Wang Chong aimlessly strolled through the streets, not knowing what he wanted or where he wanted to go. He only knew that this was the only way he could feel much better.
Woof, woof!
The barking of dogs could be heard in the darkness, accompanied by the voices of their owners and the crying of a child. Wang Chong silently walked forward, not attracting anyone's attention.
"Father, I'm sorry …"
Nearby, in the darkness, a house stood on the side of the street. A light was on in this house, and the sound of a father and son could be heard talking through the window.
"I was wrong! I shouldn't have argued with you! I thought that the King of Foreign Lands was a great hero, that he was right. I didn't think that he was just an ambitious bastard with ulterior motives! "
"Buzz!"
Wang Chong's heart tightened at these words, and his hands clenched into fists as he felt a stabbing pain in his heart.
"Haaa! It's all over. There's no overnight grudge between father and son. It's good that you understand! Not even I could have imagined that he would be like this, much less you. "
Wang Chong's eyes darkened as he heard his father's voice from the room. He passed by the father and son's window and continued forward.
The night was cold and bleak, and Wang Chong could feel the chill as he walked down the street. At this time, there weren't many people on the streets. Wang Chong walked for a very long time, but he didn't see a single person.
"How formidable! The Confucian school has more than two thousand schools in Arabia. The Caliph of Arabia is a man of his word. We wronged him before. "
"There are probably hundreds of thousands of people in Arabia learning the language of our Tang dynasty. In the future, all the Hu in the region will be speaking the Tang language! "
"Exactly! The son of my neighbor went to Khorasan to do business, and I heard that he's making a fortune. In this great world, who wants to fight when there's money to be made? It's all that King of Foreign Lands' fault! "
"That's right, that's right!"
… …
Voices could be heard from the base of the wall. Two figures, carrying buckets of paste and brushes, were in the middle of pasting something onto the wall. As they spoke, they walked into the distance.
Buzz!
At that moment, no one noticed that Wang Chong was standing in the darkness, looking at the backs of the two, his face incomparably pale. When the two of them were gone, Wang Chong walked up and saw some Confucian announcements pasted on the wall. They were all news about the barbarians.
"The Eastern Turkic Khaganate has added twenty-four new schools with thirteen hundred students!"
"The Western Turkic Khaganate has added thirty-five new schools and two thousand eight hundred students!"
"A new market has been opened in the northwest, and the monthly transaction volume has reached a million taels!"
"On the border of the Beiting Protectorate, the Imperial Court and the Western Turks have agreed to pull back their defense lines another one hundred li!"
…
The entire wall was covered with these Confucian announcements, and right next to these announcements, Wang Chong saw something else. These announcements were different from the Confucian announcements, and the content of these announcements was much simpler.
"Defeat the King of Foreign Lands!"
"The King of Foreign Lands is a demon king of slaughter!"
"Might makes right, what a crooked theory!"
…
The corners of these announcements were still wet. It was clear that they had been pasted on while those people were speaking.
Wang Chong's face was pale as he stared at the words on the wall, his fingernails digging so deeply into his flesh that he didn't even realize it. Each of the words on the wall was like an iron chisel stabbing deep into Wang Chong's body.
No one could see him in the middle of the night, but it was precisely for this reason that each word came from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, Wang Chong felt an excruciating pain in his heart. Wang Chong once more felt like he had been plunged into a dark and icy sea. No matter how he struggled, he could not escape, only sinking deeper and deeper.
Tap tap!
Wang Chong's footsteps grew faster and faster as he madly sprinted alone. Everything around him flowed in reverse like flowing water.
In this period of time, he had done his best not to mention or think about the matters of the Imperial Court. Wang Chong believed that he could forget, that he could let go, but only now did Wang Chong realize that these wounds were far more painful than he had imagined.
After running for a very long time, when he felt rather exhausted, Wang Chong finally stopped.
An unfamiliar forest stood before him, and a faint light peeked out from the sky. Only now did Wang Chong realize that he had gone from the western part of the city to the southern part.
"Who is it?"
Wang Chong suddenly turned his head, his eyes as sharp as swords as he looked into the forest behind him.
The surroundings were quiet and there was no sound at all.
"You've been following me for so long. Do you want to force me to invite you out?"
Wang Chong's eyes were sharp, and he opened his palm. Energy immediately gathered in his palm, transforming into a faint glow that was as sharp as a sword.
"Wait!"
Just when Wang Chong was about to strike, a voice came from the forest twenty paces behind him.
Whoosh!
In a flash of light, a figure jumped down from the lush treetops and landed on the ground. Unlike what he had imagined, this person was not masked and dressed in black. Instead, he was wearing a green embroidered robe with the character 'Ultimate' embroidered on his chest.
"You're from the Duke of E Residence?!"
Wang Chong was stunned. He had never imagined that the person who had been following him for most of the night would be someone from the Duke of E Residence. Although this person had not stated his identity, his robe was very similar to that of the Ultimate Martial Army, and he also had the token of the Duke of E Residence on his waist.
"King of Foreign Lands, please forgive me!"
The person clasped his hands and bowed, his expression extremely respectful.
"This one has no ill intentions. I was only ordered to deliver an invitation!"
"An invitation!"
Wang Chong's brow creased in surprise, but he managed to restrain his hostility.
In the Battle of Talas, the Duke of E Residence had dispatched two thousand soldiers of the Ultimate Martial Army to assist Wang Chong and the Tang Dynasty. If not for the help of the Ultimate Martial Army, victory might not have been so easily achieved.
And the Wang Clan had never had any dealings with the Duke of E Residence. For the Duke of E Residence to lend several thousand soldiers to Wang Chong based on a single letter, Wang Chong had to admire his breadth of mind and character.
"This one also does not understand. Your Highness will understand once you see it!"
The guard of the Duke of E Residence took out an invitation with an azure cover. Holding it with both hands, he walked forward and respectfully handed it over.
"I understand! Thank the Duke of E Residence for me! "
Wang Chong indifferently said. As he spoke, he took the invitation card from her.
Although he was grateful for the Duke of E Residence's kindness and assistance, he was in no mood to pay a visit.
"Milord, then this one will take his leave. No matter what, Lord Qin must take a look at this invitation!"
The guard of the Duke of E Residence breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wang Chong accept the invitation. As he spoke, he retreated, taking a deep glance at the invitation in Wang Chong's hand.
Swoosh!
In the end, the man leaped onto a treetop and disappeared in a few flashes.
Wang Chong looked up at the sky. Dawn was not far away. Letting out a deep sigh, he quickly turned around and leaped toward the Wang Family Residence.
… …
Time slowly passed. In the study.
Wang Chong was seated cross-legged, white streams of energy rising from his body. Wang Chong's face was ruddy and his forehead was beaded with sweat. After some time, Wang Chong took a deep breath and slowly withdrew his energy. His complexion instantly improved.
"Lord Zhang, many thanks. This Crimson Soul Pill was truly effective. "
Wang Chong looked at the imperial physician and said.
"Milord, there is no need to be so polite. Your martial arts are extremely profound and your talent is extraordinary. As long as you rest for a while, you should be fine."
The old imperial physician tidied up his medicine chest as he spoke to Wang Chong.
"Lord Zhang, many thanks."
Wang Chong nodded, stood up, and bowed.
The old imperial physician quickly took his medicine chest and left the study. Meanwhile, Wang Chong walked to his desk, unfurled a sheet of xuan paper, and began to practice calligraphy.
In a few more days, his two months of confinement would be over. During this time, Wang Chong did not need to attend court, nor could he interfere with the affairs of the Bureau of Military Personnel. Practicing calligraphy had become a way for him to pass the time and relax his mind.
"Lord Zhang, how is my son?"
After some time, just as Wang Chong was engrossed in his calligraphy practice, a voice came from the distance.
"Mother!"
Wang Chong immediately recognized the voice.
"Madam, I've already given His Highness the Crimson Soul Pill. Following your orders, I haven't told His Highness the truth yet. Although His Highness appears normal on the surface, the knot in his heart is getting heavier and heavier. Compared to last time, His Highness's energy is clearly much more chaotic. This isn't good!
"If we don't think of a way to resolve His Highness's depression, I'm afraid that his condition will only worsen with each passing day. When the time comes, even this old man won't be able to do anything."
A familiar voice drifted into her ears. It was the voice of Imperial Physician Zhang who had just left. From this voice, it seemed like the two were speaking very far away, apparently to avoid Wang Chong. But someone of Wang Chong's cultivation level had no way of avoiding him.
"Haaa, what do we do?!"
Wang Chong's mother clearly did not know that he could hear their conversation, and she spoke from a distance, her mind fraught with worry.
"Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, all of you listen well. No matter what, Chong-er is not allowed to hear any news from the outside. Our Wang Clan has already paid enough for the Tang Dynasty. We don't owe this empire anything. "
"Yes, Madam."
Her voice gradually faded away.
Wang Chong's brush paused in the air as he sat there in a daze. At that moment, a complicated look flashed across his eyes. Then, he calmed down and continued to write on the paper.
A heart needed medicine to cure it, but who could cure his heart? When a person was being slandered by the entire world, who could cure him?
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