CHAPTER 783: CHAPTER 92: CHI XIAO SWORD, COME! _2

"The court must be bustling now."

Jiang Wanxiang, with an air of nonchalance, looked in that direction, took a sip of wine, and while gazing at the distance under the shade of a tree and reading a book, Jiang Su, who stood by his side, said, "Your Majesty seems not to worry at all."

Jiang Wanxiang indifferently said, "What is there to worry about?"

"There couldn’t be a worse possibility"

"Central State, this quagmire-like place would absolutely not attract anyone with a bit of ambition in their heart. The Red Emperor and his brothers founded a legend no one could rival, but this legend..."

"has rotted away in these eight hundred years."

"I actually hope they say they want to keep Li Guanyi."

Jiang Su surprisedly said, "You do not seem to be the type to enjoy such a situation."

Jiang Wanxiang squeezed his eyes, burst into laughter, and said, "That way, I could justifiably fish the lad out and then shove a princess his way, as he is quite grateful in nature!"

"I do hope the nobles of Central State grant me this opportunity."

Jiang Su, with a smile, said, "You would not want to go for showing favor, because even if the people of Central State want to keep him, he should be able to make it out on his own."

"Let me guess."

"What you want to see is Li Guanyi trying to suppress his misery while thanking you for saving him, isn’t it?"

Jiang Wanxiang, proudly laughing loudly, said, "Hahaha, you’re right, though there are many heroes under heaven, among such heroes, only the Grandmaster truly knows my heart!"

"So, Grandmaster, have you managed what we discussed earlier?"

Jiang Su, with a reserved smile, said, "I’ve already passed the message to the Whale Hunter."

Jiang Wanxiang asked, "When shall we meet?"

Jiang Su responded, "The Whale Hunter has a reckless nature, requires a polite approach. I have already invited him through the breath of message. After today’s conversation with Your Majesty, I’ll be heading out to meet this youngest legend of Martial Arts."

Jiang Wanxiang nodded, lifting his head, his eyes like those of a fierce tiger or an azure dragon, staring into the distant Imperial Palace of Central State, he said, "Do you think something surprising will happen today?"

Jiang Su replied, "There are always such things happening under heaven."

Jiang Wanxiang, with a thoughtful smile, said, "Indeed."

He picked up a fallen leaf, blew on it, and let it fly off.

The leaf fluttered down in the wind.

The wind started to pick up.

In the pond, ripples appeared. As the ripples subsided, they reflected a handsome yet apathetic man, Chen Dingye, who sat on a rock fishing calmly, his gaze tranquil, watching the ripples on the water.

"Has Li Guanyi reached the Imperial Palace yet?"

The line from Chen Dingye’s fishing rod hung down. The nearby attendants, including the Ritual Eunuch, stood quietly nodding, some unwilling to meet the gaze of their king, unsure why, but the Ritual Eunuch felt that his Majesty had increasingly started to resemble his past self from ten years ago rather than who he was five years ago.

The surface of the water stirred up again as Chen Dingye caught a fish. The Ritual Eunuch quickly brought over a bamboo basket to collect the fish, which Chen Dingye simply took off and threw back into the water:

"Just a fish raised in a pond, not worth talking about leaping through the Dragon Gate. It doesn’t even deserve to be hooked up. The Emperor of Central State is just like this fish, even if it had the potential to become a dragon, such potential has long been stifled."

The Ritual Eunuch dared not speak.

Chen Dingye put down his fishing rod, and the Ritual Eunuch offered a silk cloth. Chen Dingye wiped his hands and said calmly, "Since that’s the case, it’s time I made my decision, give me the thing."

The Ritual Eunuch presented the Imperial Decree.

It was a decree from Chen Country. Chen Dingye calmly examined the text on it. The world was in turmoil, and if it were up to him, he would balance the aristocratic families of Jiangzhou City at this time, but not at this moment.

Chen Dingye remained silent for a long time, only to write down an Imperial Decree.

"Issue an edict making Chen Tianyi the Crown Prince, assign esteemed officials and military generals to tutor him."

"Construct the Eastern Palace."

"In time, he shall succeed the great rule."

The Ritual Eunuch’s face showed several changes, his body slightly trembling as he held the decree. Chen Tianyi was indeed the son of Chen Dingye and Empress Xue. This decree would soon be made public in Chen Country.

Chen Tianyi shall become the known Crown Prince of Chen Country to all.

Chen Dingye said indifferently:

"Inform the Xue family, I will only have Chen Tianyi as my son."

"The future of Chen Country is his."

"This time, there are no playful words."

He mentioned the Xue family rather than Xue Daoyong.

The considerable size of the aristocratic family itself, the members within the family upon hearing this news, would also become a balance against that fierce and courageous tiger, which was precisely Xue Daoyong’s weakness. His bravado and valor were ultimately for the continuation of his family.

The Ritual Eunuch felt his forehead throbbing, he looked at the king in front of him, and Chen Dingye’s temples, unbeknownst to when, had acquired white hair. The Ritual Eunuch suddenly realized something, his expression dramatically changed, and said, "You, you have cultivated...!"

Chen Dingye said, "Yes, the Divine Skill of our ancestors."

"Using lifespan as fuel, I’m barely forty, could I live another twenty years?"

The Ritual Eunuch abruptly knelt on the ground, his face filled with sorrow: "You, Your Majesty..."

Chen Dingye did not turn around.

To cultivate the Absolute Skill of Chen Baxian, without sufficient foundation, it was difficult to sustain, even Chen Baxian five hundred years ago did not live as long as Murong Longtu, Chen Dingye said:

"I no longer care about generations beyond my own, my era is merely right here."

The Ritual Eunuch, holding this decree, a letter, suddenly whispered:

"Do you, regret it?"

As he spoke these words, he realized that the person in front of him was no longer the young prince who was once called ’kind-hearted as a woman’ and knelt in the rain for a young eunuch, and a vast fear suddenly emerged in his heart.