Chapter 1592: Great Tang War God Su Zhengchen! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
With the domineering appearance of the Public Order Squad, the protest involving tens of thousands of Hu was ended, with more than twenty thousand Hu being jailed. Wang Chong's posted memorial also sent a massive tremor through the capital.
After this, all the Hu became much more restrained, with the emissaries from their various countries even telling them to strictly comply with the laws of the Great Tang and not act recklessly.
As for the Imperial Court, it issued a decree to all the local governments that the Hu and Han should be treated the same, and the Hu were not to receive any special treatment.
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In the northwest corner of the capital, in the Sage Temple deep within the plum forest…
”Senior Brother!”
Within the hall, Li Junxian lowered his head in reverence.
”Haaaa!”
A long sigh echoed through the hall. Master Zhu, holding one of Wang Chong's posters, looked at Li Junxian and shook his head.
”Do you know where your mistake was?”
”Senior Brother, please instruct me!”
Master Zhu's eyes were brimming with disappointment. Li Junxian pressed his head even lower. He had always felt nothing but respect for his senior brother.
”The reason you lost this round was not that you did not know the laws of the Great Tang well enough, or that you did not know about Tang Gaozu's decree. It was because you handed over the hearts of the people. You did not lose to the Public Order Squad. You lost to this poster.”
Master Zhu shook his head and glanced at the poster once more.
He had criticized the scion of the Wang Clan, the writer of 'Might Makes Right', as a promulgator of heresy, but Master Zhu had to admit that the poster that he had written, the memorial that he had offered to the First Prince, was extremely convincing. It was no wonder these words had been able to win the cheers of the people.
”If you lose the hearts of the people, how can you realize the Harmonious World? Think very carefully about your errors!” Master Zhu sternly said.
”Junxian understands his mistakes!” Li Junxian declared with sincerity, not even attempting to argue.
The hall once more fell into silence.
……
Whoosh!
With the end of the incident, countless messenger birds took flight.
Amongst these, a hawk the size of a fist crossed mountains and flew all the way to the Tibetan Plateau. Several days later, it shot like an arrow into the royal palace of Ü-Tsang.
Incense drifted through the palace, filling the air with the unique scent of yak butter.
Tap!
An arm reached out of the smoke and received the hawk.
”As expected! It seems like the Great Tang's militarist-Confucian conflict is far from over. That man is truly not easy to deal with.”
Dalon Trinling raised his head and muttered to himself, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Only a few words had been written on the letter.
'Mochi Xiangyang captured! Operation failed!'
Dalon Trinling was not particularly surprised. How could someone who was able to kill Dalun Ruozan be that easy to deal with?
Mochi Xiangyang had not listened to his warning and had decided to risk himself. From the moment he had summoned the Hu to gather in front of the Imperial Palace's gates, he had already failed, and failure had its price to pay.
”Great Minister, Mochi Xiangyang is dead, so what do we do now?”
Behind Dalon Trinling was a short, energetic, and extremely dangerous Tibetan general.
”There's no need! Someone is already beginning to move.”
Dalon Trinling faintly smiled.
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The Public Order Squad had appeared out of nowhere and shifted around the political structure of the capital, also bringing back to memory the decree issued by Emperor Gaozu. As the curtain fell, the conflicts subsided, but the undercurrent would never stop flowing and surging.
At the King Qi Residence…
King Qi sat motionlessly in a golden sandalwood chair, his brow furrowed. Behind him were his goateed advisor, the Three Elders of the Northern Sea, and the other strongmen that King Qi had recruited. A bizarre mood permeated the room.
They had rushed over upon receiving King Qi's summons, but when they arrived, they saw King Qi sitting motionlessly on his chair, occasionally muttering to himself.
If King Qi said nothing, the others could only sit and wait.
Seeing that King Qi was still showing no signs of movement, everyone turned to the goateed advisor, their eyes exerting an invisible pressure.
Their intentions were clear, and the goateed advisor paled and broke out in a cold sweat.
King Qi had a temperamental personality, and it would be difficult to predict what would happen if he was interrupted in the middle of his thoughts. In the King Qi Residence, numerous servants and maids had lost their lives for provoking King Qi.
The goateed advisor worked up his courage and asked, ”Your Highness…”
But before he could say anything, he heard the voice of his lord.