The Prince of Qi
The bamboo forest of the Hundred Flowers Park was once again filled with the sounds of joy and laughter. Hundreds of flowers vied with each other, exuding vitality. In contrast, the Prince of Yong's residence was shrouded in a gloomy fog, lifeless and gloomy.
Over the past two days, many people had been unable to respond to the chaotic situation. The most obvious example was the Prince of Yong, who was reportedly injured by a "rebel," lying on his deathbed with only a single breath left. The officials of the Prince of Yong's faction, as well as the sects attached to the Prince of Yong, were all stupefied. For a moment, they didn't know whether they should seek a better job or express their loyalty and wait for the Prince of Yong to wake up.
What made them most speechless was that they didn't even know who the "rebel" who had injured the Prince of Yong to such a state was. The imperial court was tight-lipped, not giving any details.
The imperial court of the Great Zhou Dynasty was rather special. A Black Tortoise world with experts capable of toppling cities could not be the same as a world with low martial arts and low magic. The most typical difference was that the army was useless.
Countless amounts of money and rations were spent to raise an army of one hundred thousand. Even if every one of them trained their bodies and refined their Qi, it was unlikely that they would be killed by a single forbidden move from the Xue Qingqiu. What meaning was there in expending so much effort to raise an army? Even if they were only used to maintain daily law and order, they might be able to bully an impoverished wonton seller and have their entire army overturned with a single slap, becoming a laughingstock.
Under these circumstances, the imperial court could only turn to an elite army and only raise experts. However, experts were not cabbages. There were not many of them. Ultimately, two systems were formed: the Imperial Consecrators and the Six Gates. The former maintained the imperial family's authority, while the latter stabilized the jianghu.
Who did they rely on to defend the country, fight against foreign invaders, and deal with internal bandits? They relied on the righteous sects. Wasn't it because of this that the righteous sects were known to guard the eight directions …
By analogy, the various major sects could be viewed as the Black Tortoise world's version of the various warlords. Moreover, they were the type that held their own armies. No one was able to transfer power to the imperial court. At most, they could pay tributes on time.
A thousand years ago, when the world had just been settled, it was even more interesting. It was an extremely chaotic era, because everyone only valued military strength and looked down on everything else. Almost no one knew how to develop the people's livelihood, and no one knew what the economy and currency were. The land was barren, and nothing grew. All the major sects had cast aside "justice" and were fighting over resources. They could only rely on robbing, and the imperial court could not control them at all.
Yes, it was the wild world that Xue Mu had imagined when he had just traveled to this world. It was a phenomenon that would inevitably form in a world where the strong were respected and the weak were like ants. It was extremely abnormal and twisted.
This kind of distortion was destined to not exist in the long run. In the end, everyone would have no food to eat and no clothes to wear. After a long period of chaos, territories were gradually divided. The righteous path formed a situation where the eight great sects were the leaders, and the second and third rate sects gradually attached themselves to them. They reached a relatively stable stalemate, and would not easily use force. Once the situation stabilized, wise men would begin to develop the economy, appease the people, and gradually revive this devastated land. After hundreds of years, Xue Mu finally saw what he was seeing today.
In this process, the imperial court played an extremely important role. The sects that cultivated martial arts all day long would not be able to govern the place. The imperial court was not only the mediator and the core of the various sects, but also the management of the people's livelihood. Medicine, forging, and industrial systems flourished, forming sects such as Medicine King Valley, Sword Crafting Valley, and Divine Machine Sect.
A world model where the imperial court governed the people's livelihood and the sects were responsible for military force was naturally formed.
The princes also needed to obtain the support of various systems, the righteous sects, the imperial court, and the local official system. Among them, Ji Wu Yong originally had the most support. After all, he was the eldest son.
However, because Ji Qingyuan had the idea of supporting the Demon Sect, Ji Yong could not grasp his father's' political route '. The important minister Xiahou Di had grown up with the Eighth Prince, Prince of Qi, and was not on good terms with Ji Yong. In addition, the Empress passed away early, and the most favored imperial concubine's attitude was ambiguous. In reality, he only wanted the world to be in chaos. These factors combined led to Ji Wu Yong's position as the Crown Prince.
The various sects of the Demon Sect could not be blamed for being exterminated for thousands of years … Not only did this group of people not contribute to the development of the world's productivity, but they also hindered it. Those who ran amok, professional robbers, and occupied the mountains as kings. Those from the Mie Qing Dao loved to kill and had no regard for human life. Those from the Deceiving Heaven Sect swindled and harmed people for fun.
In contrast, the Hehuan School, which did the flesh business, was a living Bodhisattva. Unfortunately, not only did they have a virtuous and skilled teacher, but they also had a pervert. This was not good …
The Star-moon Sect did not have the obvious bad records of these few, but they were not good either. They had done all kinds of unorthodox things for thousands of years, because they were the most guarded, it was difficult for them to have a fixed business, and they had always been hiding. If it was not for the strong rise of Xue Qingqiu, this brothel business would not have been successful. The reason why they were the most guarded was very simple: the two masters who had shattered the dimension in Xue Mu's dream were the two giants who fought for the throne a thousand years ago. One of them was the founder of the Star-moon Sect.
They were the real rebels.
However, the various sects of the Demon Sect had been crowned with the title of "rebels" for thousands of years. Until today, no one knew that the real rebels of a thousand years ago were the Star-moon Sect …
In front of the Prince of Yong's residence, many officials were waiting, whispering to each other, guessing who the "rebel" who injured the Prince of Yong was. Some guessed that it was the Traceless Path, some guessed that it was the Star-moon Sect, and some even guessed that it was the Hehuan School. Because the Prince of Yong had a close relationship with the Hehuan School, some people suspected that the Hehuan School had set a trap for the Prince of Yong …
More and more people were discussing that the Demon Sect's Captial business should be banned again. None of these evildoers were reliable …
In the midst of this whispering, the evildoer of the Demon Sect, Xue Mu, stood in front of the Prince of Yong's residence with his head held high and chest puffed out. He rushed to the gatekeeper and said in a loud voice, "Xue Mu has come under orders. Please lead the way."
The entire street turned to look at him.
There were many people who guessed that it was Xue Mu who injured the Prince of Yong, because they heard that the Prince of Yong was poisoned. It was said that this Xue Mu cultivated poison … In the end, Xue Mu appeared here openly, and even asked someone to lead the way! The most surprising thing was that the gatekeeper really opened the door wide, and led Xue Mu in with a bow and a bow.
Outside the door, there was absolute silence. There were still many people who didn't know about the imperial edict to reward Xue Mu. Currently, no one could understand the direction of the wind.
Xue Mu entered the door proudly. He didn't have the mind to care about what the group of officials were thinking. His gaze fell on the man and woman walking in front of him.
Xiahou Di and a very refined and elegant young man walked side by side, talking and laughing. Xiahou Di was already very tall, but this man was actually slightly taller than Xiahou Di. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful, giving off a feeling that they were a perfect match.
Xue Mu narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit unhappy. He coldly snorted, thinking, I'm taller than you, what are you so proud of …
Xiahou Di also saw Xue Mu, but he didn't care about Xue Mu's expression. Smiling, he walked over and cupped his hands in greeting, "Greetings, Phoenix Man."
Phoenix your sister … Xue Mu's complexion darkened even more. "I'll have to trouble you to change the way you address me. You might as well directly call me Xue Mu."
Xiahou Di thought that Xue Mu had been in the jianghu for a long time and wasn't used to this kind of official address. Therefore, he didn't force the issue. Smiling, he said, "Okay, Xue Mu, let me introduce you. This is the Prince of Qi."
Uh … Prince of Qi … Xue Mu's unhappy feeling instantly disappeared. Xiahou Di had already acknowledged her as a princess. Since this was an imperial prince, then he and Xiahou Di were blood-related siblings. Hmm, that was fine.
A smile quickly appeared on his face. Cupping his hands in greeting, he said, "Xue Mu greets Your Imperial Highness, Prince of Qi."
The Prince of Qi excitedly cupped his hands in greeting, "Is this the famous Student of the Three Good Students? Indeed, meeting you surpasses your reputation. You are handsome and charming. As expected of a great talent who can write such wonderful works! Being able to meet you today is truly the fortune of three lifetimes! "
What's with this enthusiasm? Xue Mu looked at Xiahou Di in confusion. Xiahou Di unhappily said, "The Prince of Qi likes your rubbish very much. He's been pestering me to introduce you to him for a long time."
Xue Mu couldn't help but laugh. He knew what Xiahou Di was angry about. Letting her own brother witness the scene of her abusing a female constable was really a little … More importantly, not only was this brother not angry, he was also a fan …
His interest was piqued. He lowered his voice and asked, "Your Imperial Highness … Are you a sis-con?"
The Prince of Qi was stunned, "What's a sis-con?" Without waiting for Xue Mu to answer, he continued excitedly, "Mr. Xue, don't call me Your Imperial Highness. Just call me Wuyou, or Lao Ba!"
So his name was Ji Wuyou. This name was much more normal than his big brother …
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