Chapter 1575: Wang Chongs Movements! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Young Master still feels threatened by that man. Young Master's path has been smooth ever since he was a child, and he was hailed as a heaven-sent genius by the old sect master, but this time, Young Master has run into a real foe, Elder Song inwardly mused.
Why had the heavens produced both a Zhou Yu and a Zhuge Liang? His young master and that other youth seemed to naturally reject each other. They were both too strong and too talented for the heavens to contain them both at the same time.
No matter what, I have to think of a way to help Young Master and kill that Wang Chong, Elder Song decided.
In the middle of his musings, a familiar figure rushed into the hall.
”Young Master, the First Prince has sent another message. This is the fourth time this month.” Sword Ghost began talking the moment he came in.
Buzz!
The hall fell quiet once more. Elder Song, the white-clothed girl, Li Junxian, and even the Confucian Sect disciple, Li Qing, all grimaced.
”Senior Brother, are we really not going to go with him on this?” the white-clothed girl hesitantly said, her expression tinged with fear. ”He's the First Prince, the heir apparent. If we offend him, then…”
The First Prince possessed extraordinary status, and if they didn't support him, the Confucian Sect would have little hope of advancing its dreams. To refuse him at a time like this was extremely unwise.
Everyone fell silent at these words. They naturally understood her reasoning, but what they were being asked to do…
”Junior Sister!”
Li Junxian slowly stood up from his table.
”The Confucian Sect has its rules, and the sect masters of each generation have always forbidden intervening in the War of the Princes. This is how the Confucian Sect has always conducted itself. Only by not meddling with imperial authority can we obtain authority that surpasses it. For the Confucian Sect to always be able to swiftly develop a connection with the new sovereign when governments shift and obtain their assistance requires this.
”The First Prince truly has assisted us, and he is the heir apparent. And all will be well if he succeeds, but if he fails, the Confucian Sect will probably end with him. Thus, we cannot agree to the First Prince's request no matter what,” Li Junxian sternly said.
'We cannot cast aside the rules of the sect! This matter is not to be mentioned again!” Elder Song declared.
The white-clothed girl knew that she had said the wrong thing and hastily lowered her head.
”Senior Brother, Elder, this was my mistake. I will never mention this again,” the girl softly whispered.
”Young Master, how should we reply to the First Prince?” Sword Ghost once more brought back everyone's focus.
Li Junxian raised his head and firmly declared, ”Draft a reply for me with the same response. If the First Prince ascends the throne, our Confucian Sect will give our full support.”
……
The news of Wang Chong's return had not caused a great stir, but through certain methods, it was quickly transmitted to those people who wanted to keep an eye on the Wang Clan.
In Hu Harp Street, Pipa Alley, only several blocks away from where Wang Chong had met 'Big Golden Tooth1', a Hu wrapped in a thick robe was rapidly making his way through the crowd.
The Hu around him were ceaselessly chattering, and there were far more than there had ever been before.
Although Hu Harp Street was home to a significant number of Hu, they usually didn't even reach twenty percent of the crowd. But now, the crowd almost entirely consisted of Hu.
The man rushed into the depths of the alley. Stopping in front of an exotically designed door, he loudly knocked.
Dokdokdok!
A slat was opened on the gold-painted door, allowing an eye to peep out. After a glance, another Hu let the man inside.
”Milord, we just received word that Wang Chong has returned to the capital. However, we still don't know where he is right now.”
The Hu bowed the moment he entered the room.
This room was completely pitch-black, and it felt like the Hu was talking to himself. But soon after, a light began to shine. Not far from the Hu was a curtain, and behind the curtain was an imposing silhouette.
The imposing figure's right arm was extended, their hand open to reveal a luminous pearl the size of a chicken egg. It was this pearl that was lighting the room.
”There is no activity from the Wang Clan?” A hoarse voice spoke in the Hu tongue, soft and drifting, giving off an extremely strange feeling.
”No, but, Milord, the King of Foreign Lands has always been hostile toward us Hu, and he's always been firmly in the pro-war faction, constantly calling for armies to attack the Hu. His return bodes ill for us!”