Peace Order-Chapter 1553 - 17: Honorable Officials and Jumping Clowns
"He is the type of person who doesn’t hide his ambition at all."
"Moreover, his life span is nearing its end."
Li Guanyi’s expression was solemn: "A top-tier Divine General above the Nine Heavens, possibly even at the Half-step Legend realm, is the master of the Turkic steppes, with such status, such strength and support, sitting like a tiger in the Northern lands, overlooking the Central Plains."
"The Great Emperor of the Turkic, whose life span is near its end, commands the greatest Heavy Cavalry under heaven, the Iron Futu."
"Just this description is enough to confirm that a great battle approaches."
Ji Zichang muttered: "The Turkic Great Emperor, whose life span is nearing its end..."
He raised his cup, chuckled lightly and said: "But it doesn’t matter, if you need anything, I can prepare it for you..." Then, Ji Zichang earnestly asked: "Do you need money?"
Li Guan replied: "You still have some?"
Ji Zichang was amused and said: "You think I’m you!"
"No Overlord in the world is as poor as you!"
Prince Qin felt suffocated.
When did this guy’s mouth become so venomous!
Ji Zichang relaxed, pointed at the little princess climbing on Li Guanyi like a jungle gym, and said: "Anyway, this child’s birthday has amassed a lot of money."
Li Guanyi hesitated, and righteously declared: "No matter what!"
"Do you think I should take a child’s birthday gift?!"
Ji Zichang said: "One million seven hundred thousand silver taels."
Prince Qin remained unfazed: "But speaking of which..."
Ji Zichang laughed out loud, his eyebrows dancing.
"Good Prince Qin!!!"
He seemed drunk and said: "But it’s laughable, laughable indeed, that these over a million silver taels, in your hands, can be put to such great use, yet these prominent figures, despite their downfall, can still produce such an amount of silver."
"Huh, I don’t know, whether they regard me this child too highly."
"Or perhaps these distinguished gentlemen are indeed too wealthy!"
Ji Zichang tapped his chopsticks on the wine cup, loudly said:
"Mighty mice, mighty mice, don’t eat my millet! After feeding you for three years, you still won’t return the favor. I shall leave and go to the land of bliss. Blissful land, blissful land, where I can find my peace."
"Mighty mice, mighty mice, don’t eat my wheat! After feeding you for three years, you still won’t be grateful. I shall leave and go to the joyful realm. Joyful realm, joyful realm, where I can find my worth."
"Mighty mice, mighty mice, don’t eat my seedlings! After feeding you for three years, you still won’t care for me. I shall leave and go to the blissful outskirts. Blissful outskirts, blissful outskirts, where I can call forever my home!"
Ji Zichang recited this ancient poem from the Book of Songs several times and said: "In those days, I didn’t understand why the First Generation Master included this [Mighty Mice] poem among the three hundred ancient poems. As a youth, I only felt it was unreasonable. It was just verses about big rats; how could it become the closing piece of [Wei Wind]."
"Now, I finally understand."
Ji Zichang raised his finger, pointing towards the sky, and said:
"Distinguished gentlemen, you are swarming mighty mice!!!"
"The Saint spoke profound truths, which can only now be comprehended..."
Li Guanyi replied: "Rest assured, these people can eventually be sent to Mr. Wen Qingyu."
Ji Zichang had almost forgotten the young strategist who proposed the fierce plan that day. Only after Li Guanyi reminded him did he recall, and then remembered the strategist’s advice –
’Martial Artists of the Martial World, what if extraordinary poison spreads across the land, with heavy-armored troops advancing, sweeping the Martial World clean, trampling it underfoot.’
’Thus, the forces of Martial Artists would be greatly diminished, and the world would be much more stable than before. Martial Artists rely on their martial skills to defy authority; the state’s laws treat killing as grave evil, whereas in the Martial World, knights are revered by the people.’
’Such persons attain fame across the realm, yet defy the ruler’s laws; in doing so, the ruler’s decrees become ineffective, the family and nation’s dignity fades, it is necessary to purge the Martial World to rectify the nation’s dignity.’
Back then, it only felt cold and grim.
But now as Ji Zichang revisits this strategy, he suddenly realizes that what then seemed ruthless and cruel is now actually not much; at that time, it was almost the best option –
To kill a chicken to scare monkeys, executing Martial Artists according to Wen He’s strategy, killing some, gathering others, initially establishing the ruler’s prestige, while truly mastering a sword of his own.
Ji Zichang stood lost in thought for a long time, murmuring: "Could one foresee the current situation three or four years ago? What seemed a ruthless plan at the time was actually the best choice, if not followed, it would lead only to boiling, a pathway to demise."
"What extraordinary talent!"
Ji Zichang drank gloomily, saying: "But even with such great talent, in the face of this situation, facing those prominent figures, what use is there?"
Li Guanyi thought for a moment and said: "This person also has another name."
Ji Zichang asked: "What?"
Li Guanyi answered: "Northwest Yan Daiqing!"
The current Red Emperor gasped in cold air, and solemnly stood in respect: "Yan Daiqing!"
"I apologize, I apologize."
Li Guanyi:"..."
He could only feel relieved that Yan Daiqing wasn’t there, otherwise, the furious Jiangnan Gentleman might not swing the iron fist of the civil officials to beat Ji Zichang, but would definitely suppress such anger to punch Mr. Wen He.
Although he usually did just that.
Li Guanyi and Ji Zichang leisurely discussed the world over drinks, and after several rounds of wine, Ji Zichang suddenly asked: "Do you know why they regard this child so highly?"
Li Guanyi was removing the particularly affectionate little girl from himself when he heard and asked: "What?"
Ji Zichang softly said: "Because, this is the last offspring of mine, the Red Emperor, remaining in the royal family records in the world, the sole seedling of the Red Emperor’s line, naturally different."
Li Guanyi replied: "Indeed it is."
He took the little girl down.
Holding her garments, the little girl started walking in the void in mid-air.
Li Guanyi grinned and Prince Qin threatened a little toddler, saying: "If you pee, I’ll spank you."
Little Princess: "Ee ah ah!!!!"
Ji Zichang watched this scene and suddenly smiled lightly, saying:
"Why not."
"You become her godfather, how about it?"
