Free Web NovelChapter 2151: Chapter 222: Moonlight Shines Like Water Over Minxi
A forty-two-year-old Son of Heaven, tears streaming down sorrowfully.
The more noble and esteemed, the more visible the sorrow and grief.
Indeed, he had nothing to rely on, nothing to depend on, always showing utmost respect and obedience to his royal uncle, nine generations back, faithfully following every word.
Indeed, he lacked talent and wisdom, but for thirty-two years, he behaved properly, never doing anything outrageous, never disgracing the honor of the Da Xia royal family.
Oh, the New Year’s Eve just passed, and it’s been thirty-three years now.
Recollecting thirty-three years ago, the Empress Dowager led that child by the hand toward the Dragon Throne. It was Si Jiao who was the first to bow, loudly proclaiming, "I am the Righteous Emperor of Da Xia!"
Thirty-three years passed in a blink, the young boy grew into a middle-aged man.
The Qi Army once again stood before the city gates, the forty-two-year-old Summer Emperor, and the nine-year-old Summer Emperor, both equally terrified.
Even someone as seasoned as Si Jiao, how could he remain indifferent?
"The former Emperor built a too glorious legacy, and left too powerful opponents, none of this was your fault..." Si Jiao looked at him with a cruel calmness, "But you sat on the Dragon Throne and became the Da Xia Emperor. So that became your fault." freewebnσvel.cøm
"Da Xia Emperor?" the Summer Son of Heaven cried miserably, "What meaning is there in me being the Emperor of Summer Country? Even a commoner, when angered, can splash blood ten steps away. Yu Liyang didn’t know the ways of conduct, causing me, the ruler of a country, such humiliation! But you tell me all I can do is turn the other cheek?"
"What time do you think it is now?" Si Jiao frowned, "Do you think your dignity is that important?" freeweɓnovel.cѳm
"Then what about my Imperial Father’s dignity?" The Summer Son of Heaven’s eyes, shining through his messy hair, were filled with decades of pent-up frustration. "My Imperial Father was such a powerful ruler! Alive, he commanded the Six Harmonies, reaching the ends of the earth. But after death, his tomb was disturbed, his name shamed, leaving a widowed wife... as gossip for the world!"
His voice grew more agitated, "Is this the glorious martial age of Da Xia’s resurgence, this the war you’re fighting on the front lines?!"
Si Jiao gave the Da Xia Emperor a steady look.
He realized he had never truly seen this forty-two-year-old Summer Son of Heaven.
At this moment, he was no longer angry.
Because he had come to understand many things.
"Si Cheng, oh Si Cheng," his tone was utterly disappointed, "I really underestimated you! You had such spirit; you should have been called to rule long ago."
The Summer Son of Heaven stepped back, somewhat evasively saying, "I do not understand what King Wu means by this."
"Didn’t you ask, what is the point of being the Emperor of Summer Country? The point is... you can live now."
In that moment, every hair on the Summer Son of Heaven stood on end!
But Si Jiao only looked at him without any further action.
"Chi Mengfu is loyal and devoted to the country and to my Si family. Only the Imperial Dynasty has ever wronged him; he has never wronged us in the slightest..." Si Jiao brushed his large sleeve, "This is in your hands now!"
As his voice fell, his figure had already dissipated.
Only the debris of the Son of Heaven’s sleeping quarters remained, along with the Summer Son of Heaven whose expression had turned stern.
He calmly and without hurry brushed his disheveled hair to both sides, revealing the face that quite resembled the former Emperor. With measured and powerful steps, he walked towards his magnificent and golden seat...
That day, news came from the Summer Palace, there were Qi assassins hiding in the palace, failing to assassinate the Son of Heaven.
Thirteen eunuchs and seven Palace Maidens were killed.
The people of Noble City, upon hearing the news, deeply resented the people of Qi.
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South from Xijiang Ferry to Bitter Woodcutter Ridge, there lies a vast plain.
This is the widest part of the Min Xi Corridor, and theoretically the safest part — it was also the battlefield chosen by Chumin.
At this time, those hidden underground were only Chumin, Zhou Xiong, and Yisheng Feng.
The advantage of high-end force must be utilized.
When the battle begins, Zhou Xiong and Yisheng Feng must be the first to lock onto the strongest of the Qi Army, to disrupt their formation by slaying generals. Chumin, on the other hand, was the main commander of this formation, overseeing the overall situation and adapting accordingly.
The mirror in Chumin’s hand wouldn’t directly observe the enemy, as that would be too dangerous and prone to exposure.
It observed the Heaven and Earth Yuanli.
Its function was to show the changes within a certain range of Heaven and Earth Yuanli, and from those changes, obtain the enemy’s intelligence — tens of thousands of troops passing through, even if doing nothing, would inevitably create a massive impact on the Heaven and Earth Yuanli. They hid their troops at a distance, with Zhou Xiong himself smoothing out the Yuanli fluctuations.
No matter how sensitive one’s perception is, they couldn’t detect others observing the Heaven and Earth Yuanli.
"They’re coming," Zhou Xiong suddenly said.
Chumin looked at the mirror in his hand, seeing nothing but normal Yuanli fluctuations and his own sallow face.
"The army hasn’t arrived yet. Some method of reconnaissance has swept over us first." Zhou Xiong explained, "I’ve already blocked it, but in a state of war, restricted by rules, neither instruments nor secret techniques, transcendent reconnaissance methods can’t reach too far... so the person employing such reconnaissance is likely within ten miles already."
"Is it Zhongxuan Sheng or Jiang Wang?" Surprisingly, Chumin found himself devoid of any excited emotions. Perhaps after the battle started, they had awaited this day for too long.
All patience and preparation will finally yield a phased result.
"Once they arrive, we’ll naturally know," Zhou Xiong’s voice was gentle yet carried an inherent sense of settled power.
As the son of Zhou Ying, he had grown up under constant scrutiny from countless eyes, which also cultivated his cautious and at times, somewhat soft-spoken temperament.
