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Yuan Cheng Ling was quite clear-headed, despite being a bit muddled. "How close is Xia Cheng to us? At a time like this, daring to sit on the fence—does he really think the Second Prince can’t see through it?"
As soon as he said this, the other two immediately snapped back to reality. Indeed, the Crown Prince was far away, while the Second Prince was right in front of them! Even if they wanted to side with the Crown Prince, they had to consider that the Second Prince held the Imperial Sword that could strike first and report later!
It seemed like they had options, but in reality, there were none at all. The three exchanged glances and noticed their companion wearing a bitter smile: "Then it's settled."
Since they were going to board the Second Prince's ship, they should do so decisively, without hesitation or giving anyone leverage against them. "I propose we head to Xia Cheng right now; only then can we show the Second Prince our sincerity."
The County Lieutenant nodded in agreement but added, "Visiting empty-handed is not appropriate."
I had someone report that the Second Prince had previously sent people to Yuan City and there had been some conflict. Upon hearing this, Yuan Cheng Ling's eyes lit up with excitement. "Is that so? What a stroke of luck! Let’s quickly find out more and prepare a gift for the Second Prince!"
Meetings like this one were happening all over Jiangnan, with every county and district within a state hastily making their way toward Xia Cheng.
In Xia Cheng, at the Second Prince's Mansion, Song Qiao received relevant news and rushed to report to Xu Lie. "Your Highness, good news! Various officials from Jiangnan are arriving with their attendants."
They were all eager to accept your invitation on August First to witness the execution of Zhao Jue.
Xu Lie ate his meal in silence, feeling somewhat indifferent about it all. "I see." It wasn't that he didn't appreciate ancient food; at least given his current status, whatever he ate was guaranteed to be fresh.
Lacking many modern seasonings, the taste was just average. For Xu Lie, after the initial novelty of crossing into this world wore off, these meals became just another matter.
As he ate, he unexpectedly thought of Lu Youyou, that silly girl who had shared meals with him. Was this being sentimental?
Determined to stir up trouble across various Script Worlds, why did he suddenly think of that foolish girl?
Strangely enough, Xu Lie did not find this thought unpleasant. If one were to describe it, it would be like a kite that appears to soar freely in the sky, yet is tethered by a string from beginning to end. Everyone longs for freedom and resents such constraints; however, Xu Lie felt he was not like a kite at all. Instead, he likened himself to a giant ship on an endless sea, riding the winds and waves, navigating the world, and stirring up storms. In moments of feeling lost, he suddenly found a safe harbor.
Song Qiao keenly noticed that his lord was in a bad mood and was somewhat at a loss for how to cheer him up. After following Xu Lie for so many days, Song Qiao had come to understand that his lord was an absolute ruler. Recently, he had mainly been focused on clearing land, chopping wood, and shipbuilding related matters. He had no interest in gambling or indulgence; he treated the common people well. It would not be an exaggeration to call him a sage.
If he could ascend to the throne and become emperor, it would indeed be a blessing for the people of the realm. Gradually, Song Qiao, who initially only wanted to repay a debt of gratitude, began to pledge his loyalty.
Seeing his lord in such a mood, Song Qiao couldn't help but want to do something for him: "Would you like me to summon some dancers to perform before your meal?"
"Forget it." Xu Lie recalled that when he first arrived in Xia Cheng, he had watched dances more than three times a day. There were only so many styles; while they possessed a certain classical beauty, watching them too often became tiresome as there were no new variations.
It was like how he used to enjoy foot baths in his past life—once every two weeks was just right; each time left him feeling refreshed. But if he were to have three baths daily, he would soon grow weary of it.
Too much of anything is counterproductive.
After sending Song Qiao away, Xu Lie thought that once he finished with this Cang Hai Jue in the Script World, he might take a look at something else.
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