Buddha opens no eyes. Dingyuan had no grand ambitions but cared very much about one thing. That thing made him live and die for it – ten years of unwavering, uncomplaining, no-regret devotion.

Speaking of that old iron hand, everyone knew it was the treasure of the Commander’s heart. He wore it while eating, wore it while fighting, wore it while defecating. Unless damaged in battle, no one could make him take it off.

Through ten years of war and fire, the iron hand broke and was repaired, repaired and broke again, covered with sword cuts and blade marks, looking extremely unsightly and unhygienic. The Commander’s wife, feeling sorry for her husband, gave him a brand new iron hand, forged from pure steel and impervious to blades and spears, hoping he would change to it soon. But after her husband accepted it, he only hung it high above the bed and wouldn’t wear it. Later, the Emperor thought he looked shabby and also bestowed a pure gold dragon hand with inscribed patterns showing national merit, but Dingyuan immediately placed it on the altar table, burning incense before it three times daily like a memorial tablet.

Dingyuan was very stubborn, but no one understood what he wanted to be stubborn about. Because of this inexplicable beggar’s temperament, his wife was angry with him, the Emperor scolded him, and even the civil and military officials said he was using poverty to show off, putting on airs.

For ten full years through rain, dew, wind and frost, despite all the various criticisms, Dingyuan never explained a single word. He just silently, mutely, stubbornly and rigidly wore his old iron hand. From emperors and imperial consorts above to common people below, no one could remove it. In this boring human world, the Grand Commander wore his old friend and moved forward silently. Wherever he passed, all officials bowed and made way – those who called him “Your Lordship” were definitely civil officials, those who called him “Commander” were certainly military men. His Lordship was also fair – no matter who came to pay respects, the Grand Commander responded to all changes with constancy, answering all with one “Hmm,” nothing more.

Feicheng Guai had met Wu Dingyuan before. Though they hadn’t talked in detail then, he vaguely felt this person wasn’t eloquent and showed signs of stuttering. He never expected that the higher the official position, the more his true form would be revealed. Hearing the two freaks discussing and the officials around also stealing glances with smiles on their faces, Lu Yingchang sighed: “Don’t underestimate His Lordship. Actually, when learning reaches his level, every word has deep meaning. Look carefully…”

Everyone craned their necks to see an elderly man of about eighty bowing to the Grand Commander in the square. Everyone listened from afar and heard His Lordship nod slightly with a long sound: “Hmm…” Seeing everyone’s puzzled faces, Lu Yingchang explained: “Understand? When meeting someone of advanced age and virtue, His Lordship’s ‘hmm’ becomes prolonged, showing respect and friendliness.”

Tang Tailian also came over, surprised: “I see! Then if he meets someone young and without rank, how would he hmm?”

“Hmm.” A brief nasal grunt came from the distance. Everyone quickly looked back and were startled to see a greasy-haired, powdered man constantly bowing and scraping before His Lordship, but the Grand Commander only lowered his brow and passed by hurriedly.

Everyone heard this and were shocked, finally knowing there was great subtlety within. Hearing Lu Yingchang’s continuous explanations, Eunuch Fu also came over and laughed: “I don’t believe this! Last time I met His Lordship, he didn’t even grunt – what kind of situation was that?”

Lu Yingchang sighed: “That was terrible.”

Everyone was greatly shocked: “Terrible? What’s terrible?”

Lu Yingchang sighed: “From what I know, Lord Wu values propriety most. If he doesn’t grunt at all, it means you’ve committed crimes, or have a case against you, or are already under secret investigation by the authorities. In any case, it’s very bad.”

Eunuch Fu was shocked and for a moment smiled dryly, his eyes rolling – probably thinking of asking the Empress for salvation.

Hearing this, everyone was greatly impressed, finally knowing His Lordship’s grunts contained hidden mysteries – distinguishing intimacy from distance, separating far from near, rewarding good and loyal, censuring treacherous and evil. Truly one “Hmm” could serve as law for the world, following his heart’s desire without transgressing rules. Chen Defu learned the trick and was even more full of admiration, so he also began imitating the nasal grunts. “Hmm…” “Hmm?” “Hmm.” “Hmm!” The officials listening nearby were about to imitate en masse when they saw the Commander turn his head and grunt once toward the empty, unpopulated space.

Chief Priest Yu was shocked: “What… what’s happening?”

Lu Yingchang also didn’t understand and could only use Mount Hua’s fabrication skills, murmuring: “This… perhaps it’s cutting off yin at night, cutting off yang during day… that’s also not impossible.”

Hearing about ghosts flying out, everyone was inwardly shaken and hurriedly rushed over. Before they could check whether there were ghosts, they saw the Grand Commander raise his head and grunt once at the bright moon in the sky.

All the officials were greatly shocked: “Chang’e the fairy! Is she really descending to earth?”

“Chang’e should regret stealing the elixir, blue seas and azure skies nightly in her heart.” While everyone was still looking up bitterly at the sky, the Grand Commander had already turned away his nose. His footsteps became slower and slower, his eye slits narrowed more and more, his grunts became longer and longer. Just as he was about to lower his head and snore, suddenly his eyes opened wide and he actually made an “Ah!” sound, producing a different noise.

A person who could only “Hmm” now made an “Ah” sound – what fortune or misfortune did this portend? Everyone opened their mouths wide, all looking toward Lu Yingchang to hear how she would explain this, but this Mount Hua disciple had long since slipped away without a trace.

Under everyone’s gaze, after the Grand Commander’s “Ah,” he actually chuckled and then crouched low, like a fool hunching down and sneaking around.

The Grand Commander couldn’t endure the hardships of battle and had finally gone mad. The civil and military officials were naturally terrified and followed to watch. They saw the Grand Commander running faster and faster until he came to a lantern pavilion, where he crouched low to the ground as if secretly peering inside. Chen Defu and the others could see clearly – a little girl was looking left and right, playing with a rabbit lantern inside the pavilion.

At this moment, the Grand Commander rushed into the pavilion, embraced her in one motion, and then threw her up toward the sky.

“Little Huahua!” Grand Commander Wu threw up his precious daughter with both hands, joyfully saying: “My little Huahua! Daddy caught you!”

Little Huahua, commonly called Hua Mei, formally named Wu Chonghua.

“Daddy!” Little Huahua fell into her father’s arms and was naturally overjoyed: “Are you finally done with work!”

The officials watched dumbstruck as they heard a command pass by, and the four chief advisors had already formed a human wall to block unrelated idle people, preventing their superior from being disturbed.

Out of 365 days in a year, only three were the Lantern Festival. Tonight Wu Dingyuan finally laughed heartily. He tweaked his daughter’s nose: “Little Huahua, have you been good?”

“Daddy…” Little Huahua hugged her father’s neck and answered with a joyful smile: “I’m the most well-behaved!”

Hua Mei had willow-leaf eyebrows and handsome eyes. Though still very young, her little face already showed gentle beauty. Wu Dingyuan felt even more loving and kissed his daughter’s tender cheek, but his whiskers tickled her into giggling delightfully.

Wu Dingyuan laughed heartily as he lifted his little daughter’s bottom, letting her sit on his arm, weighing her up and down with a smile: “After a whole year, you’ve gained several more pounds.”

During New Year’s feasting and gorging on rich foods, Father had noticed. Hua Mei’s expression changed as she hurriedly said: “Father, you should say Hua Mei has grown up, not that she’s gotten fat.”

At that time, court ladies favored slender figures – the wealthier the family, the more refined and delicate they were. Hearing his daughter’s concern about beauty, Wu Dingyuan couldn’t help shaking his head vigorously and said seriously: “What’s to fear about being plump? Being able to eat is a blessing! Consider that our old home comes from Northwest military households – we rode horses and carried sabers. Don’t learn from those wealthy young ladies who won’t eat this or that, binding their little feet into delicate weakness. That would make Father very unhappy!”

Hua Mei pouted: “Father only scolds me. Why don’t you talk to Mother first?” Suddenly hearing his daughter talk back, Wu Dingyuan frowned: “Children shouldn’t argue back! Hmm?” Hearing her father’s tone turn stern, Hua Mei buried herself in his embrace, her little nose rubbing against his collar, stubbornly refusing to yield.

When daughters act coquettish, fathers are helpless. Wu Dingyuan looked at his beloved daughter and hurriedly patted her back gently, saying softly: “Alright, alright, it’s all Father’s fault. Father won’t be fierce with you anymore, okay?” Father’s heart swelled with tenderness, but little Huahua still pouted unhappily. Wu Dingyuan wanted to cheer his daughter up, so he comforted her again: “Alright, alright, little Huahua, don’t be sad… School starts tomorrow afternoon. Are you happy?”

Life is unsatisfactory eight or nine times out of ten. Hearing that school would start soon, Hua Mei sighed deeply and simply pillowed her head in Father’s arms, no longer moving.

Seeing his daughter in such a state, Wu Dingyuan couldn’t help sighing: “Chonghua, though Father wanted to attend school in his childhood, he had no opportunity. It’s rare that you have the chance to study – you should strive diligently and wholeheartedly cultivate yourself… Think of the ancients who borrowed light by boring through walls, who tied their hair to beams… Though you’re a girl, you shouldn’t belittle yourself…”

The Grand Commander, who didn’t like to talk during court sessions, apparently saved all his words to speak at home. Hua Mei leaned in Father’s arms, listening with her ears and closing her eyes as if about to fall asleep. Just as she was breathing lightly as if snoring, her nose was tweaked as she heard Father say: “Alright, Father’s finished speaking.” Hua Mei’s face showed a smile as she opened her eyes again, just about to tell Father a joke when she suddenly heard: “‘Is it not a pleasure, having learned something, to try it out at due intervals?’ What’s the next line?” Hua Mei wailed as she hugged Father’s neck, crying out repeatedly: “Father is annoying… annoying…” Wu Dingyuan laughed heartily. Usually so serious, he seemed ten years younger in front of his daughter. He lifted his daughter high and laughed: “Little Huahua… Father’s little Huahua, are you being good!” Saying this, he made several “Hmm” sounds and kissed his precious daughter repeatedly, his whiskers scratching her tender cheeks until Hua Mei giggled and desperately tried to dodge.

With a smacking sound, Hua Mei, unable to bear the tickling, gave Father a kiss in return. The father and daughter were playing childish games when they heard several laughs from across Purple Vine Street: “Little Huahua is such a silly girl!” Hua Mei’s face turned green as she looked toward the tree and was shocked to see several school bullies hiding behind the tree trunk, constantly mocking and pointing at her, clearly with ill intentions. Hua Mei’s face turned red with shame as she hurriedly whispered: “Father, please put me down first. It’s so embarrassing.”

Wu Dingyuan had been busy all day and rarely had the chance to hold his beloved daughter – how could he bear to let go? He glanced sideways toward the tree and snorted through his nose. “Hmm!” Marquises of all dynasties were imposing, and Wu Dingyuan was no exception. When the dragon’s nose expelled fierce air, it frightened the children into running away immediately. Hearing cries of alarm, someone actually fell down.

Hua Mei looked carefully and saw a bully who had fallen to the ground. He appeared to be about ten years old, with a jade ornament tied to his forehead, holding a large lantern shaped like Guan Dao in his left hand, and carrying a bundle on his back – it was Young Master Yang making his appearance.

Hua Mei was indignant, thinking that the nickname “little Huahua” had been leaked, and hurriedly said: “A’Xiu! How dare you eavesdrop on my conversation with Father? What did you hear?” A’Xiu laughed dryly: “No… nothing, something about water frogs, green frogs eating sweet melons…” “It’s not water frogs or green frogs, it’s little Huahua!” Amid his daughter’s embarrassed scolding, little Huahua’s father appeared. He grabbed A’Xiu and lifted him up with stern dignity: “What? Do you have business with my daughter?” Little Huahua’s father was very frightening and could make anyone’s head bloom at any time. A’Xiu naturally looked miserable, clutching his bundle tightly with both hands and laughing dryly: “Nothing, nothing, just happened to pass by this precious place…”

Wu Dingyuan saw his eyelids blinking rapidly while his hands gripped the bundle tightly, thinking there must be contraband hidden inside, so he smiled: “A’Xiu, this bundle of yours looks quite interesting. May Uncle Wu take a look?” Hearing that Uncle wanted to search, A’Xiu didn’t seem afraid anymore and smiled calmly: “Sure, it’s all books inside.” He untied the bundle and pulled out more than ten notebooks, on which was written crookedly “Young Scholar Yang Shenxiu.” There was also a thick, old, large book – actually a chronological record.

Wu Dingyuan said curiously: “The boy even brought chronological records? So diligent in learning?” A’Xiu smiled: “Yes, I love reading Spring and Autumn Annals, Records of the Grand Historian, Gongyang Commentary, and Guliang Commentary.” The chronological record was thick, old, and heavy, specializing in recording previous dynasty affairs. It was unclear why A’Xiu, at such a young age, was interested in ancient history. Wu Dingyuan calmly picked up the chronological record and shook it. Sure enough, the pages loosened and a small booklet fell out.

The small booklet was palm-sized, easy to carry and hide – but what was written inside? Wu Dingyuan was about to look when A’Xiu suddenly cried out and desperately lunged to grab it. Wu Dingyuan tucked him under his arm, holding the bundle in one hand and flipping through the secret book with the other. He randomly turned to a page and read quietly: “Dear readers should know… Northern men and women are born tall and handsome, easily understanding affairs. Moreover, these lustful Tatars don’t hide things from their children, so these two children, though still very young, have long grown accustomed to seeing…”

Wu Dingyuan’s face reddened as he turned to look at the book’s cover and saw it was a newly printed famous work called “Jin Hailing Dies from Excessive Indulgence.” He glanced at his daughter and saw the little girl still looked completely bewildered, apparently not understanding what was said.

Seeing A’Xiu’s bundle so miraculous, there must be other treasures hidden. Wu Dingyuan first stuffed the forbidden book into his bosom, planning to study it carefully late at night, then searched through the bundle again. This time he indeed found a bottle of liquor. Looking at the bottle, he saw it was “Premium Good Fen Erguotou” with tribute sealing strips attached. There was also a large package of braised dishes and snacks, apparently to accompany the drinking.

All contraband was complete – good liquor and good books. Wu Dingyuan, seeing his rich harvest, hung A’Xiu upside down and struck his bottom hard five times with his iron hand. Not caring that A’Xiu was still crying, he had already pulled out the cork, smelled the rich aroma, and immediately began gulping it down – truly three times more fierce than bandits.

They say hunger and cold breed thievery, and when a person is well-fed and warm, he inevitably thinks of his wife. After Wu Dingyuan drank several mouthfuls of pure liquor and chewed several pieces of beef, he already thought of Yan Ting. He picked up his daughter and laughed: “Where’s your mother? Why don’t I see her?”

Hua Mei smelled the alcohol on Father’s breath and naturally covered her nose and turned her head. Before she could answer, she heard a soft, charming voice nearby: “Master… His Majesty summoned Madam to accompany him in viewing the lanterns.” The speaker had a rather unfamiliar accent. Wu Dingyuan and A’Xiu both turned their heads and were surprised to see a beautiful girl of seventeen or eighteen standing opposite them, gracefully bowing to the Grand Commander. “You…” Wu Dingyuan was greatly surprised: “Who are you?” “Master has forgotten.” The beautiful maid smiled as she rose, saying charmingly: “I’m Cui Shan.”

Cui Shan? What does she do? Wu Dingyuan was dazed for a long while and could only look toward his daughter with questioning eyes. Seeing Father pretending to be ignorant, Hua Mei whispered with a sigh: “Father’s doing it again. Didn’t Mother say during Mid-Autumn that she wanted to return to Mount Jiuhua to take in several disciples? Cui Shan came at that time.”

The Commander’s wife, as head of Mount Jiuhua, always loved taking in maids as disciples. Over ten years, she had raised two in succession – the older one called “Haitang,” the younger called “Mingmei.” Everyone’s name contained the “wood” radical, making them easy to remember. It was unclear when another “Cui Shan” had arrived or what her background was. Seeing the young woman smiling at him with an extremely friendly manner, Wu Dingyuan felt even more wary and only nodded: “Cui Hua… right?” “Cui Shan! Shan with the wood radical!” The maid’s small mouth pursed slightly as if she was unhappy. Wu Dingyuan said awkwardly: “Yes, Cui Shan, Cui Shan. Look at my memory…” Just as he was muddling through, Cui Shan reached out to help the master fold his collar. Wu Dingyuan was startled and without a word lifted his daughter high to block between them.

Master hung up the “no battle” sign, but Cui Shan was also quick to change tactics. Without panic or alarm, she simply turned her palm and smoothly arranged the Second Miss’s hair. Wu Dingyuan saw this maid was shrewd and capable and dared not provoke her further. Seeing all his generals guarding outside the pavilion, he waved: “Come in, all of you.”

The generals responded and, except for Jiao Sheng who remained outside on guard, everyone else came in. Hua Mei was well-bred, and when Father’s subordinates arrived, she curtsied and greeted them: “Uncle Gong, Uncle Gao, Uncle Cen…”

When she reached Yan Feng, she hesitated somewhat. This general officer was only two years older than brother Chongqing, so calling him uncle would make him seem old. Just as she was about to ask Father, she heard Cui Shan say first: “Brother Feng.”

In recent years, the Orthodox Army rarely returned to the capital, so no one knew anyone else, but Cui Shan had inquired about everything clearly. Hearing the beautiful woman’s sweet, coquettish call, Yan Feng’s face reddened as if he had also drunk a large bowl of strong liquor. Not knowing how to address her, he stammered for a moment. A’Xiu, being understanding, helped him with a strange tone: “Sister Shan…”

Brother Feng met Sister Shan – the man handsome and upright, the woman charming and graceful – they truly looked like a perfect pair. Wu Dingyuan laughed heartily and waved his iron hand: “Everyone sit down. There’s still a rain prayer ceremony later, and we’ll have plenty of standing to do.”

The generals removed their helmets and armor, the clinking sounds endless. Everyone moved at different speeds, but Wu Dingyuan, seeing this, didn’t criticize them. Loose when it should be loose, tight when it should be tight – this was the way of veteran generals. They would never waste energy.

No one is born a veteran general – even the youngest, Yan Feng, had fought for five years. All of them, including Dingyuan, had learned bit by bit over ten years and been gradually sculpted into this form. Seeing the veteran generals seated, Cui Shan also took out a grass mat and spread it on the ground to serve the young miss.

No one is born wanting to be a maid, but look where that grass mat was spread – right next to “Little Zhao Yun,” apparently planning to sit beside him. Yan Feng was startled, his heart pounding. Just as he was anticipating, he heard a yawn: “Ah, after making noise all night, I’ll sleep first.”

No one is born without eyes, except for A’Xiu. Seeing this boy collapse onto the grass mat and sleep soundly, he was like the Great Wall separating the Cowherd and Weaving Girl. The advisors saw this and laughed heartily again.

Once everyone was seated, one person was still missing from the pavilion. Gong Zhi looked around and said: “Where’s the Young Master? Why don’t I see him?” Wu Dingyuan had one son and one daughter – the little daughter was Chonghua before them, and the son was the adopted son Chongqing brought back from Jiangnan. Hearing this, the advisors all nodded frequently and asked: “Yes, why haven’t we seen the Young Master?”

Wu Dingyuan saw Hua Mei wouldn’t speak and pulled her over, saying gently: “Where’s your brother? Why isn’t he with you?” “Eek!” Hearing the word “brother,” Hua Mei covered her ears with both hands and screamed as if she had heard a demon’s name. The advisors looked amazed and hadn’t had time to ask when Cui Shan walked over on her own, covering her mouth and laughing: “Master, what kind of temper does the Young Master have that you don’t know? If he were willing to stay with us, the sun would rise from the west.”

Wu Dingyuan had raised Chongqing and naturally knew his temperament. Why did outsiders need to comment? He ignored “Cui Shan” and asked his beloved daughter: “What happened? What trouble did your brother cause again?”

Hearing this, Hua Mei only lowered her head. Her lips were tightly pressed and her big eyes had already turned red and moist. Wu Dingyuan watched from the side and knew there must be trouble at home, so he patted his daughter’s back and said gently: “Daughter, be good. If there’s anything, tell Father everything. Father will see justice done for you.” Hua Mei was on the verge of tears but still wouldn’t speak, only turning her little head away. Wu Dingyuan sighed, knowing his little daughter had a strong character – the more she was pressed, the less she would say. Helplessly, he could only look toward Cui Shan.

Rarely having the master ask something of her, Cui Shan naturally beamed with joy. She imitated Madam’s manner, taking out a silk handkerchief to fan herself, sighing: “Master, you don’t know – before New Year, the Young Master actually… actually ran away from home! He didn’t return until the fifth day, making Madam search everywhere for him and causing chaos in the mansion.”

Wu Dingyuan was greatly shocked. Seeing his son had entered Hongluo Temple with him in the evening with no abnormal appearance, how could he have caused trouble privately?

Wu Dingyuan, growing older, had become increasingly deep in character. He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and asked his daughter: “Tell Father, what exactly happened?”

Hua Mei threw herself into Father’s arms and cried: “Brother is so hateful! Everyone was celebrating New Year properly, but he just wouldn’t come home, making Mother so worried… wuu wuu… wuu wuu… Hua Mei even made a lantern for him to play with…” Cui Shan, hearing this, quickly added something harsh: “Yes! Yes! If it weren’t for your return for Lantern Festival, Master, I think the Young Master wouldn’t want to come home at all.”

Hearing his daughter’s tearful complaint, Wu Dingyuan nodded and said no more. Cui Shan was about to say more when she saw the master taking deep breaths, veins bulging high on his forehead in anger, his expression somewhat ominous. This frightened her into covering her mouth and not daring to say another word. “How could this be…” Wu Dingyuan squinted and looked up at the bright moon, asking himself this question.

Though Chongqing wasn’t his biological son, as a child he had been extremely attached to Dingyuan. The little Chongqing of that time was both shy and inarticulate. To win Father’s favor, he studied by candlelight at night and practiced martial arts diligently, appearing quite obedient and sensible. But over ten years, though this child had read books and practiced kungfu, his personality had become cold and distant, as if he had become a stranger.

Children of wealthy families either strive to study or fall into dissolute ways, but Chongqing was neither. He neither strove nor fell – though he had developed a strong physique, he was unwilling to join the army; when asked if he wanted to take imperial examinations to become an official, he remained silent. He went out early and returned late daily, but no one knew what he was busy with. When parents pressed him about his future plans, he would lock himself in his room for ten days to half a month without coming out. No matter how Dingyuan scolded and beat him, only wasting his anger and whitening several strands of hair, his son remained unchanged with no improvement.

Strange child… He came and went alone, keeping a stern face all day. Looking at men, he disdained them; looking at women, he scorned them… As if he had deep enmity with the whole world, nothing pleased him…

Ten years of military campaigns, a lifetime of effort entirely invested in the Orthodox Army, inevitably neglecting family. Thinking of his wife not by his side and his son nowhere to be seen, Wu Dingyuan’s gaze dimmed. Just as he was about to sink into dejection, he suddenly remembered his daughter was still with him and couldn’t help showing a slight smile: “Little Huahua… are you being good?” “Father…” Little Huahua was most sensible. She pressed her finger to her cheek and answered innocently: “I’m the most well-behaved.”

Wu Dingyuan laughed heartily, all worries swept away – truly having a daughter made everything worthwhile.

Rarely having Lantern Festival, everyone waited for the rain prayer ceremony to begin and relaxed, chatting leisurely. Wu Dingyuan glanced over and saw Cui Shan sometimes turning, sometimes raising her head – truly her eyes had barely moved before being understood, full of charm. Yan Feng was red-faced, standing like a spear, seemingly about to collapse on his own any moment.

Wu Dingyuan smiled slightly and took out two theater tickets from his bosom: “Advisor Yan, here are two tickets to Wanfu Tower theater. They’re performing Bai Pu’s ‘Rain on the Wutong Tree.’ If you’re free tomorrow, you might go have a look.”

Hearing of such a wonderful assignment, the advisors were naturally very envious. At that time, opera was increasingly popular. Whenever the South had new singing styles, they would definitely be performed at Wanfu Tower with unprecedented grandeur and hard-to-get seats. In the capital, only someone with the Grand Commander’s power could easily obtain theater tickets. Seeing the Grand Commander bestowing tickets, Cui Shan was naturally shy but happy, lowering her head and waiting for Little Zhao Yun to invite her. “Heaven and earth are not benevolent, treating all things as straw dogs!” Little Zhao Yun stood at attention and shouted: “The people of the world cannot eat their fill or dress warmly! They still struggle bitterly for survival in deep water and hot fire! Even if this subordinate were ten times more arrogant, I wouldn’t dare engage in such romantic frivolities! The Commander’s kind intention – Yan Feng cannot accept!” Saying this, he clicked his military boots together with a snap and returned the tickets with both hands.

Hua Mei stared dumbfounded, and the generals were also stunned. Cen Yan sighed: “Well said! While the Xiongnu remain undefeated, how can we think of home? This difficult task should be entrusted to me.” He turned to Cui Shan and asked quietly: “I hear Wanfu Tower is a place where dragons and snakes mingle, probably harboring bandit spies. Who among you is willing to disguise as lovers with me and go investigate tomorrow?”

Cui Shan’s eyes filled with tears, her heart full of grief and indignation. Just as she was about to agree, she suddenly heard a violent roar. “I’ll go!” Yan Feng’s handsome eyes opened wide as he said sternly: “As they say, ‘If you don’t enter the tiger’s den, how can you catch the tiger’s cubs?’ I, Yan Feng, for country and people – not to mention disguising as a woman, even if I had to cut off my beard, tear my robe, or mutilate my limbs – would be willing!” Amid the uproarious laughter, Cui Shan had already puffed out her cheeks in anger, unable to speak.

Wu Dingyuan shook his head repeatedly. For these past few years, he had been playing matchmaker but always with half the effort for double the work. He sighed and suddenly remembered there was another grown-up problem at home, asking his daughter: “Where’s your Aunt Juan? Did she go out to play tonight?”

The Grand Commander had only one sister-in-law, Juan’er. Tonight being Lantern Festival, called “golden guards do not prohibit,” if talented scholars and beautiful ladies wanted secret trysts, tonight was the only time. So if Juan’er wanted to marry early, tonight was exactly the right opportunity.

Wu Dingyuan worried as he waited for his daughter’s answer, but suddenly saw Hua Mei and Cui Shan covering their small mouths and laughing, as if Juan’er had caused some disaster again. Wu Dingyuan hurriedly said: “What? Young Master Song and Young Master Zhu didn’t come to court her?” Suddenly hearing the great names of Song Tongming and Zhu Kang, Hua Mei giggled: “Father is so silly. Every time Aunt Juan sees those two fellows, she turns and runs.”

Wu Dingyuan sighed. Time passed swiftly, years flew by, and his sister-in-law was getting older but still being picky. These past few years, for Juan’er’s marriage, Wu Dingyuan and Yan Ting had taken great pains to inquire around. Whenever a hero accomplished in both civil and military arts appeared, he would inevitably become an honored guest at the marquis’s mansion. But somehow, every time a handsome young hero sat at the table, Juan’er’s appetite would greatly increase, and she wouldn’t stop until she had eaten everything clean. The poor young heroes, frightened, would hastily take their leave one by one, nearly worrying the Wu couple to death.

With great difficulty they had deceived two infatuated men, but the marriage still had no prospects. Wu Dingyuan naturally frowned deeply and said quietly: “Song the Divine Saber is mighty, Zhu Iron Spear is romantic… but she wants none of them… Then who does she really like?”

Hearing Father’s question, Hua Mei only giggled. She fixed her big eyes on Father’s square face and blinked gently.

Seeing his daughter smiling at him, Wu Dingyuan was greatly shocked and hurriedly shouted: “Don’t talk nonsense!” Just as he was panicking, Hua Mei looked puzzled and said strangely: “What’s wrong, Father? I didn’t say anything.”

The matchmaker was being sentimental, tying himself up with red thread. Everyone lowered their heads and tried hard not to laugh.

They say what you think during the day, you dream at night. Wu Dingyuan, having exposed his own thoughts, couldn’t help blushing. Just as he was thinking of diverting attention, someone came outside the pavilion. A big head poked out, looking into the pavilion with a cold laugh: “Damn little…”

Before he finished speaking, a spear had silently pressed against the back of his head, followed by pain in his lower back as a dagger firmly pressed against him. The rough man looked up in shock and saw a square face glaring at him, frightening him into falling to the ground and saying in panic: “Lord Wu!”

Everyone looked over and saw a big man with a bitter smile, looking stupid and bear-like – it was “Shandong Young Divine Saber” Song Tongming arriving. Wu Dingyuan gave a look, and the advisors put away their weapons. Song Tongming, having escaped death, quickly got up and smiled apologetically: “Sorry, sorry, this younger brother is used to speaking crudely. Please forgive me, Your Lordship…”

Wu Dingyuan glanced at him several times and said coolly: “Brother, did you come here looking for Miss Juan?” Song Tongming laughed dryly: “Your Lordship jests. Miss Juan usually treats me like a wild dog – how would she want to stroll the streets with me?”

Hearing the words “wild dog,” Wu Dingyuan couldn’t help reproaching him: “Brother, why do you resent heaven and blame others? If you read more books daily and visit brothels less often, Miss Juan would naturally be willing to accompany you.”

Everyone saw Young Master Song wore a golden belt and luxurious clothing but appeared extremely rustic, apparently someone who couldn’t speak properly or eat properly – a lustful libertine who only sought pleasure in brothels. No wonder Juan’er was unwilling to go out with him.

Seeing Song Tongming looking ashamed and hanging his head, repeatedly agreeing, Wu Dingyuan sighed and took out two theater tickets from his bosom, instructing: “Here are two tickets to Wanfu Tower, performing ‘Romance on the Wall.’ Take Miss Juan to see it the day after tomorrow.”

Song Tongming was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to accept the tickets, saying loudly: “Thank you, brother-in-law, for the tickets!” This “brother-in-law” was obviously aimed at Juan’er. Hua Mei made faces, A’Xiu howled strangely, and the advisors shook their heads vigorously. Apparently everyone felt sorry seeing a fresh flower stuck in cow dung.

This Song Tongming had been heroic and spirited in his early years. After the Orthodox Dynasty was established, he was once called one of the “Twin Commanders” alongside Zhao Renyong of Lingnan, a famous fierce general for suppressing bandits. Who would have thought that after retiring from the battlefield, he had become a fat, lazy, worthless big oaf to this degree? Wu Dingyuan sighed and was waiting for Old Brother Song to leave when he saw this rough man shaking his head and looking around the pavilion.

Frowning, he said: “Miss Juan isn’t here. Who else are you looking for?”

Song Tongming laughed dryly: “No… nothing… just wanted to see if your son was around.”

Wu Dingyuan was slightly surprised: “You want to find Chongqing?”

Song Tongming swallowed and scratched his head, smiling apologetically: “Not really looking for him, just happened to pass by… wanted to have a drink with him, chat a few sentences…” Wu Dingyuan was even more surprised. Seeing Chongqing’s personality was cold as an iceberg, he didn’t know when he had made an arrangement with Song Tongming. He pondered slightly and said: “Do you and Chongqing have grievances?”

The Grand Commander hit the nail on the head, and Song Tongming immediately panicked: “No, no… how would I dare beat him up? Just looking at your face, I… I would definitely show mercy…”

This statement revealed he had let something slip. Seeing Song Tongming stammering, Wu Dingyuan sighed and waved his iron hand: “Do as you wish. Whatever grievances you have, go settle them. Just don’t say I’m being protective.” All parents in the world favor their own children, but Wu Dingyuan went against this pattern, as if deliberately letting his son get beaten. Song Tongming, seeing his unhappy mood, didn’t dare ask more questions and hastily took his leave.

Gao Jiong, watching from the side, whispered: “Commander, shall I have someone watch him?” Wu Dingyuan shook his head: “No need. Children’s fights don’t matter. Rather, Chongqing’s temperament is too cold. If this Song Tongming can dampen his arrogance, I as a father would welcome it.” Before he finished speaking, Hua Mei had already come over, saying worriedly: “Father, it’s useless. Don’t let brother fight anymore. If he seriously injures someone again, Mother will be angry…”

Hearing this, the advisors looked at each other and smiled, while Wu Dingyuan’s expression grew desolate. Wu Dingyuan’s own martial arts were world-renowned, that went without saying, but like father, like son – Chongqing’s martial arts were formidable, very much in his father’s style. If Song Tongming sought trouble with him, he’d probably be beaten until he was searching for his teeth on the ground.

A’Xiu, listening from the side, suddenly said: “Uncle Wu, do you know that Su Ying?”

When the great name of the Sandai successor was mentioned, the advisors naturally felt a chill in their hearts. Wu Dingyuan nodded: “You know him too?” A’Xiu smiled: “Of course I know him. I’ve seen him compete on the Five Passes platform.” Wu Dingyuan was the creator of the Kuixing Five Passes Battle and naturally knew about Su Ying’s fight with Zhe’er Dan. He smiled and said: “This Master Su has excellent swordsmanship, very much in Master Ning’s style. Among the younger generation in today’s martial world, probably no one can defeat him.” Just as he finished speaking, A’Xiu giggled: “Really? But my uncle says if Brother Chongqing fought that Su fellow, he would definitely win completely.”

A’Xiu’s uncle was Yang Jinji, but it was unclear how a weak scholar could evaluate the martial arts strengths and weaknesses of martial artists. Wu Dingyuan’s brow furrowed slightly, knowing A’Xiu was talking nonsense but using his uncle as a shield. He shook his head: “A’Xiu, don’t talk nonsense.”

A’Xiu smiled: “I’m not talking nonsense. My uncle says Uncle Wu is today’s ‘Number One Under Heaven,’ and that Su fellow’s master also seems to be ‘Number One Under Heaven.’ But there’s only one under heaven – where do so many number ones come from? So he says Brother Chongqing will fight Su Young Hero sooner or later for Uncle Wu’s sake.”

Children speak without restraint, but this also touched on a painful point. In recent years, Wu Dingyuan’s reputation had risen greatly. Whether on battlefields or wandering the martial world, everyone praised him as the True Dragon Martial God. But no matter how famous the Grand Commander became, he had once been defeated by Ning Bufan in his early years. Because of this, there were always countless rumors in the martial world saying that the “Generation True Dragon” was inferior in skill and could never become the true “Number One Under Heaven.”

Wu Dingyuan was a modest person. The more the outside world thought he coveted fame, the more he wanted to avoid suspicion. It was for this reason that despite Chongqing’s repeated requests, he refused to let his son participate in the “Kuixing Five Passes Battle,” intending for him to keep a low profile and especially not compete with Su Ying.

Father’s intentions were profound, but his children didn’t appreciate them at all. Hua Mei said loudly: “Father! You’re more formidable than that Ning fellow, right?” Wu Dingyuan frowned tightly and shook his head: “Don’t talk nonsense. Hero Ning’s might shakes the world – how could Father hope to compare to even one ten-thousandth of him?”

His daughter had hoped Father would answer “yes,” but instead he spoke humble words again. Thinking of all the mockery from outsiders, Hua Mei couldn’t help crying: “Father is annoying! Father is annoying!” A’Xiu deliberately cooperated, pretending to cry: “Father is hypocritical! Father is hypocritical!”

Wu Dingyuan was naturally modest and always avoided fame and showing off. With his honest nature, if this “Number One Under Heaven” reputation could be abdicated, he would surely give it up completely. Wu Dingyuan was somewhat annoyed and was about to discipline his ignorant children when Gong Zhi also advised: “Commander, there are no outsiders here. Commander, please stop being polite, or it will damage our Orthodox Army’s morale.”

Cui Shan cheered loudly, Hua Mei clapped her hands, and everyone was united in hoping the Grand Commander would rally his spirits. Even if Wu Dingyuan were ten times more obtuse, he would know not to go against such good intentions. He sighed and said frankly: “Over ten years ago, I wasn’t as good as him. Over ten years later, we haven’t fought, so…” He immediately shook his head and sighed: “He would probably still win.”

Seeing his superior respect the elderly and honor the virtuous, Gao Jiong said: “Commander, don’t compare yourself to Ning Bufan. This person has long since retired, so win or lose is beyond proof. How about this question: if you fought ‘that fellow,’ who would win or lose?”

Each generation produces talented people, each leading the way for five hundred years. During the Jingtai era, first there was “Monk Tianjue” fighting “Nine Provinces Sword King,” then “Number One Under Heaven” dueling “Kunlun Sword God.” Now times had changed, and the martial world’s drama had become “True Dragon Body” resisting “Fire Greed Saber.” But unlike the previous generation’s predecessors, Qin and Wu’s fights were mostly in the midst of ten thousand troops. Both sides not only competed in martial arts but also needed strategic assistance and deputy general duels. So even today, though the martial world was full of various opinions, there had never been a definitive conclusion about who was stronger between the two.

This question had been asked tonight already, coming from Eastern Depot Director Fang. Actually, not only was this palace supervisor curious – martial artists throughout the world all wanted to find out: in a one-on-one fight between Wu Dingyuan and Qin Zhonghai, who would win or lose?

The venue fell silent. The three words “Qin Zhonghai” were taboo and couldn’t be mentioned casually. Wu Dingyuan took a deep breath, his face showing displeasure, and was about to reproach Gao Jiong when Gong Zhi coughed and gestured for his superior to look at his daughter.

Wu Dingyuan turned around and saw Hua Mei staring at him blankly, her big eyes full of tears and worry for her father.

Wu Dingyuan had campaigned abroad for years, and his beloved daughter at such a young age had to worry about her father. Wu Dingyuan felt guilty. He reached out to pull his daughter over and said gently: “Don’t worry. Father fights enemies and serves the country loyally – nothing will happen.” Hua Mei’s eyes reddened as she sobbed: “Father, every time I worry about you, Mother makes Hua Mei firmly remember four words. Do you know what they are?”

Wu Dingyuan gently stroked his beloved daughter’s hair. Seeing her raise her little face, she said loudly: “Father! Mother told Hua Mei she said you are Number One Under Heaven! No matter how difficult it is on the battlefield, you will always return safely! Right? Right? You are Number One Under Heaven!” Saying this, she buried herself in his arms and hugged Father’s shoulders tightly, crying with little sobs.

Everyone seeing this father-daughter affection couldn’t help but sigh in their hearts. Seeing Hua Mei’s young age, every time she worried about Father’s danger, Yan Ting would surely comfort her this way. No wonder Hua Mei firmly believed in her heart that her father was mighty and tall, with no second person in the world who could match him. Seeing Wu Dingyuan sighing repeatedly, Gao Jiong came to smooth things over: “Miss, don’t worry. Actually, your father has long been Number One Under Heaven, just that his character is modest and he’s unwilling to admit it himself.”

Hua Mei turned from anger to joy, blinking: “Really?” Gao Jiong nodded: “Others might not know, but we’re very clear. Over the past few years, when he fought the Fury King, only the opponent was seriously injured while he himself never lost a single hair…” He glanced at his superior and smiled: “Grand Commander, you should admit this at least?”

Hearing Gao Jiong reveal battlefield secrets, everyone cheered. Hua Mei rushed to Gao Jiong’s side, kissed his cheek, and said happily: “Uncle Gao is the best! Hua Mei likes you!”

Over the past ten years of general-to-general combat, no matter how fierce the fighting became, the Grand Commander could always emerge unscathed and withdraw safely. Looking at Qin Zhonghai, he was either beaten until his ribs broke or slashed until he was covered in blood, always ending up battered and scarred before withdrawing from battle. From this perspective, Wu Dingyuan, inheriting Tianshan arts and called the True Dragon, was indeed much superior to Qin Zhonghai.

Everyone stared intently at the Grand Commander with admiring expressions, but Wu Dingyuan felt uncomfortable and could only say: “To be honest, defeating Qin Zhonghai in techniques isn’t particularly difficult. I, Wu Dingyuan, can do it, and Ning Bufan can do it even better.”

Hearing the Grand Commander being modest again, Hua Mei made faces, Cui Shan sighed heavily, and everyone was unhappy. Gao Jiong smiled: “Commander, this is wrong. That Qin Zhonghai can’t defeat you – there’s no doubt about that. But this person’s martial arts are extraordinary. Not only has he opened the six yin-yang meridians, but he also possesses unparalleled strength. No matter how strong Ning Bufan’s swordsmanship is, he’s already in his twilight years – how could he defeat him?”

Gao Jiong, worthy of being from the Judgment Palace, knew that words in court were fearsome. You should know that Qin Zhonghai was the court’s greatest concern. If the Grand Commander was to defeat him, he had to win uniquely and exclusively, never letting outsiders share the glory. Otherwise, if the Demon King was just a paper tiger that anyone could defeat, what was the point of the Orthodox Army entangling with him for ten years?

Seeing everyone’s expectant faces, Wu Dingyuan couldn’t help sighing. He picked up the wine bottle A’Xiu had brought and gulped down a large mouthful: “Comparing Ning and Qin, these two have their respective strengths. Though that ‘Wisdom Sword’ can find enemy weaknesses, Qin Zhonghai’s ‘Fire Greed Nine Consecutive Slashes’ has shocking power, each strike faster than the last. In terms of prolonged battle, endurance, and the speed, accuracy, and ferocity of saber techniques, they’re not something the ‘Wisdom Sword Eight Directions’ can match.”

The Grand Commander’s evaluation of others’ strengths and weaknesses was indeed thorough. All the generals nodded in agreement, knowing that worldly martial arts had progressed remarkably. Especially that “Heaven-Opening Great Fire Wheel” could attack enemies within a radius of nearly one zhang, compared to the Sword God’s eight-chi sword light. If Ning Bufan relied solely on his Wisdom Sword to resist enemies, he would surely be defeated.

Gao Jiong smiled: “Exactly so. If that Qin Zhonghai fought with the Commander, what would the battle situation be like?” Seeing his daughter’s earnest face and the advisors all making eye signals, Wu Dingyuan naturally couldn’t speak politely anymore. He drank the wine in one gulp: “Qin Zhonghai’s skills are both fast and accurate, fierce and heavy, following a path like thunder and wind. But I, Wu Dingyuan, have no other strengths except that my eyesight is slightly more accurate than others’, and my strength is slightly greater than others’… Speaking of fists…”

With two light cracks, Wu Dingyuan clenched his iron fist tightly. A purple light appeared, dazzling and eye-catching, emanating from his dantian, spreading from his lower abdomen to his chest and back, finally covering his entire body like invisible armor. Amid his daughter’s cheers, he said calmly: “It’s not that Wu is boasting. If Zhonghai fought me, within three hundred moves he would surely be injured. If everyone doesn’t want to see life and death, he would have to retreat on his own.”

Wu Dingyuan had always been modest. Though he only used words like “slightly more accurate” and “slightly faster,” he had already shown his confidence. No matter how accurate, fast, and fierce Qin Zhonghai was, when facing the “Generation True Dragon’s” dragon bone and divine physique, he would have to admit defeat.

After the Grand Commander finished speaking, the purple light covering his body finally faded. Apparently, his “Purple Qi Robe” skill had reached its peak, unrivaled in the current world. For a moment, cheers arose and morale was greatly boosted. Cen Yan even clamored for war: “Commander, why don’t we lure that fellow to the capital! If he wants to assassinate the Emperor, we’ll catch the turtle in the jar and close the door to catch the thief, chopping him into mincemeat and ending this great war once and for all!”

The Fury King appeared and disappeared like a ghost, but Cen Yan cursed him bloody. Just as he was foaming at the mouth, suddenly someone patted him from behind, frightening Cen Yan into leaping up and screaming: “Heavens!”

Looking back, there was no Demon King behind him, just Gong Zhi. He heard him say: “Miss Cui Shan, the Grand Commander hasn’t eaten yet. Could you take the young miss to bring some vegetarian food for the master?” Cui Shan was very clever and knew she shouldn’t hear what followed, so she hurriedly said: “Miss, let’s go prepare food for the master.” Rarely having a chance to show filial piety to Father, Hua Mei was naturally delighted. That A’Xiu didn’t want to leave, but helplessly, Sister Cui Shan’s small hands were quite strong and actually dragged him along.

Seeing the women and children depart, Gong Zhi turned to look at the generals and said gravely: “Remember, no matter how high the Commander’s martial arts, you must not underestimate the enemy. Especially remember firmly that the Fury King must not be provoked! No matter who issues wild challenges to him, he will surely accept. If he really disregards everything and breaks into Beijing, it would cause chaos throughout the realm!”

In warfare, one should avoid both arrogant soldiers and cowardly demoralization. Cen Yan had committed both mistakes and inevitably drew cold looks. He smiled bitterly: “I don’t understand this. Since this fellow can’t beat the Grand Commander, why should we fear him?”

Wu Dingyuan shook his head slightly: “Didn’t I just say? Defeating him in techniques isn’t difficult. Beating him until he’s seriously injured and vomiting blood isn’t difficult either, but wanting to kill him with one’s hands…” He sighed: “I’m afraid no one can do it.”

The advisors had long followed the Commander in campaigns and had only seen Qin Zhonghai frequently use cunning schemes and psychological warfare, but had never heard of such strange things. Gao Jiong said in surprise: “No one can kill him? This… could it be that even you can’t do it?” Wu Dingyuan sighed: “Don’t mention me. Even if Ning Bufan helped me, we could only repel him but have no confidence in killing him.”

Everyone was even more surprised. The Grand Commander’s words seemed contradictory – Wu Dingyuan alone was enough to defeat Qin Zhonghai, so with Ning Bufan’s assistance, they could kill him at any time. How would that be a hindrance instead? Gao Jiong frowned: “Commander, please forgive this subordinate’s dullness. Could you explain?”

Wu Dingyuan sighed: “You might not know that Qin Zhonghai belongs to the Heart School in martial learning.” In the martial world, some practiced external arts, some practiced internal skills, but they had never heard of this “Heart School.” Everyone was completely confused and stared wide-eyed. Wu Dingyuan explained: “Heart School refers to a person’s beliefs. Through belief they achieve success, thus transcending the mundane.” Everyone said in surprise: “Beliefs? What does this have to do with fighting?”

Wu Dingyuan pondered for a long while, not knowing how to explain. Seeing the distant Buddhist hall with its towering beams and pillars, very magnificent, he said: “Look at that Buddhist hall’s main beam – it’s at least three zhang from the ground. Ordinary people who haven’t practiced lightness skills couldn’t jump up no matter what. But suppose there’s someone naturally unwilling to admit defeat, who thinks about it day and night, dreaming of being able to leap up in one bound. So this person jumps early and late, slowly unifying heart and mind into willpower, willpower condensing into a kind of faith. As long as his mental determination is firm enough, at the moment before death, Heaven will finally take pity on him and let him soar to the blue sky, leaping over the high beam in one bound.”

Everyone heard that the “Heart School” had such principles and were greatly horrified. Wu Dingyuan continued: “Man can conquer Heaven through firm belief and transcend the ordinary – this is Qin Zhonghai’s cultivation method, called ‘immediate enlightenment of the heart, self-confidence and self-liberation.’ With this kind of martial arts path, once his life is in danger and thoughts of death arise in his heart, his divine power and imposing aura can truly be called unparalleled under Heaven.” Cen Yan was shocked: “Unparalleled under Heaven? Could it be greater than your strength?” Wu Dingyuan shook his head: “Gong Zhi fought in the Battle of Tongguan – you might ask him.”

Gong Zhi had remained silent throughout. Seeing everyone turn to look at him, he could only speak truthfully: “That year, Qin Zhonghai was trapped in Tongguan to rescue his companions, covered in blood and near death. I personally witnessed him bound with over a hundred steel cables, yet he pulled eight hundred soldiers backward. Then with the strength of one arm, he pushed down a thousand-jin iron gate and broke straight out.”

Human potential is limitless. Once faced with mortal danger and life-or-death situations, people can often explode with divine abilities and accomplish things they wouldn’t dare imagine normally. Who would have thought someone would use this as the foundation of martial arts and create the “Heart School” method.

Gao Jiong took a deep breath: “Why didn’t anyone tell us about this Battle of Tongguan being so brutal before?” Gong Zhi sighed: “During that battle, dozens of martial arts masters fled without fighting. After the war, they were so ashamed they removed their armor and returned to farming, never daring to set foot on a battlefield again. That Song Tongming was one of them. Everyone gave him face and didn’t spread the news.”

The generals looked at each other, their hearts filled with shock. You should know that on the iron gate of Tongguan, there are fire burn marks stretching from left to right across the gate for over ten feet. They had thought it was an accidental fire, but who knew there was such a secret behind it? No wonder the Grand Commander wanted to keep it hidden – otherwise, if soldiers harbored fear in the future and were timid before even fighting, how could they deal with powerful enemies?

Cen Yan said tremblingly: “Good heavens… this fellow is… is he unkillable?” Wu Dingyuan shook his head: “There’s no one in the world who can’t be killed, but there are people with ‘undying hearts.’ Back then, Qin Zhonghai climbed to the ten-thousand-ren peak with his crippled body, also because of this ‘undying heart.'”

Everyone was shocked speechless. Gao Jiong shook his head with a bitter smile, finally realizing he had been looking at the sky through a tube and didn’t know the whole picture. He thought dazedly about the origin of the “Fire Greed Saber” and suddenly said: “Commander, I once heard that the ‘Nine Provinces Sword King’ severed his own collarbone. Could that also have been for this Heart School?”

Wu Dingyuan nodded: “Exactly so. The ‘Fire Greed Saber’ doesn’t fear bodily damage but fears ruined will. In former years, the Sword King dueled with the Tianshan successor. He knew that no matter how much an ordinary person forged their physique, they ultimately couldn’t resist this ‘True Dragon Body,’ so he simply destroyed his own collarbone, putting himself in a death situation to find life, thus opening the path of the ‘Heart School.'”

When a person’s collarbone is broken, they can no longer exert strength and become crippled. Who would have thought this Fire Greed Saber was so sinister, actually able to learn martial arts from the gates of hell – truly not formidable until entering the coffin. The more Cen Yan thought about it, the more frightened he became: “Commander, that fellow’s martial arts are so strange. If we encounter him in the future, what should we do?”

Wu Dingyuan shook his head: “When fighting him, never speak lightly of life and death, and never provoke his anger – that’s the first point. Second, find ways to exhaust his strength, overwhelm him in techniques. If there’s a chance, capture him alive. If there’s no chance, prepare traps and hidden weapons to injure him. When he bleeds too much and his strength fails, he’ll leave on his own.” Cen Yan smiled bitterly: “What if… what if he doesn’t leave, then… then we…” Wu Dingyuan said: “When there’s truly no other choice, you must remember to stab straight into his heart with one blade, making him die on the spot. Never let him hold on stubbornly.”

Everyone’s teeth chattered slightly, knowing their martial arts were limited. Seeing the Fury King, they would lose their souls – how could such a blade hit its target? They couldn’t help panicking: “What if… what if our blade goes askew?”

Wu Dingyuan shook his head: “Then flee. If you let him hold onto one last breath, facing a desperate situation and transforming into death’s will, it would be like a dying fierce beast’s counterattack – nothing more dangerous.”

The advisors’ faces changed color. Previously, they had been wary of Qin Zhonghai purely because he was skilled in schemes and provocation, constantly inciting popular uprisings. They hadn’t expected this person’s martial arts to be high enough to match the Grand Commander. From this perspective, Qin Zhonghai could assassinate the Emperor anytime he was determined to die. Cen Yan began trembling: “No good, no good! If this old fellow charges into Beijing, he’ll surely kill several thousand people… Quick, let’s impose martial law. Don’t let him harm the Emperor…”

The subordinates became increasingly terrified and showed signs of panic. Wu Dingyuan reproached them: “Don’t panic! Didn’t I just say? There’s someone in Beijing who can restrain Qin Zhonghai. He won’t break in unless it’s the final moment.”

Earlier, Director Fang had repeatedly provoked him, and the Grand Commander had deflected by saying there was a mysterious figure in the capital sufficient to restrain Qin Zhonghai, forcing him not to dare enter the capital for a decisive battle. At the time, everyone assumed that mysterious person was Wu Dingyuan himself, but now it seemed there were other hidden circumstances.

The generals asked in unison: “Commander, who exactly is that person?”

Wu Dingyuan shook his head: “Don’t ask. This cannot be spoken of.” The Grand Commander wouldn’t say this or that, so how could the advisors feel at ease thinking about the Emperor’s safety? They all said anxiously: “Commander, it’s not that we don’t trust your words, but that fellow’s behavior is too erratic. What if he really disregards everything and charges straight into the capital? How should we resist?”

The subordinates pleaded earnestly, but Wu Dingyuan still insisted: “Don’t worry. Even if he really goes mad, he won’t assassinate the Emperor for such a pointless act.” The Emperor’s life – how could it be ordinary? Though Gao Jiong didn’t want to contradict his superior, he couldn’t help clicking his tongue: “Commander, it’s not that this subordinate is worried about nothing, but currently the Eastern Palace has no Crown Prince. If the Emperor should pass away, then this court…”

Gao Jiong’s words were reasonable. At this time, the Eighth Prince had not yet been designated, and the country had no heir apparent. If the current sage should meet with misfortune, the realm’s armies would be like headless flies. With such great benefits before him, given Qin Zhonghai’s gambler nature, he would surely make his move. How could they not take precautions?

The Grand Commander was easy-going by nature and rarely had firm opinions on daily matters, but once he believed in something, he would develop prejudices that outsiders found extremely difficult to change. Hearing his subordinates’ endless persuasion, Wu Dingyuan couldn’t help sighing. He saw Jiao Sheng still guarding outside the pavilion and summoned him with instructions: “Guard the surroundings and don’t let idle people approach.”

Seeing Jiao Sheng leave the pavilion, everyone’s hearts sank, knowing their superior’s next words would surely be classified secrets that absolutely couldn’t be overheard by outsiders.

In the silence, the pavilion now contained only military officers. Hua Mei, A’Xiu, Cui Shan and others hadn’t returned yet, so there was no fear of secrets leaking. The generals held their breath as Wu Dingyuan also lowered his voice: “Who among you can tell me why Mount Fury was established?”

This question was straightforward enough. According to the court’s version, the Fury bandits established their mountain stronghold first to claim territory as kings, and second to harm people to satisfy their beastly, selfish desires. But at this moment, discussing secret matters, they naturally couldn’t recite this official rhetoric. Yan Feng pondered for a long while and said quietly: “From what I know, Qin Zhonghai has deep enmity with the court. The reason he rebelled was to kill the Emperor and avenge his great hatred with blood.”

Wu Dingyuan shook his head: “Completely wrong. What blood revenge? What enmity does he have with the Emperor? Did the Emperor kill his parents? Did the Emperor break his leg?” A series of questions left everyone unable to answer. Yan Feng said in surprise: “Are you saying that Qin Zhonghai’s rebellion wasn’t for private revenge?” Wu Dingyuan sighed: “Speaking of private revenge or public indignation – isn’t that too heavy? You might not know that the Qin family isn’t an ordinary household. They once had great kindness toward our Emperor, with affection so deep it will never be forgotten.”

This statement shocked not only Yan Feng but everyone else. Gong Zhi sighed. Seeing everyone’s disbelief, Wu Dingyuan said leisurely: “Think again carefully – who established Mount Fury?”

Before anyone could answer, Gong Zhi said: “Qin Baxian.” Upon these words, Gao Jiong exclaimed and suddenly understood: “No wonder, no wonder… Indeed, deep affection and loyalty that will never be forgotten.”

Gao Jiong nodded repeatedly, but Yan Feng was still confused: “Qin Baxian… Qin Baxian… This person established Mount Fury to oppose the previous dynasty’s powerful minister Jiang Chong, right? What does this have to do with our Emperor?” Wu Dingyuan smiled: “You’re confusing cause and effect. Mount Fury’s establishment and Jiang Chong’s rise to power were both for the same matter.”

Yan Feng said in surprise: “The same matter? This… I don’t understand.” Wu Dingyuan sighed: “Jiang Chong’s control over the court was abnormal. Mount Fury’s establishment was also abnormal. All these strange phenomena arose from one obsession of the previous dynasty’s emperor.” Everyone understood and said in unison: “You’re speaking of our Majesty!”

When the words “Majesty” were spoken, officials’ family members happened to pass by outside the pavilion and were startled. Wu Dingyuan smiled bitterly and looked around, seeing no pedestrians outside the pavilion before continuing: “Actually, Emperor Jingtai wasn’t a tyrant. He worked diligently and was skilled in literature – quite a rare good emperor. Unfortunately, as a person, you simply cannot have selfish desires. Once you have selfish desires, everything is ruined.” He picked up the wine bottle and drank it down with gurgling sounds, sighing deeply: “Because of this selfish desire, he didn’t dare be open with the world. In the court, there were factions within factions, parties within parties. But he still couldn’t sleep peacefully. In the end, he couldn’t even trust his own ministers. He only trusted himself, ultimately leading to crushing defeat and dying of depression…”

Reflecting on the previous dynasty’s affairs, all the generals couldn’t help but sigh secretly. Looking at the Jingtai Dynasty’s three-way balance of power, with ministers sometimes forming cliques and sometimes trying to guess the emperor’s intentions, it turned out all the chaos originated from Emperor Jingtai’s own selfish desires.

Cen Yan cursed loudly: “Such a foolish ruler deserved to perish! Look at our Orthodox Dynasty – no factions, no parties, united from top to bottom. How could the Jingtai Dynasty compare?” Just as he was feeling proud, he saw his superior glance over with a slight upward curl of his lips. Seeing his boss’s cold look, Cen Yan couldn’t help exclaiming and was about to say more when Gong Zhi pulled him aside.

Cen Yan didn’t dare ask more, but Yan Feng understood the principle. So Qin Baxian’s rebellion was to help the current Emperor restore the throne. He lowered his voice and said quietly: “Commander, according to this, should Qin Baxian be considered the Emperor’s loyal minister?”

Wu Dingyuan sighed deeply: “More than just a loyal minister? Without Qin Baxian, there would be no Orthodox Dynasty. Back then, to contend with Emperor Jingtai, his entire family was executed, and he himself bore eternal infamy, becoming a rebel in the people’s mouths. To this day, he still hasn’t been vindicated.” Yan Feng said in horror: “So tragic! Why… why has no one mentioned this before?”

Wu Dingyuan smiled bitterly: “Who wants to mention it? Who can mention it? Think about it – though Qin Baxian had kindness toward the Emperor, can the court openly commemorate his achievements? If news spread, what do you think the people would think?”

Yan Feng murmured: “They would think the court wronged Mount Fury.”

Wu Dingyuan said quietly: “Exactly so. Since ancient times, kings have been ungrateful and fickle, changing faces like flipping books. If the people learned of this, they would surely think the Emperor was a cruel ruler. Then Mount Fury would have solid grounds for rebellion and could write lengthy articles about it daily.”

Hearing Yan Feng sigh endlessly, Cen Yan said: “That’s not right… Our court doesn’t mention Qin Baxian, but why doesn’t Mount Fury mention his name either? Their stronghold master was the Emperor’s benefactor – they should publicize this greatly. Why do they never mention it?”

Wu Dingyuan smiled bitterly: “You’re still naive. Think about it – Qin Baxian was loyally devoted to the country, died for the world and the people, never forgetting Lord Wu Ying’s kindness throughout his life. But Qin Zhonghai declares war on our Emperor. If the people learned of this, what would they think?”

Cen Yan’s heart sank as he understood the principle. Qin Zhonghai vowed to destroy the Orthodox Dynasty, but this Orthodox Emperor wasn’t some father-killing enemy but the legitimate ruler his father had protected throughout his life. From this perspective, Qin Zhonghai had already betrayed his father’s aspirations. If he borrowed his father’s name to curse the Emperor, the court could also mock him as disloyal and unfilial, making him an unworthy son in the people’s mouths.

Qin Baxian shouldn’t be vindicated and couldn’t be vindicated. As long as the Fury bandits’ rebellion wasn’t pacified for a day, the court wouldn’t publicize his achievements. By the same logic, no matter how arrogant Qin Zhonghai became, he didn’t dare trumpet his father’s deeds. Speaking of it, Qin Baxian was like a double-edged sword – insufficient to kill eight thousand enemies but causing ten thousand self-injuries. Since neither side could benefit, both simply kept silent about Qin Baxian’s past, letting it vanish in the netherworld.

Drops of loyal blood and devoted heart, weeping and lamenting, told of the suffering of loyal ministers and righteous men. Poor Qin Baxian, though he sacrificed his body and bones, in the end his son was unfilial and his king ungrateful. Decades after his death, he still couldn’t see daylight. If his soul had consciousness, how could he rest in peace in the nine springs below?

Hearing this secret history, all the generals felt deep sympathy. Though Qin Baxian was the great enemy’s father, they couldn’t help sighing for him. Gao Jiong sighed: “No wonder Qin Zhonghai doesn’t dare assassinate the Emperor. If he committed such shameless acts, how could he face his father in the underworld someday?”

Before he finished speaking, Wu Dingyuan shook his head: “Wrong, completely wrong. Qin Zhonghai is naturally rebellious and absolutely doesn’t care whether his father would blame him. The reason he’s unwilling to assassinate the Emperor is his worry about the stronghold splitting apart.”

Thinking of Lu Guzhan, Azure Robe Scholar and others’ deeds, the generals understood, all knowing these elders were Qin Baxian’s former subordinates. No matter how difficult the situation, they wouldn’t betray their old stronghold master’s dying wish. If Qin Zhonghai really insisted on assassinating the Emperor, the stronghold would descend into internal strife.

In the pavilion, wind sounds whispered, everything silent. Everyone understood the logic and assessed the situation themselves. Gao Jiong suddenly said: “Commander, has the Emperor ever considered… reconciling with Qin Zhonghai?”

Upon these words, everyone was solemn. Qin Baxian and the Orthodox Emperor had extremely deep connections. For the sake of this “Western Conquest Grand Commander,” this ten-year great war fundamentally shouldn’t have been fought. If both sides had each made a step back, they could have eliminated military disasters for the world. The generals’ hearts were uneasy, all looking at the Grand Commander. Wu Dingyuan surveyed the generals and sighed lightly: “Very well, today I’ll speak everything openly at once. From the first day the Emperor resumed power, amnesty offers have never stopped.”

Suddenly hearing this secret, everyone was shaken, finally knowing that though the court and Mount Fury fought fiercely in public, privately they had long been sending envoys for peace talks. Gao Jiong swallowed: “Commander, the Emperor… what conditions did he offer?”

Wu Dingyuan sighed: “His Majesty is someone who remembers old times. He fundamentally doesn’t want to kill Qin Zhonghai. He once promised me with golden words that as long as Qin Zhonghai agreed to surrender, not only would he restore the title of ‘Marquis Wude’ to him, but he would also allocate one hundred thousand troops for him to garrison Shanhai Pass, making him forever our dynasty’s Left Pillar of State.”

Wu Dingyuan was the Right Pillar of State with a noble title. If Qin Zhonghai could accept the position of Left Pillar of State, with two tigers joining forces, wouldn’t the Orthodox Dynasty be more than just solid as metal and stone? They could probably swallow the Tatars to the north and destroy the Oirats to the west, expanding China’s territory by a thousand li. Hearing the Emperor’s amnesty conditions were so generous, the generals were full of admiration: “Did he… did he agree?”

Wu Dingyuan smiled bitterly: “If he had agreed, would we still need to be running around?” Such a tremendous opportunity fell from heaven, yet Qin Zhonghai discarded it like a worn shoe? Everyone was horrified: “He doesn’t even want this! What exactly does he want to do?”

“He…” Wu Dingyuan smiled bitterly: “He wants to surpass his father… to accomplish something unprecedented.”

Everyone felt slightly chilled. If Qin Baxian was a rebel and Qin Zhonghai wanted to surpass him, what kind of situation would that be? In a moment of panic, the advisors exclaimed and began trembling.

Cen Yan swallowed and said tremblingly: “He… he wants to become emperor…”

The more everyone thought about it, the more logical it seemed. If Qin Zhonghai didn’t want to become emperor, why would he push away such great benefits? The advisors became increasingly panicked and naturally discussed among themselves. Wu Dingyuan glanced at Gong Zhi, and both lowered their heads with bitter smiles on their lips.