In the box, Wang Chong and Su Shixuan watched this entire process, their eyes slowly turning grave.
"What's going on? When did the Imperial Court establish the Office of Supervision? Did The King of Song mention anything about it? "
The City Guard had always maintained order in the capital, but no one had ever heard of the Office of Supervision before.
"This … this subordinate does not know. His Highness The King of Song has never mentioned the Office of Supervision. "
Su Shixuan lowered his head.
Wang Chong said nothing, a pensive look in his eyes. If this was a normal decision in the Imperial Court, he would have known about it. It was obvious that the Secretariat had bypassed the Imperial Court and made this decision directly. In the current Imperial Court, King Qi, the Prime Minister, and the Grand Preceptor had formed an alliance, and the First Prince was acting as regent. With a nod of the head, many things could be quickly passed. In the past, this would have been somewhat difficult, but now that Li Junxian had replaced He Qingrong, the difficulty of passing many decisions had greatly decreased. The Office of Supervision was clearly one of them.
"Personally go to The King of Song's residence and ask him what's going on," Wang Chong said.
"Yes, this subordinate will do so!"
"Yes, this subordinate will do so!"
Su Shixuan swiftly left with the order.
"Li Junxian, you really can't hold back!"
Once Su Shixuan left, Wang Chong raised his head and couldn't help but sigh. The majority of those who practiced the art of war were not meticulous in their thinking and were easily provoked. Li Junxian had clearly anticipated the reaction of those who practiced the art of war when he had arranged for these storytellers. Thus, he had established the Office of Supervision.
The so-called maintenance of order in the city was just a cover-up.
But no matter what you're thinking, I won't let you do as you please!
Wang Chong said to himself.
The generals of the art of war had returned to the capital after sacrificing themselves for the country, but the Confucians had used their weaknesses to scheme against them and throw them into prison. This was something that Wang Chong could not tolerate. Although Wang Chong did not approve of the general's actions, this did not mean that Li Junxian could torture them like this.
Hu, with a flick of his sleeve, Wang Chong quickly left this place.
"Alright!"
Not long after Wang Chong left, the crowd in the restaurant burst into cheers and applause.
Hearing the cheers, the worry in Wang Chong's eyes deepened.
…
"Who are you?!"
Just as they were several streets away from the restaurant in the clouds, the white-clothed young man and several armored guards escorting the general suddenly stopped, all of them acting as if they were facing a great enemy. Just then, there was a flash of light, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of them. Not even the white-robed youth from the Confucian Sect was able to clearly see how this person had appeared.
"I'm taking this person with me!"
Wang Chong said calmly with his hands behind his back.
"Impudent!"
The white-clothed young man was enraged by these words, and with a clang, he unsheathed his saber.
"To act first and report later, you're seeking death!"
"Is that so? Since when did the Directorate of Affairs have such great authority? "
Wang Chong sneered and opened his palm, revealing a golden dragon token. The white-clothed young man hadn't been recognized yet, but the expressions of the guards from the Department of Discipline at his side suddenly changed.
"Your Highness!"
They all lowered their heads and bowed. Even the general they were escorting opened his eyes wide in shock.
Any soldier would recognize Wang Chong and the King of Foreign Lands, and there was no soldier who did not recognize them. Wang Chong's token might be useless to the people of the Confucian Sect, but it was completely different to those who practiced the art of war.
"It's you!"
The white-clothed young man's eyes chilled as he recognized who it was. The Tang Dynasty had never had many Imperial Princes, and this young man was probably the only one. However, before he could do anything, whoosh, there was a flash of light, and a powerful suction force appeared. The general that was being held by the crowd was immediately pulled out. The white-robed young man's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously reached out, but he still grabbed nothing.
By the time he raised his head, the general had already fallen into Wang Chong's grasp.
"I'm taking this person with me. If there's anything, have your Secretariat Advisor come and get him!"
Wang Chong indifferently said. With a wave of his sleeve, he vanished into the distance.
"Bastard!"
The white-clothed young man chased after him, but how could he possibly catch up? The distance between them was far too great. And the armored guards at his side didn't even dare to take half a step forward.
The King of Foreign Lands was the War God of the Tang Dynasty. No one would dare to stop him if he wanted someone!
The white-clothed young man still wanted to pursue, but suddenly, a familiar voice, as soft as a mosquito, rang in his ear.
"Young Master already knows of this matter. Let him be. In any case, he won't be able to be smug for long! "
The white-clothed young man's heart trembled and he stopped. Turning his head around, he saw that not far behind him, there were a few people standing on top of the wall like ghosts. The one in the lead was a white-clothed girl with long hair and fair skin. The girl looked in the direction that Wang Chong had left, her eyes icy.
"Yes, Senior Sister!"
The white-clothed young man quickly stopped.
… …
On the other side, Wang Chong and the general quickly returned to the residence.
The general comforted him, warned him not to act so impulsively in the future, and then allowed him to leave. The King of Song's residence quickly sent back news.
Everything was as Wang Chong had guessed. The Office of Supervision truly had been established by Li Junxian to deal with those who were skilled in the art of war. This was one of the consequences of He Qingrong's position being replaced by King Qi's faction. With Li Junxian taking the lead, the Grand Preceptor, King Qi, the Prime Minister, and the First Prince nodding, he had bypassed the Imperial Court and established a new Office of Supervision.
"Have you found out how many such storytellers are there in the capital? How many such lecture halls are there?"
Wang Chong stood in his study, Xu Keyi, Su Shixuan, Cheng Sanyuan, and the others at his side. Almost all the people in Wang Chong's faction had been gathered.
"Your Highness, we've found that there are more than one thousand two hundred storytellers in the city, and the content of their stories is identical. All of them are talking about the changes in the living standards of the people on the border before and after the war. Now, it had attracted a large number of people to watch. Even three-year-old children were brought by adults to join in the fun. We've noticed that more and more people are discussing this matter. Many places are saying that they want peace, not war, and the spearhead is directed at the militarists. Your Highness, this is very disadvantageous to us! "
Cheng Sanyuan sternly said, bowing. Upon receiving Wang Chong's order, they had sent more people to investigate, and from day to night, they had all been working on this matter. And the information they had gathered made them all feel uneasy.
"Your Highness, what do we do? This is only the beginning, and it's only been a few days, but it's already had such a massive effect. If we let it continue, the effects will only get worse and worse! "
Everyone in the room was uneasy.
"Your Highness, should I take some people to stop them and make it impossible for them to tell stories normally? With the help of the City Guard, we can definitely do it!"
Su Shixuan said through clenched teeth.
Wang Chong's uncle, Li Lin, had enormous authority and could directly mobilize the soldiers of the City Guard. Through the City Guard, he only needed to use the excuse of discussing politics to arrest all the storytellers supported by the Confucian Sect and make it impossible for them to tell stories normally.
"It's useless! The Confucian Sect is openly plotting, and we can't stop them. Moreover, if you really send people over, whether it's the City Guard or someone else, it'll be the same as confirming their words. The people of the capital will only deepen their misunderstanding of us, and Li Junxian will be more than happy for us to do this. "
Wang Chong sternly said.
"Ah?!"
"What do we do?"
Everyone paled at these words.
"All of you disperse for now. I'll think of a way!"
Wang Chong said with a wave of his hand.
The most difficult things to deal with in the world were not sinister and unfathomable schemes, but open and aboveboard schemes. Li Junxian had clearly planned for everything. Wang Chong said nothing, a pensive look in his eyes.
… …
At the same time, in the northwest of the capital, a magnificent estate loomed. Hanging over the gate of the estate was a black plaque painted with gold. Five simple words were written on it: Secretariat Advisor's Residence!
This was the residence of the newly appointed Secretariat Advisor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Junxian, and it had been gifted to him by King Qi.
At this moment, Li Junxian, Elder Song, the white-robed young woman, and several experts of the Confucian Sect had all gathered here. The Confucian Sect pursued a principle of seclusion. No matter when, they could not reveal all of their strength to the world. But the moment Li Junxian ascended to the Imperial Court, everything changed. Since he had entered the world, he could not completely avoid the court.
"Tell me what happened one more time."
Li Junxian stood in the middle of the hall and suddenly spoke.
"Yes, Young Master!"
The white-robed young man bowed and immediately recounted how he had clashed with that general in the restaurant in the clouds, how Wang Chong had noticed him, and how he had rescued the general. After that, the hall was silent.
"It seems like the King of Foreign Lands has already noticed us!"
Li Junxian said with a wave of his sleeve, his hands held behind his back. A king like Wang Chong would never appear at a place like the Inn in the Clouds to listen to a storyteller. Unless he had some ulterior motive, it was impossible for him to do so.
"Young Master, the King of Foreign Lands is a meticulous and resourceful person. Since he has already noticed our movements, he will probably make a move soon. When the time comes, it will be disadvantageous to us!"
Elder Song suddenly said.
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