Chapter 412: The Hearts of the People (1/2)
Chapter 412: The Hearts of the People
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
In the empire, the reputation of the Chamberlain of Dependencies had long since soured.
The Chamberlain of Dependencies was responsible for receiving visitors from other kingdoms and concerned itself with matters of etiquette. It only had to report to the Son of Heaven and did not interact much with the aristocracy, the great clans, or the common people.
Thus, the Chamberlain of Dependencies was rather biased to foreign countries.
Wang Chong did not find it at all strange for the Chamberlain of Dependencies to appear here.
Right when Huang Qian-er was speaking, the crowd grew restless. The dense ranks suddenly parted like a wave as several guards of the practice ground dragged the blood-spattered corpses of a man and horse from inside.
They left a long and gory streak of blood in their wake.
The bloody scent, that person's wide-open eyes, open mouth, and the large hole running through his chest made the sight somewhat unbearable for Huang Qian-er, and she quickly averted her gaze.
”It's an Imperial soldier!”
Next to her, Wang Chong also had a rather dark expression.
In his last life, he had actually heard of this incident in the northern region of the capital, but hearing about it and seeing it with one's own eyes were two completely different things.
This young Imperial soldier had died at the hands of a Tibetan, but it was actually the Chamberlain of Dependencies that had blood on its hands.
”Those bastards of the Chamberlain of Dependencies—they really should be dragged out and fed to dogs!”
”They protect these foreigners wherever they go; they must be being paid off!”
”Hmph, the spies in the Great Tang are probably all in the Chamberlain of Dependencies!”
”This lot of bastards only know how to use their connections to intimidate and bully the people of the capital. Since they love foreigners so much, just send them abroad!”
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The crowd grew agitated once more at the sight of this bloody corpse.
”Hahaha, Prince, did you hear that? Did you hear? You haven't started fighting and these Great Tang people are already making a fuss.”
In the inner circle of the practice ground, the muscular figure of Tibetan Great General Dusong Mangpoje listened to the curses from the surrounding crowd with a smirk on his lips.
This challenge activity had completely been the result of the First Prince's actions. This sort of competition, which was tantamount to a quarrel between children, was completely beneath Dusong Mangpoje.
Though he didn't have any praise, he also had no objections. Now, however, Dusong Mangpoje found it rather amusing.
They had clearly killed someone, someone from the Great Tang, but the result was that the Great Tang had split into two sides and begun arguing with itself.
The First Prince, riding a light brown horse, proudly said, ”Heheh, what do you think, Lord Dusong? My proposal isn't bad, right? I've been saying for a long time that our activity might be frightening, but harmless. I was wrong. It's not scary at all. The current Great Tang is not the Great Tang of the past… They no longer have the right to be our opponents!”
These words were spoken completely in Tibetan.
”First Prince, you shouldn't get too careless,” Dusong Mangpoje cautioned. ”There's a saying in the Central Plains that an emaciated camel is still larger than a horse, and a centipede can die, but it will never fall over. The Great Tang truly isn't what it once was, but it still can't be underestimated.”
He still took the prudent approach toward the Great Tang, but he had to admit that the Great Tang was not the one he had seen in his last two visits. It was no longer that powerful and valiant empire of war that inspired dread in all who looked upon it.
It had already had lost that edge, that energetic drive!
The First Prince chortled and said, ”Great General, relax; I know what I should be doing. After today, we'll leave the Great Tang and return to the empire. After a little more than three months, we can report on the results of our mission!”
Dusong Mangpoje nodded, and then he turned to a Tibetan horseman at his side. The horseman patted the back of his horse and then galloped in a circuit around the practice ground.
”Tang people of the Central Plains, listen well! The First Prince says that your experts of the Central Plains cannot take even a single blow! But do not say that we Tibetans are looking down on you. Is there still anyone else? Is there anyone amongst the younger generation of the Central Plains that can last a single fight? The First Prince will give all of you another chance! If no one responds, the First Prince will leave!”
The Tibetan horseman did not speak in Tibetan this time, but shouted in the language of the Central Plains.
Although his voice was somewhat stiff, his tone rather strange, everyone could understand his words.
The fearless voice of this Tibetan once more provoked the crowd. It had always been the Great Tang suppressing others. Never had Tibetans bullied them in front of their doorstep, acted so brashly in the capital.
A few people were already stamping their feet in rage.
”Fight! Everybody go and fight!”
”Is there any formidable expert around? Hurry up and bring him down!”
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