Hundred Flowers Lane had experienced coldness, liveliness, destruction, and reconstruction. It was no longer the same as it was in the past. It was even more flourishing than before, yet it was also quiet. New willows were planted on both sides of the road. In this early spring season, they spat out light green buds, unable to cover the corners of the restaurant's eaves.
Gazing at the gate of the Orthodox Academy in the depths of the alley, Tianhai Shengxue fell silent for a very long time.
The current gate had been built by the Tianhai clan, while the previous gate had been broken by his personal order.
Back in the year when it was drizzling in the capital, he had led the knights under his command back from the north. With a single order, the warhorses crashed through the courtyard gate. At that time, he and the Tianhai clan had been so glorious and arrogant. But now?
After the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, other than the matters entrusted to it by the venerable Daoist master and the emperor, the Tianhai clan could not be more inconspicuous. This year, just when they were preparing to exert their strength in the Mount Song Army headquarters and obtain some benefits, they ended up encountering that major event. Just like that, their little brother, who had eyes at the top of his head, died.
As for Tianhai Ya'er, who had caused the conflict between the Tianhai clan and the Orthodox Academy, he had long since been forgotten.
Fei Dian looked at the lonely expression on his face and guessed what he was thinking. "Let's go," he said.
Tian Hai Sheng Xue shook his head and urged his horse towards Hundred Flowers Lane.
Fei Dian's expression changed slightly. He looked at his back and didn't say anything.
Tianhai Shengxue had specially come to the Orthodox Academy, not to pass by, because he did not want to miss it again.
He knocked on the gate of the Orthodox Academy and walked in.
His choice was the same as that of the Grand Examination.
He hoped that his family would be able to survive, so he placed all his chips on the other side.
He wanted to completely cut himself off from the clan. This way, even if the Tianhai clan was wiped out in the future, he would still be alive.
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Emperor Taizong had left behind many descendants, and even after so many years of trials and hardships, there were still many of them.
The manors on both sides of the Road of Peace were proof.
The masters of these princely estates were all watching the Prince of Xiang's estate.
If the Prince of Xiang did not express his stance on today's matter, the other princes could only maintain their silence.
The Road of Peace was very quiet.
There was only one prince's mansion where curses could be heard, filled with unbearable obscenities.
This was the Prince of Zhongshan's estate.
Of the princes of the Chen clan, the Prince of Zhongshan, Chen Xuanqing, could be said to be the most famous, both because of his temper and because of his legendary experiences.
If he had not feigned madness and eaten a good deal of horse dung, the Tianhai Divine Empress would have probably killed him long ago.
This matter also indirectly proved the extraordinariness of this prince. If he were just an ordinary prince, if he did not possess an extremely powerful cultivation, only slightly inferior to the Prince of Xiang, how could he have been forced into such a hurry by the Tianhai Divine Empress?
For such a powerful prince to be able to endure such humiliation, everyone knew how terrifying he was.
Especially when his face was as gloomy as it was now.
The vassals and experts loyal to him filled the room, as well as the Xiaoling Divine General and the Prince of Luling who had just returned from Mount Xiao.
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet the Prince of Zhongshan's gaze, much less speak.
The Prince of Zhongshan's complexion turned even more unsightly. Pointing at them, he cursed, "You're being bullied to your door, and all of you can still sit still!"
In the Mount Song Army headquarters, he had already been forced to concede by the Orthodoxy's Prefects and the unseen Chen Changsheng, which had already left him extremely unhappy. Today, the experts of the sects of the south had forced their way into the capital, causing him to explode with rage.
The vassals of the prince's estate still lowered their heads, remaining silent.
The Xiaoling Divine General looked at the Prince of Zhongshan. He gathered his courage and wanted to say something, but ultimately decided against it.
The Prince of Luling shook his head, feeling very helpless.
If he didn't sit, what could he do? Did he have to fight?
The Li Palace could casually find seven or eight peak Star Condensation experts like Linghai Zhiwang and Daoist Siyuan, and the Ivy Academies also had experts like Zhuang Zhihuan and the Archbishop of the Temple Seminary. This was the ten-thousand-year reserve of the Orthodoxy.
And Mao Qiuyu had already broken into the Divine. Although he had gone to Mount Han, who knew if he would secretly return like Wang Po? Even if Mao Qiuyu did not return, who could block the combined sword style of the Pope and the Holy Maiden? Coupled with the experts of the south that had entered the capital today, how could they possibly fight?
Unless they summoned back the black-armored heavy cavalry from the north to surround and kill these experts, the Imperial Court had no chance of victory.
Although the Great Zhou Army had quite a few experts, the fiercest of them, the White Tiger Divine General, had already been killed by Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu. The remaining Divine Generals were far too lacking compared to Xue Xingchuan and the others from the past, and these Divine Generals had never been of the same mind.
"These disciples and grand-disciples of Chen Guansong are truly incompetent. They're not even as good at fighting as this prince!"
The Prince of Zhongshan glanced at the Xiaoling Divine General and cursed, "They're all fucking trash!"
The vassals of the prince's estate bitterly smiled, thinking, Your Highness, no matter how good you are at fighting, you're still just one person, and you can't beat that person. Just as they were silently cursing, they suddenly heard the Prince of Zhongshan's next words and couldn't help but become abnormally alarmed. Does Your Highness know what we're thinking?
The Prince of Zhongshan had no idea, nor did he care to think about what these people were thinking. His words were purely from his feelings.
"But I also can't beat Wang Po!"
"So infuriating!"
"So infuriating!"
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Wang Po of Tianliang was unquestionably the expert that the Great Zhou Imperial Court had been watching the most closely in the last few decades.
The Prince of Zhongshan regarded Wang Po with such importance for a similar reason.
The Chen clan and the Wang clan had a grudge that could not be resolved.
Back then, Taizong had said that it was a nice autumn and caused the Wang clan to fall into decline.
This was where Wang Po's name had come from.
If there was anyone who wished for the Chen Imperial clan to lose this world, it was naturally Wang Po.
Thus, the moment Wang Po revealed his talent for cultivation, the Chen Imperial clan was prepared to suppress him, perhaps even eliminate him.
If the Tang Old Master had not sheltered him in Wenshui for a few years, Wang Po would have died long ago.
Even though he later ascended to the Proclamation of Liberation and became an expert protected by the Divine Decree, he was still forced to travel to the south and enter Scholartree Manor.
After Su Li left for the other continent, Wang Po became the target that the Great Zhou Imperial Court wanted to eliminate the most.
With the coup of the Mausoleum of Books causing the Divine Decree to lose effectiveness, the Imperial Court's thoughts became reality.
Thus, there was that siege under the ginkgo tree and that heaven-shaking battle by the Luo River in the capital.
But no one had expected Wang Po's strength to rise so quickly.
He had actually killed Tie Shu with a single blade on the Luo River and achieved the title of Divine.
From that day onwards, the entire situation changed.
The Great Zhou Imperial Court stopped all operations against Wang Po, the princes of the Chen clan maintained their silence, and the two sides maintained a peaceful situation.
But today, Wang Po had come to the capital.
The yellowing trees in front of the Imperial Palace and the severed Luo River were both evidence, a declaration of war.
This was naturally a provocation to the Imperial Court.
In the view of the princes of the Chen clan, this was an even greater humiliation.
The Prince of Luling bitterly asked, "Then what do we do now?"
"What do we do?"
The Prince of Zhongshan slammed the table and furiously said, "Then we'll eat shit! In any case, I've already eaten so much, so I'm not afraid of eating it again! "
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