by Mao Ni
Just then, the White Crane slowly walked over to him and extended its neck to enthusiastically prod at him.
Chen Changsheng raised his head. Seeing the White Crane, he chuckled and snuggled its thin neck in the crook of his arm as he softly petted it.
Seeing this sight, the hall grew even quieter.
Everyone knew that other than when it was sending mail, this White Crane was inseparable from Xu Yourong, and it was extremely proud and aloof. Its closeness with Chen Changsheng could only mean that it and Chen Changsheng were old friends, extremely familiar with each other.
If the crane was like this, then what of the person?
It turned out that everything within the letter was true, not an excuse. And it wasn't because Xu Yourong was respecting her grandfather's dying wish and compelled into this marriage.
Perhaps she and this youth called Chen Changsheng were the true childhood sweethearts.
"Childhood sweethearts? Love more solid than gold?"
Tang Thirty-Six said as he looked at Gou Hanshi and the people of the southern diplomatic mission.
These were both phrases Gou Hanshi had used to describe the feelings between Qiushan Jun and Xu Yourong.
Tang Thirty-Six's seemingly indifferent smile contained much jeering and ridicule.
"It looks to me like he was just imagining things, no?"
Chapter 68 – The White Emperor as Surname (I)
To spend one's entire life hunting geese but then have an eye pecked blind by a goose, or be slapped in the face by a goose[1]—this saying was truthfully not completely appropriate for tonight's situation, but after Xu Yourong's letter and Tang Thirty-Six's two comments, many people really did get this sort of feeling. Their faces seemed to be in scorching hot pain.
Xu Shiji had a very nasty expression. Of course, since the opening of tonight's Ivy Festival, the look on his face had seemingly never been very good. Separated by a large distance, he stared at Chen Changsheng, dark flames burning in his eyes. At this moment, for the sake of redeeming the dignity of the Xu Estate, for the sake of regaining the Empress's trust, he was required to do a few things—even if this was the Imperial Palace, he still wanted to kill Chen Changsheng.
Amongst the Imperial Guards surrounding Chen Changsheng and Luoluo was his most loyal subordinate, a so-called suicide soldier. This person tightly held the hilt of his blade, his expression equally frustrated and helpless as the rest of his compatriots, but his gaze was fixated on Chen Changsheng's nape. This person's gaze was not at all cold, so as not to arouse the attention of others, but it was extremely focused.
Xu Shiji only needed to narrow his eyes to send the signal, and Chen Changsheng's neck would be cut by a swift blade—this blade truly was very swift.
But this gory scene had no chance to occur, because just as Xu Shiji was beginning to harbor the notion, two indifferent gazes fell upon his body. One gaze was from the Archbishop of the Bureau of Ecclesiastic Education. This elder who often had his eyes shut, seemingly greedy for sleep, was still able to open his eyes and say a few words at the most crucial of moments, or even just open his eyes. Opening one's eyes was an extremely simple action, faster than waving a hand, swifter than drawing a blade. The other gaze falling on Xu Shiji's body came from a person he absolutely did not expect: Lady Mo Yu. Xu Shiji's expression fluctuated, but he ultimately chose to do nothing. If it were just the archbishop's warning, perhaps he would have strived for a single strike, but Mo Yu's gaze utterly drained him of resolve.
The situation within the hall was extremely tense and also extremely embarrassing, so it also became extremely quiet. When Tang Thirty-Six spoke his two jeering comments, the southerners naturally grew angry, yet they were unable to respond. Just then, a voice suddenly rose up from the scattered seats in the hall.
"A deceased grandfather's order ought to be respected, but… what sort of major event is a marriage alliance between the north and south? In order to oppose the demons, what do a few sacrifices made by one-person amount to?"
From the position of the seat, the speaker seemed to be an ordinary student who had passed the pre-examination for the Grand Examination. No one knew exactly why they said these words, but it was probably because they were a youth who had spent their life in study, and the reason they studied and cultivated was naturally for the continued future of humanity.
After these words were said, the silent hall grew even quieter. Every person was silent, but they were not using the silence to express their disapproval. It was because they clearly knew that though these words were completely unreasonable, they were also the final hope for this marriage to succeed. Thus, the crowd used their silence to remove themselves from the matter and to allow the youth who had spoken these words to take center stage.
Chen Changsheng turned toward the origin of the voice and saw a youth with a slightly frustrated and serious expression. He understood that this person really did think this way, so he wasn't angry, only somewhat sorrowful. Emperor Taizong had clearly led the united army of the humans and demi-humans to drive the demons back to Xuelao City, yet humans were still unable to pull away from the shadow of the past.
"Humans turned out to be truly very shameless."
Another voice echoed through the quiet palace. This was a seemingly ordinary remark, but in reality, it was an assessment of the entire human world delivered from a very high place or the very cold opposite bank of a river. What made the humans in the hall even angrier was that because of that previous moment of silence, they found themselves incapable of refuting this assessment.
This marriage between the north and south was, at the beginning, a grand occasion for the human world, yet when the southerners came to propose marriage, they concealed the matter from Xu Yourong. If any problems popped up afterward, the southern sects and the Great Zhou Imperial Court would probably have used the 'order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker' argument. But when Chen Changsheng appeared with marriage contract in hand, the crowd finally thought to respect Xu Yourong's opinion. Then, however, the White Crane gracefully landed, bearing Xu Yourong's clear stance, and now someone had actually spoken of needing to put the benefit of humanity above all else…
If one spoke with these people about benefit, they would speak about feelings. If one spoke with them about feelings, they would bring up virtue. If one spoke with them about virtue, they would counter with reason. In brief, if these people could not win the argument, when they were lacking in justification, they would constantly change the subject until matters proceeded according their view, their imagination.
This was truly very shameless.
The person who uncovered the pretense and exposed the shamelessness of everyone present under the light of the Night Pearls was Luoluo.
She made no effort to conceal her anger and contempt, saying to everyone in the hall, "Do any of you care for your dignity?"
The southerners sitting at the front of the hall found their fury difficult to suppress. Guan Feibai, who had already been restraining himself for a very long time, suddenly stood up and shouted, "Impudent!"
Luoluo glanced at him, wanting to scold him back a word or two, but was concerned that Chen Changsheng would get angry and so only gave two grunts.
Chen Changsheng rubbed her head and smiled. "There's no need to engage in a battle of words with these people."
On the side, Tang Thirty-Six shook his head. "Since you want to fight, it's vital that you not lose on the cursing aspect."
Chen Changsheng thought this over, then replied, "That's reasonable, but I'm really not skilled in that aspect."
"If you want to learn, I'll teach you."
Tang Thirty-Six turned to the seating area for the southern diplomatic mission, his gaze falling on Guan Feibai, and he cursed, "She's talking about you lot! Even a girl can see how shameless your conduct is; are you saying that none of you can sense it? Impudent? Impudent your mother!"
Guan Feibai flew into a rage, his eyes turning frigidly col
d.
Just then, the White Crane lightly prodded Chen Changsheng's palm with its beak.
A little startled, Chen Changsheng glanced at it. Although they had not met for several years, they had still once interacted with each other, so he could vaguely understand its intentions. Of course, it was undoubtedly her intention as well. He pondered: since tonight's goal was achieved, they truly should leave as soon as possible, or else it would… make some people feel very awkward.
"Let's go," he said to Luoluo and Tang Thirty-Six.
"Go?"
Mount Li Elder Xiao Songgong stared at them, his expression cold. "You three little things think you can just leave?"
Hearing this, Luoluo slightly perked her slender brows. Chen Changsheng wanted to take her and Tang Thirty-Six and leave so that the southern diplomatic mission would have a way out. However, to outsiders, it looked like they were the ones yielding ground. She was already rather uncomfortable, and seeing that the other side was still not prepared to let the matter drop, she was determined to not show weakness.
"You old thing, you would dare to obstruct us?"
Elder Xiao Songgong's complexion turned even nastier, every wrinkle on his face beginning to exude a vicious Qi. With his cultivation only one step from the Saint Realm, from the first moment he saw Luoluo, he was able to faintly understand that she was not a human. Because of some certain matters from the past, he had never had any good impressions about demi-humans. To be more precise, he had nothing but malice for them.
With his status, how could he care about a little demi-human? What would it matter if he carelessly exterminated her?
Xiao Songgong coldly declared, "Without discussing anyone else's business, earlier, you, little girl, spoke rudely to this elder. I might be forced to discipline you in place of your family's elders."
At the words 'your family's elders', Luoluo's brows rose up as she rather angrily said, "Just what sort of thing are you that you dare boast so shamelessly!"
On the first night of the Ivy Festival, she had said something similar to the Education Overseer of the Heavenly Dao Academy.
On the third night of the Ivy Festival, she spoke similar words, but Xiao Songgong was an elder of Mount Li, far more respected than the Heavenly Dao Academy. However, in her eyes, how were these two people any different?
Xiao Songgong had originally thought that since he was in the Great Zhou Imperial Palace, he should give the people of Zhou a little face, especially in case he alarmed the Divine Empress, which would be highly inappropriate. But tonight's successive humiliations, especially this little girl's utter lack of respect for him, made it impossible for him to control his emotions, so he let out a sudden shout!
The Night Pearls within the hall flickered. Elder Xiao Songgong still remained at his original position, his sword still in his sheath, but an extremely swift and forceful sword intent had already left the sheath and was now shooting toward Luoluo!
Although Luoluo had already proved her strength on the first night of the Ivy Festival, she was still a young girl. Let alone her, even Qiushan Jun was no match for Xiao Songgong who was only a step from the Saint Realm. In the face of such powerful sword intent, how could she possibly have any strength to withstand it?
Xiao Songgong was clearly still afraid of the consequences, so this sword intent was not too fierce. It would probably not threaten Luoluo's life, but injuries were inevitable.
Only this way could he vent his anger from tonight, could he leave a deep enough lesson in these juniors.
He felt himself to be lenient enough, yet he had not expected that there were some people that could not be injured.
"You can't!" Prince Chen Liu's complexion somewhat paled as he hurriedly shouted.
Mo Yu's expression suddenly turned cold, her willowy eyebrows rising like swords as she shouted, "Stay your hand!"
Xiao Songgong's cultivation was too high, so they simply could not block his strike. They could only hope that he could hear their cries and rein in the horse before it galloped off the cliff.
In the hall, the only expert able to match strengths with Xiao Songgong was Mao Qiuyu, Principal of the Heavenly Dao Academy. He was the only one capable of blocking Xiao Songgong's strike.
Mao Qiuyu's cloth robe lightly swayed as he stared at the sword intent flying through the air. His two eyes were like those of a god, filled with dense mists of rain.
Prince Chen Liu, Mo Yu, and Mao Qiuyu were the people in the hall who reacted fastest to Xiao Songgong's attack, but they were not the first to react.
The first to react was Chen Changsheng.
No one noticed when he managed to stand in front of Luoluo.
Just like that night, and just like that other night as well.
From the time Luoluo took him as her teacher, he truly regarded Luoluo as his student, so he had to ensure her safety.
This was his responsibility that then became instinct.
Chen Changsheng appeared before the quick and forceful sword intent.
Xiao Songgong expressionlessly gazed at him. Since he couldn't kill anyone in the Great Zhou Imperial Palace but wanted to injure someone to show his power, being able to heavily injure this youth would be even better.
If he could cripple this youth in a single strike, would Xu Yourong really marry him in the future?
Of course, if this youth's luck was not good and he died, that might be even better.
Mao Qiuyu was already prepared to move.
His two sleeves lightly swayed as if dancing in a cool breeze.
Yet right after, his two sleeves suddenly went still.
Not because he saw that Chen Changsheng was going to die, but because someone else had acted first.
A figure exploded onto the scene from a shadow in the corner of the hall!
This figure was fast to a nigh unimaginable level, his momentum as intense as a flame, so much so that an ear-grating howl ripped through the air!
Chapter 69 – The White Emperor as Surname (II)
Sword intent was a formless sword.
This sword arose from the depths of the great hall and shot straight toward the door, all the true essence this Mount Li elder had refined over several centuries of bitter cultivation. Anything in the world, formed or formless, would be cut in two by this sword, and neither Luoluo nor Chen Changsheng, who had at some point appeared in front of her with his dagger bared, had any hope of blocking it.
With a howl, a figure arrived like a lightning bolt before the sword.
With a light clap, Xiao Songgong's sword intent that seemed so sharp as to be unblockable was actually blocked!
What shocked the crowd even more was that it was blocked by the palms of two hands!
Those two palms were wrapped in sword glow, imbued with a faint golden hue, like they were plated with gold!
A deathly stillness.
A series of loud cracks arose from the collision of Xiao Songgong's sword intent with those two palms.
Right after, another series of cracks rang out in the darkness outside Weiyang Palace!
The sword and palms remained still in the eyes of the crowd, but the air around them seemed about to shatter.
The darkness outside the hall already seemed to have shattered.
Buzzzz!
In an instant, the array outside Weiyang Palace that kept out the autumn wind cracked!
The chilly darkness poured in through the countless doors and windows, gusting through the clothes of the seated students and teachers of the academies. Even the light of the Night Pearls seemed to somewhat sway at this moment!
Those people somewhat closer to the door were bowled over. Their faces were pale and they found it difficult to breathe, so they naturally couldn't shout out either.
A powerful clash of true essence, a terrifying result from their clash.
The hall was deathly still, the only sound being the howling of the wind.
The sword intent gradually dissipated.
Those two p
alms were slowly withdrawn.
The owner of these two palms was a middle-aged man of unremarkable appearance and ordinary bearing. This middle-aged man was somewhat plump, and he wore a silk gown with a copper coin pattern. He looked just like one of those rich provincials often sighted in the countryside, not possessing the slightest iota of a nobleman's bearing. Standing within the palace, he seemed extremely out of place.
This ordinary middle-aged man had relied on only his bare palms to casually block Mount Li Elder Xiao Songgong's rage-filled strike!
The middle-aged man put down his palms and gazed into the hall at Xiao Songgong, his face revealing a rather profound smile. Then, he retreated back behind Luoluo.
When he stood in front of Luoluo, he was an ordinary wealthy old man, and when he stood behind Luoluo, he was still an ordinary wealthy old man. He did not reveal any hint of a grandmaster's bearing, nor did he intentionally hide away his Qi so that he could play the part of a butler.
Because the current him was precisely a wealthy old man. He only loved money, especially gold.
However, there was absolutely nobody in the hall that would believe this. They all gazed at this middle-aged man with astonishment and confusion.
A man able to match up to Mount Li Elder Xiao Songgong was at least on the level of Principal of the Heavenly Dao Academy Mao Qiuyu, so how could he be just an ordinary wealthy old man?
The members of the southern diplomatic mission were even more shocked, especially the young disciples of Mount Li. Even if their martial granduncle had rather carelessly lashed out in anger, and furthermore had not used his full strength because he was in the Great Zhou Imperial Palace, this middle-aged man had managed to not fall behind, despite the fact that he used only his bare palms!
Xiao Songgong stood at the back of the hall, staring at the middle-aged man by the door, his gaze very complex. He seemed to have thought of something but didn't dare believe it.
There was an extremely soft crack.