Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 970 - 499: Prince Consort

Imperial Music Bureau...

Alas, there’s nothing much to say about the Imperial Music Bureau, just the accompaniment of lantern blossoms with water hues, the fragrance of fat listening to the sound of pulp. Speak too much and the Heavenly Dao might come after you, better to cut straight to the point.

"Hee hee, don’t leave, little lady, come play with grandpa!"

Tie Dan smeared with five fingers, hooked the Spirit Silk, retrieving the Flying Knife that had pierced through the playboy’s skull, while simultaneously blocking the wound with a Puppet Talisman, preventing splashing blood from staining his body.

Then he pinched the formula and conjured, controlling the corpse, slinging the shoulders against himself, two people huddled together, like a human shawl and shield carried at his side. From afar, it seemed as if a graceful maid was being forced by a drunken man, hugging and entangled, seamlessly blending into the crowd, smoothly infiltrating the Water Pavilion dance boat to search.

Immortal Fate is inherently elusive, let alone searching for a long-lost secret treasure. Tie Dan can only calculate the general area; the rest is wandering and hoping to trigger some fateful encounter or special event.

"... This matter may not necessarily be the Demon Sect’s doing; no force could watch the court’s relations with the Mystic Sect ease. So many Heavenly Materials Treasures, everyone would have motivation to act. Maybe it’s just some people watching the store and stealing..."

"No matter who did it, why doesn’t the Mystic Sect intervene? Those are materials to be sent to Cloud Platform, right? Is it just allowed for the Demon Sect to snatch them away?"

"Hmph, those mountain savages, what virtue do they have, gentlemen? Greedy, shameless!

The logic is simple. If they acted right then and retrieved the things, they would still be gifts from our Immortal Palace to Cloud Platform Peak, just getting one or two tokens of appreciation at most.

But if they wait for it to be taken, stirred and shaken clean without a trace, and then act, what they snatch back will all be their own things."

Absolutely right.

Tie Dan immediately carried the shawl to the corner of the tavern, eavesdropping on a group of Gate Valve offspring pointing at the country.

"Alas, turbulent times, these things probably can’t be retrieved, we can only reassemble a batch of tributes and submit them."

"Hmph, with years of war disasters, rampant bandits, unchecked corruption, the national treasury is empty now, and that person above still won’t spare the inner treasury, expecting money to fall from the sky?"

Again, they are right; these few have some insight, not just ordinary playboys...

Tie Dan casually pulled out the playboy’s purse, ordered a pot of fine brew, pretended to offer it to his shawl, but actually drank himself.

"Can only rely on the Vassal Lord’s dowry. I heard the Commandery Princess of Lanling entered the city today, so the Weng Lord Princesses of the Zhen Xun Li Kun Four Countries are all here.

If a strong vassal can be selected for marriage, and a few wealthy families’ daughters taken as concubines, assembling it all, not only could the mountain tributes be covered, but perhaps military pay for quelling rebellion could be secured."

"How could it be that simple? Nowadays, the court completely relies on the General of the Southern Expedition to support. Their family might not compete for the Three Ministers, but would never hand over the position of Four Queens. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Moreover, the Eldest Princess is also migrating south and was captured by the Mountain Man Demon Path. Which means marriage ties between the Wang Family and the clan have been severed.

And I’ve heard, this generation of the Wang Family has no Empress to receive the Heavenly Destiny, how could they let strong vassals and famous gates take advantage and hand over the Ziwei Constellation’s great throne."

"What do they plan to do? Take in an adopted daughter?"

"Hard to say, this is a position among Four Queens and Eight Concubines; if there’s no one from the family, it’s too unsafe. Furthermore, the Great General was assassinated in the street, the Empress Dowager passed in the deep palace, the incidents were too strange, who knows which family is scheming in the background. Maybe someone already plans to target the Wang Family, so the Marquis Wu Chang forced the court to relocate from the Capital to the south."

"Truly turbulent times, if the Immortal Gate fights at this juncture, everyone could really bow north."

"Watch and see, this matter will surely stir, not resolved without further entanglement, it won’t be concluded easily."

"Alas, the situation of the world today is precarious, where’s the room left for these foreign relatives to struggle for power and victory.

I’ve heard the General of Cavalry has repeatedly submitted reports, claiming the rebel army is mobilizing on a large scale, requesting immediate negotiation with the Mystic Sect for reinforcements.

Moreover, the Yingchuan line is a battlefront without defensible terrain, the northern cavalry advances swiftly, military mobilization and construction unprepared, likely to be defeated piecemeal.

Should retreat to the Jiangdu line and gather, relying on waterways and marshes for defense, but the court turns a blind eye..."

"Haha, of course they ignore it. The current strategy is set by the General of the Southern Expedition, who dares speak for Cavalry?

Not fighting and fleeing, retreating and abandoning ground, and losing the heartland of Central Plains, the fertile land, who dares bear the responsibility.

As long as there’s any soldier to hold the front line, the farther the battle line is, the better.

Let’s assume the worst, that we must defend Jiangdu to the end, where do you let the officials escape to? Build huts by Yunmeng Swamp?"

"Don’t say retreating to Yunmeng, even fighting to Kunchuan Ba Shu! However battle to Li Country Southern Border! Twelve Countries Empire, ancestral foundation! Hand it over to others?"

Suddenly a young person nearby, fueled by alcohol, rose and slammed the table, stepping forward to speak,

"The nation nurtures talents for a hundred years, now is the time to serve the court and build a career! Instead of empty talking here, why not pick up your pens and enlist, go to the front and kill enemies!"

Those gentlemen initially intended to listen to his argument, but seeing his hemp and short clothes, grass sandals, hair disheveled, without a single jade, realized he was a poor scholar from a humble background, turned away unwilling to converse.