Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 996 - 789: Commendable Courage! A Bandit’s Den Is Better Than a Golden Palace! (Monthly Ticket Bonus - 13)
Wang Yuyan wasn’t having it, and immediately leaned over to tug at Murong Qingqing’s soft hand, pleading: "I want to hear it, even if it’s not something nice, I still want to hear it. I won’t be angry with the village chief."
"Really?"
"Really!"
"Then I’ll say it, the village chief said that even if it’s a sow in the Mountain Village, if he says no, no one else has the right to ask for it. So..."
"So... so my treatment is the same as a sow in the Mountain Village?"
"Actually, it’s not, don’t misunderstand. I think the sow the village chief mentioned might be referring to you."
Wang Yuyan widened her eyes, annoyed and angrily glaring at the laughing Murong Qingqing. Trying to maintain her composure but unable to endure it, she let out a low cry and pounced on Murong Qingqing, "Alright, Sister Qingqing, you’re teasing me."
The two women immediately broke into a playful scuffle, tickling each other, a scene of pure joy.
In her heart, Wang Yuyan was truly happy. Initially, she was worried, thinking about some bad things, reminiscent of Murong Fu’s betrayal, genuinely concerned that this kind of betrayal might happen again.
She didn’t know how to handle future situations, whether past events with the village chief were just another old dream she wished never to awaken from yet found painful.
...
Time passed swiftly.
A day later.
The civil and military officials all confirmed that Zhu Yunwen, whose cheeks were still slightly red and swollen, was indeed the true person, and with Jiang Dali’s urging, a ceremonial date was officially selected for the new emperor’s ascension.
The whole process went exceptionally smoothly.
The obstacles Jiang Dali imagined did not occur at all.
No one from Cihang Jingzhai came to find him.
Yan King Di, still recuperating from serious injuries, did not raise any objections.
The traitorous evil monks from the Pure Thought Zen Sect didn’t reappear either.
All was calm and quiet.
Yet Jiang Dali felt an unusual sense of eerie calm.
But he couldn’t pinpoint the source of this anxiety.
"Are you being overly sensitive and suspicious? Nowadays, everyone knows you’ve appointed Imperial Grandson Yun as the new emperor, holding He’s Jade Disc, which represents the support and will of Cihang Jingzhai.
You have accomplished great feats in calming the chaos, and that’s a qualification all civil and military officials must recognize.
You possess immense strength, and that is your greatest deterrent.
You rescued Imperial Grandson Yun and supported his ascension, and both sentimentally and logically, in principle, there is nothing wrong.
This is already the trend, who else can stop Imperial Grandson Yun from becoming emperor at this time? Absolutely no one!"
On the lake within the Ming Palace, Jiang Dali stood at the bow of the boat, with Murong Qingqing behind him, playing the zither, while Wang Yuyan was haphazardly striking the oar into the water, creating and quickly dispersing whirlpools.
Farther away, eunuchs and palace maids waited on the lake’s shore, ready to serve.
Jiang Dali caressed the Lingshuang Sword in his hand, flicking the blade with his fingertips, producing a resonant sound like a dragon’s roar, and nodded faintly, "Perhaps you’re right, maybe I’m too suspicious, but you must know that two days from now is the day Imperial Grandson Yun ascends the throne.
Once the new emperor is enthroned, the momentum will be irreversible, any attempt at seizing power will be met with narrow odds and condemnation by the nation’s people.
Yan King Di must know this truth, but didn’t voice anything, if he’s not daring enough to contend, it’s fine, Cihang Jingzhai surely knows my purpose in supporting Imperial Grandson Yun’s ascent, why not stop it? This isn’t their style of meddling and claiming to uphold the True Dragon."
Murong Qingqing smiled sweetly, dimples appearing, "Every time those Martial World Fairies come to see you, village chief, they get beaten to the point of spitting blood and running away. If I were them, I wouldn’t want to see you either. What’s so strange about that? If they cannot stop it, and it’s someone from the Zhu family ascending, it’s all the same who ascends."
Jiang Dali shook his head solemnly, "It’s not that simple, don’t forget that He’s Jade Disc is still in my hands, and I have now supported someone they don’t recognize as the True Dragon to ascend, they will definitely have some doubts."
Murong Qingqing was curious, "So what do you plan to do?"
Jiang Dali clasped his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant sunset, "I’ll take a trip to Emperor’s Foot Peak, I want Cihang Jingzhai to acknowledge the new emperor’s status, cutting off Yan King’s hopes, only then can Ming Country’s affairs be considered settled."
As he spoke, Jiang Dali glanced at the panel, where the task "Calming Chaos and Supporting the Dragon" was yet to be settled.
The reason for supporting Imperial Grandson Yun in stabilizing the throne was not just because this emperor is now his puppet.
It’s also because only by stabilizing the throne for the other party, can he receive an exceedingly generous reward.
Otherwise, if these hidden dangers are not dealt with now, they will surely become a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment in the future.
Murong Qingqing was momentarily silent, as if she’d already anticipated Jiang Dali’s decision, she sighed softly, extending her long, graceful hand, plucking the zither strings before her, her sleeves fluttering, her hands producing a series of clear notes, seemingly filled with intense emotions yet performed with a detached and lonely demeanor, interpreting the joys and frustrations of the world’s splendor.
Jiang Dali stood on the boat, letting it drift to the center of the lake, listening to the rise and fall of the zither sound, as if he grasped Murong Qingqing’s intentions, which were almost identical to his own at this moment.
The transformation of the zither sound aptly depicted the intense and tragic scenes of recent battles, followed by solemn and imposing imperial court atmosphere, and the deceitful palace intrigue. Its precise grasp of rhythm and dynamics, with rich variations, showcased top-notch craftsmanship, sometimes like clashing swords and roaring steeds, sometimes deep like morning bells and evening drums, sometimes as intricate as raindrops on a lute, startling at each step...
The matters of the temple solemn and dignified, but lacking the essence of the Martial World, missing friends and wine, missing the passionate clashing of swords and blades, replaced more by invisible mental calculations.
Even amidst such solemn dignity, Jiang Dali could still find carefree freedom, unafraid of anyone daring to provoke him.
But now he indeed felt weary.
Escape!
What he always desired was to escape from rules and bounds!
Murong Qingqing’s zither sound, like a light illuminating his heart, let him realize what he truly wanted.
Not the throne coveted by the world, but the freedom above the throne, beyond the constraints of rules.
The zither sound at this moment transformed, becoming light and swift like flowing water, flying clouds through fire, stormy showers with a free and unrestrained spirit...
"Great zither! Great melody! Great freedom!"
Jiang Dali burst out laughing, turning around, his eyes bright as they looked at Murong Qingqing, "These days in the Imperial Palace, I’ve almost considered myself the Supreme Emperor, feeling utterly uneasy and unable to find the reason, now I found it, this golden nest and silver nest, are still not as good as my bandit’s nest.
Two days later, let’s leave this golden nest and go for a spin!"
Murong Qingqing’s slender jade hands suddenly stopped the zither sound, her lovely face tilted slightly as she looked at Jiang Dali and smiled, "It’s truly commendable that village chief remains so carefree facing the most alluring imperial authority of this era."
"Hahaha! Brother Jiang, it’s good you are leaving, I thought you might stay in this Imperial Palace for a few months and have a few little bandits in the harem."
At this moment, the sound of clothes fluttering accompanied by loud laughter quickly approached.
A silhouette of a rugged man with a sword on his back, employing extraordinary Qinggong, stepping on water from the shore, easily crossing over fifty zhang of water surface and landing like the wind at the stern, revealing himself to be Nie Renwang.
"Brother, where’s my lady?"
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