Chapter 160: Dispute
The capital.
The minor disturbance regarding the seizure of the Prince of Qi's consort's dowry had long since passed.
Over the past few days, news of a "civil uprising" originating from the Qi territory swept through the entire capital.
Ordinary citizens merely viewed it as a spectacle:
A civil uprising?
In the newly established Dayu Dynasty, the realm was at peace, and a golden era was within reach... Yet, a popular revolt had broken out in the hardly remote territory of Qi?
Was this not a joke?
It must be that corrupt officials had exploited the people too severely, thereby driving the common laborers—
The Eldest Princess smiled gently. Using a fraction of the residual knowledge from psychology and micro-expression elective courses she had studied during her university days in her past life, Yingshu confirmed that the Eldest Princess's smile was genuine, and only then did she feel at ease.
Look, in the eyes of foreign scholars, during the Wanli era of the Ming Dynasty, the common people were actually wealthy enough to drink alcohol instead of water. If they couldn't even eat their fill and had to "eat chaff and drink thin gruel," would it be so exaggerated as to replace water with wine?
"Perhaps the Emperor is hesitating whether to keep it for himself or bestow it upon one of his sons..." The speaker covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
At this moment, Yun Pavilion was still brightly lit. Chu Junlan quietly slipped up to the second floor and found that the banquet had already dispersed, the Second Prince had also left, and the servants of Yun Pavilion were cleaning the main hall.
I was the last one to return again. Piling various snacks generously onto the table, the sisters had a hearty feast to finish them all off, and then went to sleep. Having eaten too much in the evening, I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the restroom. Fangfang, who was also waking up for the night in the next room, was scared to death by my appearance of having loose hair and wearing a newly bought white long nightgown.
Upon entering the palace, riding in carriages was no longer permitted. Each person was distributed a wide-brimmed hooded cloak that concealed their attire, figure, and appearance. The Princess led the way, and the palace attendants, long accustomed to the Princess's whimsical ideas, simply assumed the Princess had found some new amusement and respectfully stepped aside to let them pass.
The Senior Brother's bedding had distinct masculine characteristics: dark gray fitted sheets and a deep blue duvet cover. Having presumably prepared in advance, as soon as I lay down, there was a faint, clean scent of laundry soap. I poked my head out from under the covers, and once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I took in the Senior Brother's bedroom by the moonlight.
However, he did not wish to trace the origins of these emotions; in this world, there were always some matters that defied conventional logic.
Spider legs suddenly burst forth from the ground like sharp spikes—four pitch-black spider legs in succession, piercing toward the spot where the three of them had gathered with a speed that easily sliced through the air.
Phantom Dream had been lying on the table sleeping until noon, and was only woken up by Phil and Han Jiang after they got up.
Just as he was thinking of going to the mess hall to get some meat to replenish his energy, he caught sight of a familiar figure striding over from the far end of the training ground.
Ming Zhao and Ming Tong not only popularized the knowledge of secular ancient martial families to Ming Cong and Qu Ying, but also detailed the verification results of the three types of pills, making special mention of Zhang Ziyuan who tested the mutated medicinal bath pill. Ming Zhao offered him much praise, and even Ming Tong held high hopes for Zhang Ziyuan's future achievements.
The scenery of Dream Village gradually became clear, and Han Jiang, Night Wind, and Phil—who was holding her and tightly gripping her right hand—could all be seen with absolute clarity.
Of course, he had no way of knowing that Luo Jinhang analyzed the matter based on her understanding of Zhao Ji. As a subject, how many people truly understood the Emperor?
"Heh, want to know how we extricated ourselves and completed the mission?" Wen Shutong sneered.
"The matter of Qianxun shall be put aside for the time being. Summoning all of you here today is for the matter of the supreme leader's empowerment." Zi Tianyun looked calmly at the crowd, his gaze lingering on Qingyang for a few seconds.
There were no more demonic beasts nearby, which was why Flatt dared to be distracted and greet Phantom Dream.
"How about going out for tea?" Qingyang's eyes widened instantly, as if a new window had been thrown open in his heart. Unexplained feelings surged wildly from the depths of his soul, instantly upending his entire mind.
Everyone's eyes widened at that moment, especially the Qiyan Tiger, whose gaze harbored a profound and fierce madness—the expression that only appeared when encountering a mortal enemy from its memories.