Wang Chong was dazed. He had never expected this sort of situation. Ever since he had obtained a vast amount of Destiny Energy in the war of the southwest, it had been a very long time since Wang Chong had encountered the World Bind. As long as one had enough Destiny Energy, the World Bind had no effect, but this time was clearly different.
But before Wang Chong could think any deeper, the door opened, and Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, Cheng Sanyuan, Xue Qianjun, and the others rushed in. The moment the four entered, they scanned the room, their gazes quickly landing on Wang Chong. From last night until now, they had been standing outside for as long as Wang Chong had been writing, all of them uneasy.
"Your Highness, how are you?"
They looked worriedly at Wang Chong behind the desk. Wang Chong's face was pale, his body thin, and he seemed to have lost a great deal of weight. But even though he seemed extremely tired, Wang Chong's eyes were still bright. But the more this was the case, the more worried the four became.
Wang Chong said nothing, only waved his hand.
"Su Shixuan, Cheng Sanyuan, Xue Qianjun, Xu Keyi, I have a task for all of you. Take these manuscripts on the table. I want them to be typeset, printed, and bound into books as quickly as possible. Then, I want them to be distributed throughout the empire in my name. In three days, I want the entire capital, including the prefectures of the Nine Provinces, to be able to see this book! "
At the end, Wang Chong extended a finger and pointed at the thick stack of letters on the table.
At that moment, the entire study was silent. Everyone's eyes were focused on the stack of papers.
From the moment they had entered the study, they had noticed that there was a stack of papers in front of Wang Chong, and these papers were covered in dense handwriting, the ink still wet.
No one knew what Wang Chong had written, but they all knew that something that had taken five days and made Wang Chong so solemnly warn him about could not be simple.
"Yes!"
The four of them respectfully answered and stepped forward, taking the thick stack of letters and leaving. However, even the four of them did not know that from the moment they stepped out of the room, that thick stack of letters would completely change the Tang dynasty, and even the surrounding countries.
…
The storm of the day quickly passed, and as the east gradually brightened, the capital regained its calm. The phenomena caused by Wang Chong's writing in his study were nothing more than an illusion to the common people of the capital and had little effect on them. It only gave the people a little something to talk about, and the number of people protesting in the capital had not decreased in the slightest.
West of the city, Li Zheng Meat Bun Shop.
In the entire capital, the meat buns of this shop were extremely famous. It was said that the meat buns were founded by a couple surnamed Li and Zheng. Within the family, the meat buns had been passed down from father to son, and they had a history of more than seventy years. They were famous for their thin skin and thick filling, as well as their crispy, fragrant, and soft texture. In the capital, there were many customers who would travel two hours just to eat the meat buns from this shop.
Early in the morning, the meat bun shop was steaming hot and fragrant. Many customers gathered at the entrance.
"Boss, give me three meat buns!"
An azure-robed middle-aged scholar of around thirty suddenly spoke up, his body half-leaning against a stall. As he spoke, he took out three copper coins from his bosom and placed them on the stall.
"Scholar Zhang, are you still going to the tea house after eating your buns?"
The owner of the bun shop greeted as he took out a bun. It was clear that he was very familiar with the azure-robed scholar.
"Haha, that's right!"
The azure-robed scholar absent-mindedly replied as he turned his head to look at the bookstore.
The bookstore was run by a forty-year-old bookseller with a long beard. Every morning, this bookseller would come here to sell books. Unlike the dynasties of the surrounding countries, the Tang dynasty was extremely cultured. Not just the scholars, but the common people also liked to buy and sell books, either to collect them or to pass them on to their families.
And the azure-robed scholar had this taste. Every time he came, he would see if there were any newly published books. Whenever he found one, he would treat it like a treasure, immediately buying it and carefully reading it. But it had been a very long time since the azure-robed scholar had seen a new book.
"Mm?"
Suddenly, the azure-robed scholar's brow rose as he noticed that a book had appeared on the bookseller's stall.
'Might Makes Right'? What a strange name!
The azure-robed scholar was flabbergasted. He had been reading and collecting books since he was ten, and it had been more than twenty years since then. He had seen all sorts of strange titles, but he had never seen anything like this. And it was impossible to tell what the title was about.
Moreover, the feeling that this book gave him was completely different from any of the books he had collected in the past.
"Shopkeeper, what book is this? Why have I never seen it before? Is it a new book from some old gentleman? "
The middle-aged scholar asked.
"Ah? So it was Scholar Zhang! That's not it. This is a new book that was just delivered this morning. And the person who wrote this book is also extremely famous. He's the King of Foreign Lands of our Tang dynasty. I heard that he poured his heart and soul into writing this book, and I'm planning to use it as the cornerstone treasure of this bookstore. When the time comes, I'll have a copy for my own collection. "
The bookseller beamed.
"What?!"
Hearing the bookseller's words, the green-robed scholar was shocked, and his eyes widened.
The King of Foreign Lands? He had long ago heard that the King of Foreign Lands was a strategist who could determine victory from a thousand li away, and that he was the new War God of the Tang dynasty. But he had never heard that the King of Foreign Lands had such a deep understanding of the literary path and was even able to publish a book.
The azure-robed scholar suddenly left the meat bun store, grabbed the book from the bookstore, and happily opened it. But after a few quick glances, the scholar paled.
"Shopkeeper, how much is this book?"
"Ten copper coins, but I'm not selling …"
The bookseller subconsciously said. However, before he could say the word "sell", there was a ringing sound. Ten copper coins were quickly thrown onto the bookstore. The blue-robed scholar surnamed Zhang took the book and left without another word.
"Hey! Your buns! "
… …
Thump thump thump!
Hurried footsteps resounded through the Secretariat Advisor Residence. Four hours later, a Confucian Sect disciple rushed into Li Junxian's room. The weather was not hot, but the Confucian Sect disciple was drenched in cold sweat, his expression extremely uneasy.
"Young Master, it's bad. The King of Foreign Lands has produced a book that's causing an uproar in Luoyang. Almost everyone in the capital has a copy, and the situation is extremely bad! "
"Haha, is that so? Now that I think about it, it's about time for him to counterattack. But is his counterattack going to be writing a book? "
Li Junxian faintly smiled and waved his hand, his expression calm and unmoved. Whether it was the Tang dynasty's disarmament, the anti-war demonstrations, or the matter of the Three Great Training Camps, if the King of Foreign Lands didn't want to just sit and wait for death, he should have done something by now.
If Wang Chong had done nothing, he would have been truly shocked.
"Young Master, it's not like that. The situation is different this time! Young Master, just take a look and you'll understand! "
To his surprise, Li Junxian's words caused the cold sweat on the Confucian Sect disciple's forehead to increase, and he became even more anxious. He seemed to have thousands of words in his mind, but he didn't know how to express them. His face flushed red, he opened a bag at his side and handed over the book he had bought in the market.
Li Junxian had been spreading ink on a piece of xuan paper. When the Confucian Sect disciple handed it over, Li Junxian hadn't cared at all, but when he glanced at the five simple words on the first page, Li Junxian's expression instantly changed.
"Let me see!"
Li Junxian's expression suddenly turned extremely solemn. He had placed the ink brush on the xuan paper, causing a large stain to appear on it, but he didn't even notice.
Flapflap!
Li Junxian took the book from the Confucian Sect disciple and flipped it open. With just a glance, he felt like he had been dealt a heavy blow. The blood instantly drained from his face, leaving behind none of his initial composure, confidence, and elegance.
"Impossible! This is impossible! … "
Li Junxian's entire body trembled as he stared at the book, his face paling. For the first time in his life, Li Junxian was thrown into disarray. At that moment, he finally understood why the Confucian Sect disciple had been so panicked and uneasy. This was no simple book. This book was shaking the foundation of the Confucian Sect and the Confucian school.
… …
"Boom!"
Whether it was Li Junxian, the Confucian Sect, the Grand Preceptor, or King Qi, none of them had expected Wang Chong's counterattack to be so fierce, so tyrannical, and so terrifying.
After being recalled from Khorasan, Wang Chong had been stripped of all his military authority, and in the Imperial Court, the First Prince, Li Linfu, King Qi, the Grand Preceptor, and Li Junxian had basically monopolized the court. Everyone had believed that no matter how capable Wang Chong was, he would not be able to stir up much of a storm. But no one had expected that, even without military authority, Wang Chong would launch a storm of counterattacks that no military authority or court authority could achieve.
This was because Wang Chong's attacks were aimed at the human heart!
"Might makes right, the strong preys on the weak … Such words, where is the benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and wisdom of my Tang Dynasty!"
In a bamboo forest in the capital, an old Confucian trembled in rage as he stared at the letter in his hand.
"Heresy! This is blatant heresy! Anyone who dares to say such things should be hanged! "
In another place, a fiery Confucian famed throughout the capital slammed his palm down on the table after reading this book, his entire body seething with rage.
"A mighty Imperial Prince of the Tang Dynasty dares to say such things? He's worse than a dog or a pig!"
In another place, four or five Confucians who had criticized Wang Chong during the protest had gathered together, all of them furious.
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