Chapter 420: Meeting Taizhen in Yuzhen Palace! (1/2)
Chapter 420: Meeting Taizhen in Yuzhen Palace!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Deep within the Imperial Palace, Wang Chong finally met the number one beauty of the Great Tang for the first time. But the moment he met Consort Taizhen, Wang Chong's heart sank. He instantly knew that no matter what plans he had originally had, from this moment on, he had to rethink them.
Because this supreme beauty of the Great Tang was already in a completely different situation from the one that he had understood.
The dark palace curtain swayed as a delicate and fairy-like foot extended out and lightly stepped on the steps of white jade. Those slender and exquisite toes seemed even more crystalline and pure than the white jade underneath them.
And following this slender, jade-like foot was a once-in-a-generation beauty of peerless talent, her figure seemingly carved from ice and jade, her head held high.
”Wang Chong, you're finally willing to see me?”
A voice resounded through the hall, and with this voice, a pair of sharp eyes, a smirk glimmering within them, descended from above onto Wang Chong's body.
And with this gaze, Wang Chong felt his shoulders sink, an invisible pressure bearing down on them.
Wang Chong had never met Consort Taizhen before, but even the most ill-informed and clueless had heard of her. Although Consort Taizhen had sent mighty waves through the Imperial Court, she herself was an ordinary woman of ordinary background.
Though the Yang Clan was a family of regional high officials, it was still far from an influential clan of ministers and generals like the Wang Clan. As for Consort Taizhen, she was just an ordinary woman who knew not one thing about martial arts.
But the current Consort Taizhen was not only exuding the sharp and aloof authority that only the Empress and concubines of the palace would possess, she also had a powerful energy about her that far surpassed his own.
True Martial Tier 9… no, it must be Tier 1 or 2 of the Profound Martial realm. In a few short months, her strength has actually progressed this much!
Wang Chong felt a shiver go through his heart.
Wang Chong had gotten enough of an understanding of the Consort Taizhen incident from King Song to roughly understand Consort Taizhen's situation.
Consort Taizhen didn't know martial arts!
Wang Chong was absolutely sure of this!
And yet in a little more than half a year, not only had Consort Taizhen changed, so had Yang Zhao. The changes with Consort Taizhen, however, were far greater.
”Hahaha, Sister, this is my good brother, so he's also your good brother. Don't make trouble for him!”
A bright and clear voice came in from the side.
There were no outsiders here. Yang Zhao hastily stood up and spoke on his sworn brother's behalf.
'A parting of three days requires one to look at another with a completely new outlook.' The current Yang Zhao was completely different from the one Wang Chong had first met. He wore a white robe and a black hat, and his right hand was stroking his beard. He naturally exuded the vigorous aura of a scholar-official that would inspire admiration in others.
And within him, Stellar Energy flowed, and he possessed a vast energy that only those of Tier 5 or 6 of the True Martial realm could possess.
He had once wandered destitute about the streets of the capital, a bully who had lacked even the strength to truss a chicken. Yet a few months after entering the palace and officialdom, he had undergone such shocking changes that he seemed to have exchanged his body for a new one.
Wang Chong had been diligently cultivating for almost a year, but compared to the few months that Yang Zhao and Consort Taizhen had been practicing, he had still fallen behind.
A forbidden infusion art!
A thought flashed through Wang Chong's mind as he almost inadvertently thought of this class of forbidden art. Wang Chong was no stranger to this art. Back then, his master, the Demonic Emperor Old Man, had planned to bestow all his cultivation on Wang Chong through the use of an infusion art.
This method could create an expert in a short time, but the Demonic Emperor Old Man's death would have been assured. This price was too great, so Wang Chong had refused on the spot.
No matter what sort of infusion art it was, if one wanted to make an expert in a short time, the price would not be small. Thus, these methods had never been recklessly spread.
But the imperial household was clearly different.
I had already heard back then of the rumor that there was a secret group of special servitors. These people begin to cultivate from a young age, and the meaning of their existence is to accumulate energy for the sake of infusing it into the princes and princesses. I didn't care much about it then, but now it looks like the rumor was true.
Wang Chong's mind was in turmoil for a few moments, but he very quickly regained his composure.
Wang Chong immediately lowered his head and reverently said, ”Your Majesty is correct. Wang Chong should have come long ago. But this lowly one was participating in the Kunwu Training Camp and could not withdraw. I beseech Your Majesty for forgiveness.”
”Hmph, you're quite frank.”
Consort Taizhen coldly laughed, but her expression still loosened somewhat. Although she was somewhat angry at the constant hindrances caused by this youngster, she could not disregard the friendship he had with her cousin.
Moreover, it was true that Wang Chong had joined the Kunwu Training Camp.
However, it was not so easy to dispel her anger.
”Speak—what is it that you're here for? It wasn't too long ago that you requested the mobilization of troops from the Bureau of Military Personnel. If there was nothing special, you wouldn't come here. Speak—what is going on?”
As she spoke, she spread her arms apart. Two mysterious and beautiful middle-aged women dressed in white, their energy even greater than that of the old nanny by Princess Nihuang's side, emerged out of the curtain.
These two beauties had hairpins stuck in their hair, grave looks on their faces, and excellent bearing. One to the right and one to the left, they took Consort Taizhen's hands and slowly seated her on the throne of Yuzhen Palace.