Chapter Fifty-Five: Spring
mbarrassed themselves by making a scene. They all directly flew up the mountain.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Halfway through the path, a group of people just ahead...“Elder Jiang Ge has accomplished another great feat! Leading alongside Elder Chongxuan, Qin Zhishen, as well as General Ji Zhaonan of Qi and Prince Yingwu of Qin, they besieged and killed the Asura King Huang Ye Yu at Yu Yuan, solidifying the Great Wall's defense line!”
In the Baiyijing Restaurant, someone was loudly proclaiming with joy and pride.
Several young prodigies have achieved illustrious feats of glory in the battlefields created by Yu Yuan. During this period, they have soared across vast distances and their achievements have been proclaimed everywhere.
This is truly an amazing feat!
Of course, the focus of transmission will vary slightly in different places.
For example, the state of Qi would emphasize figures like Ji Zhaonan and wouldn't be stingy with praise for several members of Tai Xu Pavilion. Of course, the state of Qin would highlight Prince Yingwu. The other powerful states wouldn't make a special point of promoting themselves; Jing Guo is still preoccupied with the Dragon Crossing incident.
If it were truly to be sent to Jing, Mu and other places, I would only mention a few words about Elder Jiang Ge — after all, he is the only one who is not affiliated with any party.
As for this place, Xingyue Yuan, only Elder Jiang Ge could be considered the main force. Other elders followed suit due to their similar status, and even generals and princes were relegated to supporting roles. Everyone else was left with nothing but waiting.
Baiyu Jing Restaurant never expands outward or builds power, but it inevitably becomes a symbol of Xingyueyuan through its subtle influence.
Zhu Wei returned from practicing martial arts with Chu Yao and casually threw a letter on the counter: "Your letter, sent from Yue Guo. I just met the messenger and helped you pick it up."
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Bai Yu's eyes lifted from the ledger as she took the letter, a puzzled look on her face. "Who sent this"
He only went back to see his family not long ago.
"I don't know about that, who would dare to tamper with your Bai Guanjia's letter—" Zhu Wei patted Chu Yao: "Go upstairs and practice calligraphy."
Zhu Yao immediately obeyed and went upstairs.
As for the tasks assigned by his teachers, whether it was cultivation or study, he always completed them without any reservation.
Then Wei Yi, regardless of everything else, went to the backyard by herself to chop firewood for the day.
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As he approached the firewood shed, he suddenly stopped short, his hand shooting out to grasp the rifle.
The door creaked open despite there being no wind.
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In the woodshed, a person sat.
He sat stiffly on the haystack, his breath suspended. There was a chilling sense of stillness about him, like that of a log come to life, perfectly integrated into the scene. He seemed as though he were merely another felled tree. Only when he saw me, Zhū Wéi-wǒ, did he open his eyes.
The Mohism school of thought, the art of divination.
"Congratulations, brother! It seems you'll be getting your true love very soon. This is truly a cause for celebration!" His words were laced with joy and contained a noble air.
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I wish you looked at him expressionlessly: "Is something the matter"
"I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Xi Ming, and I'm a disciple of the Mo family. I once traveled the world of Floating Clouds with Elder Jiang Ge, witnessing the legacy of our revered ancestor Mu Han Gong. We were quite close."
Wei alone said calmly: "What's your relationship to me It has nothing to do with me. Even if we wear the same pants, we each have our own lives."
The ploy I had intended to use through Jiang Wang was instantly abandoned as I changed my tone: "It does indeed concern Brother Zhu."
He stressed, "It's very urgent."
Zhi Wei unconsciously took a step forward, finally wavering the ancient well's unmoving eyes: "What do you mean"
"Don't think too much about it." Xi Mèng quickly explained, "It has nothing to do with Miss Huang. She is doing well now and very free. On behalf of Ju Cheng, I guarantee her safety."
I stood my ground: "Whether she's doing well or not is her feeling, not yours."
Xi Mie sighed: "That case has long been solved. The culprit, Zhuang Gaixian, died a long time ago. Brother Zhu, the misunderstanding between us is time to be cleared up! If those involved were aware after death and saw that we two sides were still being manipulated, unable to reconcile until now, wouldn't they laugh at our resurrection"
Since what they called "urgent" had nothing to do with Huang Jinmo, Zhu Wei's voice turned colder: "I've already told Lu Zhenjun the same thing. You telling me this is pointless. Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, Huang Jinmo knows how she feels. If she thinks there's no problem, then I have no problem either."
Fate couldn't help but say, "But you can influence her. Perhaps you're the only one in the world who can resolve this—"
"If there's nothing else—" Zhu Wei interrupted him, "Go ahead!"
Feeling Wei Yi's unrestrained aura, Xi Mò silently closed his mouth. He jumped down from the firewood pile and turned to leave.
But before leaving, he still said: "Although your attitude is so stubborn, the Mohist's goodwill still wants you to know. I came here, indeed with a reminder - the state of Zhuang may soon have changes. I know that is your homeland, and there may be some old friends there, which is why I made this trip."
After saying that, he didn't look at how Zhu Wei reacted and left on his own.
Lien Yuchan had just come down from the second floor when she heard Bai Yuxia say, "Look at the wine shop, I'm going out for a bit."
"Where are you off to again" Lian Yuchang hadn't finished her sentence when she looked up and saw no one.
She didn't care, sauntered up to the counter and casually reached for the ledger—but the drawer wouldn't budge, having been secretly locked at some point.
"The shop clerk is really careful."
As I was pondering whether to pick the lock or the safe, I glanced up and saw Zhu Wei walk past the counter. "I'm going out for a bit," she said.
"Oh, okay." Lian Yuchang replied casually, but then she sensed something was wrong. "Eh"
She instantly remembered the last time a True One was slain. Everyone in the tavern had gone, including that Rong Guo woodcutter, leaving her alone inside. And this time, the host had just slain a Shura King at Yu Yuan...
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She hurriedly drew her sword and rushed out of the building: “What are you sneaking off to again!”
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But where was there any sign of human beings
These people haven't learned anything else, but their footwork is faster than the last.
A frost-colored cloak swept past.
But it was Chu Yao who heard the sound, excitedly jumping down from the upstairs and making a loud noise. Behind him was a cloak imitating a sword fairy's robe, with one hand holding a sword, he excitedly said: "What's up What are we going to do"
Lian Yuchun pointed at him with her finger: “Jump back.”
Chu Yao's smile on her face instantly disappeared, but she really just pulled herself up like a weed and jumped back to the study.
It is springtime, and all things are burgeoning with life.
On the Xingyue Plain, flowers were in full bloom, a vibrant and beautiful sight. In Zhongshan Nation, there was a joyous betrothal ceremony, simple yet dignified. Meanwhile, ten thousand miles away in Zhuang Nation, there was an air of solemnity.
Once the chill of spring arrives, it is more unbearable than the frost of winter.
The lanterns in Xincheng were hung with early dew, and a light frost adorned the hair of passersby.
Li Jianqiu sat quietly on the stone steps in the courtyard, thinking back to the New Year's Eve three years ago. Back then, he had told Du Yexi that all their efforts over the years had only proven one thing: they couldn't solve the problem of Kai脈丹. Everything else was just trivial details, no matter how much they trimmed them, it wouldn't help. In the end, they would be left with a rotten tree and an old one.
At that time, Dulan Tiger said, "We have to try again."
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Now I find myself at the end of my rope.
Last year, he spent New Year's Eve on national affairs and didn't remember what he ate. He only remembered that there was a commotion in the nest area by the river, and finally, Lord Qingjiang Shui paid with silver to subsidize it, pacifying the people's resentment.
In recent years, similar things have been happening more and more.
A highly idealized new policy, conceived as perfect, revealed numerous flaws in its implementation. As the influence of Zhuang Gaoxian's downfall gradually waned, the problems with the new policy were magnified exponentially.
There's no chance to try again...
Opposition to the new policies within the court and among the people has grown increasingly vocal, finally forming an unstoppable wave that has swept across this nation. Today is the day of the coup.
It was a coup that had been planned in advance, and he had anticipated it.
Although the elders' political tactics were shrewd, they ultimately failed because their new policies did not achieve the expected success. Therefore, there is no blame to be placed on them for reaching this point.
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Within the political circles, there was a sudden shift overnight. The new party collapsed without much resistance, with few sticking to their beliefs.
It's not that after five years in power, they didn't even have any confidantes. It was the political failures that led them to directly relinquish their power.
From beginning to end, what they were all vying for wasn't power itself. It was the opportunity to reform the country.
They had the opportunity, but they didn't seize it.
Ideal is like stars filling the sky, reality is a jagged and diseased skeleton.
In the morning, a cold wind whipped up at the edges of his clothes. Taōzhī Jiàn lay silently beside him. Lí Jiànqiū held a piece of paper in his hand — this sort of article has spread throughout all the realms of Zhāngguó.
He held the paper and read softly: "The territory is divided into districts, with each district subdivided into ranks. Ruthless and shameless, they classify people as animals! This crime alone is unforgivable."
This is a very bad reputation.
He fell silent for a moment, then sighed: "The districting into 'nests' and 'non-nests' has indeed bred disparities, stratification. The so-called 'fair distribution' has failed to achieve fairness. The national policy of 'water flowing does not stagnate' is ultimately just self-contained boundaries, hindering communication. After five years of governance, we have even given rise to 'nest citizens'! This is the fault of the prime minister!"
What he regrets most in recent years is the creation of the “nest dwellers” class after the internal division. Those who suffered the most during this country’s toughest times are all left in the Nest District.
According to their original idea, the people in the Nest District should have been those who strived and were eager to seize opportunities. But in the end, the people who remained in the Nest District were those who had no other options.
Li Jianqiu read again: “Weakness in foreign affairs, no deterrence from the four quarters. Servile flattery to others, a great loss of national dignity! This is a crime of the second degree.”
Since the Zhuang Kingdom changed its era name to "Qiming," it has indeed ushered in a period of peace, with no wars on all sides and tranquility on the borders. However, many people also feel that during the reign of Zhuang Gaoxian, the Zhuang Kingdom swept across all directions, defeating anyone they wanted, even repeatedly subjugating Yong Country, displaying an overwhelming aura of power. Now, the court is considered too weak, which leaves those with ambition feeling a lack of national pride as a great power.
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Li Jianqiu pondered for a moment before finally admitting, "Last year when hostilities broke out with the neighboring country, the Great General wanted to wage war. I went there to negotiate and while I did manage to quell the conflict, I also inadvertently overlooked the grievances of the border people. Calling me 'kowtowing and flattering' isn't entirely inaccurate."
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He had always lived simply. In the vast Duke’s Mansion, there were not many servants to begin with, and now they were all dismissed. At this moment, the courtyard was deserted. In this misty morning, there was a palpable chill in the air.
Li Jianqiu's voice continued, "Seeking fame and fortune, reducing production to open veins, unable to offer it to the country, and harming the foundation of the country. This crime is threefold!"
This matter is nothing to say much about. Reducing beast lairs was the core policy of the Xinming New Deal, and since the new deal failed, this policy naturally became a point of blame.
His eyes drooped slightly: "Treacherous and shameless, servile and flattering, greedy for fame and harming the country—these three charges are truly unforgivable. He deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces!"
The wind blew the pages of the book, as if in response.
He held the thin piece of paper steady and continued to read: "His crimes are four—"
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Creak.
The courtyard gate creaked open.
Zhang Ren, the former National Highway Institute's sacrificial wine master and current chairman of the elder council, appeared outside the institute.
He interrupted Li Jianqiu's self-reflection, looking at the young Xiangguo with complex eyes and sighing: "It's all over, child."
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The best prime minister in the Zhuang Kingdom was Du Ruhui, and his best successor was Dong Ai. Then Li Jianqiu took over from Dong Ai.
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As the wine-sacrificer of the National Academy, Zhang Ren couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.
But as the chairman of the Elders' Council, Zhang Ren couldn't allow himself too many emotions.
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The Zhuang Kingdom royal family is gone, now he only represents the Dao Kingdom.
Li Jianqiu put down the 'charges' in his hand and looked at Zhang Ren: "Elder Zhang, how many bolts of lightning will there be"
Zhang Renda said, "According to the decision of the Elder Council—Prime Minister Li Jianqiu is banished, General Du Yecho resigns, and Lord Shui Song Qingyue abdicates. The new policies are abolished."
The last part was as expected, the rest were all unexpected.
Li Jianqiu raised an eyebrow: "Changes in the court are major events. Don't they need a few heads to atone In times of great upheaval, there is no change without bloodshed."
"No need," Zhang Ren looked at him, "You are free."
This elder statesman of the empire, added: "This is the freedom your teacher has always been unable to obtain."
“The freedom he failed to obtain, I too have failed to obtain.” Li Jianqiu smiled: “Is it really such freedom”
He let the wind scatter his sweat and loosened his grip, allowing the paper with the charges to float freely in the air.
Suddenly seizing the peach branch, he crossed his blade at her throat!
Zhang Ren struck out with his hand and split the sword in two, preventing him from committing suicide.
"What are you doing" Zhang Ren asked, frowning.
Li Jianqiu solemnly said, “I am the prime minister of Zhuang State, bearing the responsibility of governing. My way has been denied, and I should die for it.”
Zhang Ren shook his head. "You can't die."
Li Jianqiu asked in confusion, "You know my aspirations and are not stingy with my life. Why"
Zhang Ren remained silent.
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After a moment of eye contact, Li Jianqiu let out a soft "ah" and said, “I know why now.”
“Since you know, then let's go, far away from here.” Zhang Ren turned and left.
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“Will you govern the country better now that it’s your turn” Li Jianqiu shouted from behind him.
This is a simple example.
"What is good and what is bad depends on who you ask." Zhang Ren didn't look back. "I think it would be better. But maybe you don't agree."
“Do the people agree!” Li Jianqiu pressed.
Zhang Ren finally stopped, shook his head, and walked forward: "Do the people agree with you"
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Li Jianqiu opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.
The Xinan Xiangfu (office of the governor) still retains its original appearance from that year.
The Qingjiang Water Mansion, it's no longer as lavish as it used to be.
It's not that the Qingjiang Water Clan is particularly impoverished now. In recent years, with the implementation of new policies promoting peace and commerce, the people in Zhuang Kingdom have more money in their hands. The prosperity of the Water Clan has also reached unprecedented heights.
But the contemporary Shui Jun does not enjoy extravagance. He often spends his money on building houses in good locations, but his own palace is not well-maintained. After years of neglect, it naturally appears less magnificent.
At this time, Song Qingyue stood outside the palace gate, while Song Qingzhi stood beside her, graceful and elegant.
A little way from the palace gate, two squads of Jinxing Division cultivators and several county officials stood. The magistrate of Qingjiang County stood even farther away.
Song Qingyue raised her eyes and said, "Lord Prefect, are you here to oversee my execution"
The magistrate of Qingjiang County stepped back and said in a low voice, "I dare not."
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Song Qingyue asked, "Are they here to arrest me"
The magistrate of Qingjiang said, "You are so distinguished and noble, you shouldn't be treated this way."
"To kill or not to kill, to arrest or not to arrest." Song Qingyue asked, "How did the Elders arrange it"
The magistrate of Qingjiang declared, "Brother and sister Shui can leave, but the aquatic creatures of Qingjiang cannot move. This is our bottom line."
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"To seize my family's clan and yet spare my life." Song Qingyue grinned, "How strange! Has there ever been such a power grab in history"
The magistrate of Qingjiang lowered his voice: "We've all seen your contributions over the past few years..."
Song Qingyao pondered for a moment, then asked, "What about Du Yexiao"
The magistrate of Qingjiang remained silent. The head of the Jixing Division beside him spoke up: “General Du can leave, but the soldiers cannot move. This is the bottom line.”
Song Qingyue seemed to understand, letting out a wry smile: "When one ascends to enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs share in the glory."
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