Chapter 1253: Finally Revealed, the White-Robed Confucian! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

”Hyah!” Outside the carriage, Xu Keyi solemnly shook the reins and set the carriage off in another direction.

Drunken Moon Pavilion!

This restaurant was not particularly famous in the capital, at least not when compared to Wang Chong's Taibai Pavilion, or even the Yao Clan's Vast Crane Pavilion. It could be considered a middle-tier restaurant. However, through its simple, delicate, and refined nature, it had won over many scholars and literati in the capital, and even a few officials in the court would occasionally patronize the establishment, sharing a few cups, composing a few poems, and even leaving behind some works of calligraphy.

Rumble!

In a deafening clatter, an ornate carriage of gold and silver stopped in front of Drunken Moon Pavilion.

Creeeak! The carriage door opened, and Wang Chong boldly stepped out, his robes fluttering around him. In front of Drunken Moon Pavilion, a figure stood half-bowed, apparently having been waiting for some time.

”Is it confirmed?'

Wang Chong placed his hands behind him as he looked up at the gold and black signboard of Drunken Moon Pavilion.

”Milord, we are completely sure. I personally investigated the matter! There can be no mistake!” Old Eagle respectfully said.

Ever since the men he had sent to follow those mysterious minor officials at the city gate had been killed, Old Eagle had learned his lesson and been much more cautious. He only sent his best men now, and he would occasionally participate personally. The target this time was far too important, and Old Eagle did not dare to be careless.

”Mm!”

Wang Chong nodded and quickly drew back his gaze.

Many carriages were parked in front of Drunken Moon Pavilion, all of them the kinds usually favored by scholars and literati.

It was apparent that this was a place where typical Confucians liked to gather and dine.

Wang Chong immediately walked to the entrance, but before he could enter, a waiter came rushing out of Drunken Moon Pavilion, nodding and bowing as he attempted to stop Wang Chong.

”Milord, Milord, ah, it's truly rather embarrassing. The restaurant is full. Young Master, please return!”

But in a gust of wind, Wang Chong strode past the waiter and crossed the threshold into Drunken Moon Pavilion.

The waiter was left dumbstruck, and just when he was about to rush after Wang Chong to try and stop him…

Clap!

Two bags of silver were thrown out, one thumping against the counter and the other landing in the waiter's hands. In a flash of light, Old Eagle's muscular figure imposed itself between Wang Chong and the waiter.

”My lord has matters to attend to. He will not take up any seats in your restaurant, nor will he interfere with your business. Yield!”

As Old Eagle spoke, he flashed the dragon token in his hand.

”King– King of Foreign Lands!”

Although Old Eagle had withdrawn the token very quickly, the waiter's sharp eyesight was able to instantly recognize the token. A hint of respect appeared on his face as he withdrew.

……

Wang Chong had already put aside everything behind him, leaving that matter to Old Eagle. He began to climb up the spiraling wooden staircase to the second floor.

Bang!

When Wang Chong stepped onto the second floor, he suddenly felt a strange feeling surging up in his mind. Wang Chong could see that this second floor was packed with distinguished figures, countless major Confucian scholars. These important Confucians and young scholars were all of high virtue and erudite learning. Merely by sitting there, they exuded a thick air of learning and the smell of books.

These were clearly all renowned figures of the Confucian school.

Bizarrely, however, while the entire capital was clamorous as it celebrated Buddha's birthday, the countless scholars gathered in Drunken Moon Pavilion also should have been immersed in a similar celebratory air, but when Wang Chong stepped onto the second floor, he heard no noise whatsoever. In contrast to the jubilation in the outside world, the mood in Drunken Moon Pavilion was solemn and serene.

All these Confucians sat erectly, their eyes all focused in the same direction. Even when Wang Chong appeared, they made not even the slightest move, as if they had not even seen Wang Chong.

”Mm?”

Wang Chong's eyebrows rose as he felt a strange feeling like he had intruded upon some sacred ceremony. Ding! At this moment, he heard a crisp clang of metal. Wang Chong turned to find the source of this noise, turning in the same direction all the Confucians were looking. In the center of the second floor, Wang Chong saw that a square area had been left empty.

In this empty square area, a young man wearing a black robe was dancing. His sword dance moved from fast to slow, slow to fast, and he moved with both lightness and force, grace and solemnity. This sword's aura was divine and composed, seemingly imbued with hope and trust!