Translated by: Hypersheep325 Edited by: Michyrr
However, not many people noticed that in a house not far from the marching crowd, a twelve or thirteen year old youth was holding a long sword and training in a narrow yard with an extremely serious expression.
"Zhao Wu, why are you still training? Don't you see that everyone is protesting? Even Master Zhu said that the Tang dynasty shouldn't have too many wars. Let's go! Stop training and come with us to the demonstration! "
A youth quickly noticed and stepped forward to pull on the boy called Zhao Wu, but Zhao Wu shook off the youth's hand.
"All of you go. Don't disturb me!"
Zhao Wu said indifferently. As he spoke, he continued to practice his sword.
"Zhao Wu, the Tang dynasty is at peace with the other countries, and there are no wars to fight. The soldiers of the border protectorates haven't seen any enemies in a very long time. What's the use of practicing martial arts? You might as well come and play with us. Don't you see that we haven't practiced martial arts for a very long time?"
At this moment, another youth came to pull on him.
From the looks of these youths, it was clear that they were companions of these youths.
"If you want to give up, that's your business. One day, you'll realize that I was right!"
Zhao Wu once more shook off the youth's pull and continued to train. Even if he was not understood, the empire needed some people to do the right thing. A man of character should persevere on his own path. This was also a show of respect for the King of Foreign Lands, whom he respected the most.
"Fool!"
"Let him be! Don't pay attention to him!"
The two of them cursed and quickly left.
There was not just one voice in the world. While many people were protesting, others were using their own methods to express their stance and persevere. While countless people were abandoning their copies of 'Might Makes Right' and burning them, some people were silently keeping them and secretly supporting them.
The world continued to operate in its own way. While the slander against the King of Foreign Lands was overwhelming, there were still some people who persisted and supported Wang Chong.
… …
At the same time, outside the storm, but in the center of power, two pairs of eyes were silently watching everything.
"Your Majesty, the secret guards sent word that the King of Foreign Lands vomited blood and is unconscious in his residence. Your Majesty, are we really going to continue? "
A voice full of worry said.
The night was silent, and Taiji Hall was silent. There was no sound at all.
"If you want to receive the crown, you must bear the weight! Let him be! Only if he can bear it, can he bear the future arrangements I have for him! "
After a long time, a dignified voice finally sounded out from the depths of the hall, and it seemed to have seen through everything.
"… Yes!"
Gao Lishi lowered his head and said no more.
…
In the quiet night, Wang Chong strolled alone through the courtyard. The storm outside was kept out by the high walls of the Wang Clan's courtyard, and not a single sound could be heard. Wang Chong could still hear the protests outside during the day, but after that night in the stone room, Wang Chong had let go of everything and felt much better.
There was no joy in obtaining and no worry in losing. The current Wang Chong was unfazed by favor or disgrace, treating everything with a calm attitude. Flowers bloomed and wilted, clouds gathered and dispersed. None of these things were that important to her.
Because deep in her heart, Wang Chong had obtained the peace that she desired.
Whoosh!
At some point, Wang Chong had once more arrived in front of that high wall. With a leap, Wang Chong landed on the top of the wall like a bird and landed lightly on the other side of the wall.
Ever since that night, Wang Chong had slowly developed a habit of going out alone at night when there was no one around. As usual, Wang Chong walked forward with his hands behind his back, dressed in plain clothes. The night breeze blew away many of his worries.
Hu!
Just as Wang Chong was slowly walking a distance away, a black shadow suddenly darted out of the darkness and pounced at Wang Chong.
"Big brother! This stick of candied hawthorn is for you! "
Before Wang Chong could get a clear look, an extremely young voice sounded in his ear. Looking at it, a bright-colored stick of candied hawthorn appeared in Wang Chong's eyes.
This sudden scene caused everyone to be extremely astonished. Wang Chong lowered his head and looked carefully. He saw a child less than ten years old, holding a stick of candied hawthorn in his hand and looking at him with an extremely serious expression. Wang Chong was inwardly flabbergasted. He had been strolling around this area for several days now, but he had never seen anything like this.
Moreover, it was already late at night, so for a child to suddenly appear on the street was rather strange.
"Little friend, do you know who I am?"
Wang Chong slightly bent down and rubbed the child's head as he smiled. This was most likely someone's child mistaking someone else for someone else.
But a moment later, the child's words left Wang Chong flabbergasted.
"Of course I know! You're the King of Foreign Lands!"
The child said in his childish voice, showing no sign of backing down.
These words caught Wang Chong by surprise, and it made him feel even more perplexed. This child who had appeared in the middle of the night was simply too strange in his words and actions.
"How did you know that I would be here?"
Wang Chong softly said.
"When you returned to the capital last time, Father and I went to see you, so I recognized you. I've seen you quite a few times in the last few nights, and every time, you would pass by this place! "
The boy raised his head and solemnly said.
Wang Chong froze, momentarily at a loss for words.
He had never imagined that while no observant person had noticed him going out for a stroll at night, it had been seen by a child. And the child had even given him a stick of tanghulu. Wang Chong subconsciously took it, an indescribable feeling in his heart.
"They all say that you're a Demon King of Slaughter! But I know that you're not! You're a great hero! You only kill enemies! "
While Wang Chong was still in a daze, the boy raised his head and said something that left Wang Chong's mind reeling. After saying this, the little boy ran away like a wisp of smoke. He went into the alley and disappeared.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, Wang Chong felt like an electric current was surging through his heart. He stood there in a daze, staring in the direction the boy had disappeared in, unable to say a single word. After so many days and nights of slander and abuse, Wang Chong hadn't expected that the first words of comfort and support he would hear would come from a boy who hadn't even reached the age of ten.
The night was cold and chilly, but Wang Chong felt warmth in his heart.
In the capital of one million people, the support of a boy was insignificant, but to Wang Chong, this was the first ray of light that had shone into his heart. Although this light was small, it was not weak. Sometimes, it was enough to feel a sincere support from others.
At least in this empire, there are still people who support me!
At this moment, Wang Chong could not help but sigh.
With a wave of his robe, Wang Chong took the stick of tanghulu and continued forward. After an unknown period of time, there was a sudden change — —
"Who goes there!"
As the wind blew past, Wang Chong's eyes chilled as he turned his head to a dark corner by the wall. All was quiet, and there was nothing around. It was like Wang Chong was imagining things.
"Hmph, still not coming out?"
Wang Chong's expression chilled as he extended the index and middle fingers of his right hand. Without a moment's thought, a violet flame shot out of his fingers and shot into the black figure like a shooting star.
The Fire of Lu Wu!
This was one of Wang Chong's most powerful techniques. Once it was attached to him, it would be very difficult to destroy.
Swoosh!
As the violet flame flew into the dark corner, a figure shot into the sky like a sparrow hawk, narrowly dodging Wang Chong's attack.
"Hahaha, King of Foreign Lands, I heard that after being caught up in the militarists and Confucians, the flames of your heart have been stifled and your strength has plunged. Even the imperial physicians have seen you several times. It seems like the rumors aren't true! "
Twenty-some paces away from Wang Chong, a black-clothed figure stood on the wall. His face was covered in a mask, and his body was covered in black flames. A large piece of leather flapped in the wind on his back, and his entire body exuded an aura as powerful as that of a vast ocean.
The mysterious black mask on his face and the roiling black smoke exuding from his body made him seem even more mysterious in the darkness.
"It's you!"
Wang Chong grimaced as he took out a black metal box from his bosom. At this moment, the jewel at the top of the box was scorching hot, exuding a scorching green light that was dazzling in the darkness.
The square metal box given to him by the Sindhi High Priest would only respond to one kind of person: those mysterious men in black of unknown origins. At the same time, they were the 'gods' mentioned in the Book of Paimon in the underground caves of the Sassanid Dynasty!
"Haha, that old scoundrel beneath Sindhu truly does favor you. He actually gave you something like this! Alas, even if you take this, you'll still die tonight! "
The black-clothed man's eyes were sinister, and as he spoke, he spread open his arms, the black cloak on his back unfurling like wings. Whoosh! A black fog remained in the air, but the black-clothed man had already vanished with astonishing speed. It was like he had become invisible. Not only that, but in an instant, that person's aura disappeared without a trace. Not even the slightest bit of it could be felt. It was as though he had stepped into another world from this world.
Even Wang Chong couldn't help but widen his eyes at this sight.
This person … was extremely powerful!
"Boom!"
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