Peace Order

Chapter 1888: Chapter 11: Chaos in the World, Deep Bonds of Love

"Hey, hey, have you heard?"

The new disciple of the Mo School, Song Changgeng, was sitting there, sipping a bowl of duck blood noodles soup, when he overheard the big brother at the next table lowering his voice to say, "Do you know? This is a big secret, don’t tell anyone."

The robust man had a smug smile at the corner of his eyes and mouth, lowering his voice:

"I’ve heard, His Majesty is coming back!"

Song Changgeng sighed.

Although this man said it was a secret, he spoke so loudly that it could probably be heard a mile away; Song Changgeng just held his duck blood noodles soup, focused on slurping the noodles, and instinctively nodded.

It’s not his fault.

This was the eighteenth time he heard this secret today.

The previous instances were from the Mo Family Master, passing farmers, senior brothers, senior sisters, and the Sky-reaching Sect teacher who taught him martial arts, and so forth.

Honestly, what kind of secret is this.

The entire Jiangnan knows about it.

Nowadays, Jiangnan is busier than usual, and even the faces of the common people are filled with smiles, and they can’t avoid one topic during their conversations—

The return of Emperor Qin, who is intercepting the enemy nation’s Military God Jiang Su in the front lines.

It’s a good thing!

The Qin country’s people have had four full years without war, with light labor and taxes, and even the weather has been favorable. In times of great storms, some even claimed to see the figure of a Nine-colored Divine Deer.

It was also said that a few years ago, a flood dragon surged through the great river, and it seemed like it would swallow all the houses and fields along both banks, causing the elder generation, those in their fifties and sixties, to panic and turn pale, but in the end, nothing happened.

The floodwaters were just right to be handled by the water projects built by the Mo Family Masters. Although some farmlands were damaged, almost no people were harmed, except for a child who got swept away because he couldn’t return in time.

Afterwards, people searched for several days and found the crying child in a field embankment. When asked what happened, he couldn’t reply, only saying that before he fainted after being swept into the water, he seemed to see a streak of a red-gold light.

Strong and powerful.

Strong and powerful!

Even the turbulent river flowing from high above was torn apart.

Someone or something grabbed him; though it saved him, the force was so great that he passed out directly.

People believed it to be the water god of the rivers, so they built a temple to worship it.

And they said that such things never happened in former days; surely it was because of Emperor Qin, blessed by the Heavenly Mandate, that the people’s hearts were united, with grains in surplus each year, also thanks to the Western Regions, the trade associations of the grasslands.

There is no shortage of beef and mutton, and the people are living better than ever.

The only ones wanting to play are the children, who are stuffed into elementary school by adults.

Studying martial arts, learning to read, and taking exams daily.

When they cry out, the older generation often grits their teeth, hating their lack of drive, scolding, "Back in our day, we never encountered someone like Emperor Qin. You little brats have such an opportunity, why not hurry and learn!"

"Whether martial arts or otherwise, mastering a bit gives you a foothold!"

"Hey, what’s suffering?"

"If we had the chance like you in those days, even if we don’t talk about anything else, we would at least have Qi Mechanism flowing, a hundred acupoints clear, proficient with swords and spears!"

So these children report back to the master, filing reports upward.

Somehow, it reached Emperor Qin.

At that time, Emperor Qin had just finished a chess game with Jiang Su. Seeing this news, he laughed, then with a flourish of his pen, established elder schools, letting the older and senior generations also learn martial arts and literacy.

"You’re never too old to learn, right? Go and study."

Just that one move, and the seniors stopped reproaching the younger ones.

Knowing that learning martial arts and literacy is also exhausting.

The little kids had nothing to say.

Your parents even practice martial arts during their free time from farming; and you don’t want to?

The atmosphere in the entire Qin country is excellent, people are well-clothed and fed, the societal mood is harmonious, never having faced various disasters, living comfortably and steadily, with no calamities or invasions from outside especially evident compared to the neighboring Ying country.

Precisely because of having experienced those long years of warfare before.

Today’s people’s hearts long for peace, not chaos.

All are longing for a long-term peaceful and stable life.

Yet under this peace and stability, they worry about neighboring Ying country, worrying if Emperor Qin were to fail, and such a tyrant from the enemy country were to rule the world, their current lives might dissipate like dreams and bubbles.

Because of this, the Qin country’s people’s support for Emperor Qin has reached levels that perhaps surpass any time in recorded history.

In such circumstances, the news of Emperor Qin’s successful return from expedition becomes as significant as any major festival!

Song Changgeng understood everyone’s feelings, and he was also quite happy.

But this news bombarding him a dozen times a day made his little head somewhat dizzy, just slurping noodles, when he suddenly noticed a puffed-up expression. He looked up and saw a little girl across from him, eating duck blood noodles soup in exactly the same manner as him.

The two of them widened their eyes, staring at each other.

But at that moment, the sound of hoofbeats came from outside.

Under Emperor Qin’s rule, galloping horses were not allowed on the main thoroughfares, yet such a situation was not stopped, and almost everyone realized something; it was as if, in that instant, the power of a Heavenly God pressed down, stripping away all the sounds in the human world.