Chapter 155: Need to Coax the Regent
“Regent King…”
“Your Majesty.”
On the way to the Royal Court, their gazes collided briefly in the snowy field.
Wei Wanlan averted his eyes with a guilty conscience, mumbling that he was fine.
Right now, he was riding Su Jingzhiâs tall horse. The Regent King had not only found him a very thick garment and draped it over him, wrapping him up like an Emperor-brand zongzi (sticky rice dumpling), but was also leading the horse for him.
When the horse was being led, it was certainly not as bumpy.
Wei Wanlanâs lingering fear had also diminished a lot since coming ashore just now.
Now, observing Su Jingzhi from this high vantage point on horseback, he found that the bone lines of the Regent Kingâs profile were very sharp. His gaze was restrained, and his thin lips were pressed tight.
He couldn’t help feeling even more guilty.
Sometimes he had strong empathy. Using this trait, he sensed a very, very low pressure surrounding the Regent King.
He recalled when he was most helpless on the frozen river, staring distantly at the Regent King who came to the rescueâthe Regent Kingâs reason, and his breath, seemed to have been snatched away in an instant.
He realized the fear the Regent King felt at that moment. He was afraid of losing him.
No one knew he was bound to the Sage Emperor Cultivation System. Surrounded by so many Turkic soldiers on the river, it was hard to imagine he could escape, right?
Wei Wanlanâs dragon head drooped slightly, sighing softly.
Just as he was depressed about how to break the ice, the horse stopped.
Before Wei Wanlan appeared a cluster of continuous felt tents amidst the gale and snow. The scale was even grander than the Yin Mountain Camp; it was the settlement of the Turkic people.
The Turkic Royal Court.
The blizzard blurred the line between heaven and earth.
The troops occupied the Turkic Royal Court unexpectedly smoothly!
Because the current Turkic Royal Court was already leaderless.
The nobles were unwilling to submit to Ashina’s rule anymore. Ashina Shali himself had fled west, his life or death uncertain. He no longer had the qualifications to be the Turkic hegemon. As for his last wish to have Ashina Hebo succeed the throne, the Turkic nobles naturally refused to comply.
Internal strife broke out in the Royal Court.
Several noble factions fought each other for the right to speak.
Ironically, the noble wars caused casualties daily, but the situation was brought under control because of the arrival of the Great Wei monarch.
The remaining Turkic nobles discovered they couldn’t fight the Wei army, which was covered in a murderous bloody aura. They were even more surprised that Wei actually had the audacity to have a little Emperor descend from the sky to personally take charge of the situation. Not wanting to struggle pointlessly, they surrendered one after another.
So Wei Wanlan moved into the Khan’s Golden Tent.
The conditions in the military camp were simple, so no grand ceremony was held. Moreover, considering the domestic situation, Wei Wanlan didn’t plan to publicize the fact that he had moved to the Turkic territory long ago. The transfer of power was silent and gentle, causing no extreme reaction from the Turkic side. Low profile had its benefits.
The Khanâs Golden Book was in the tent, usually guarded by a special person and kept in a gold treasure box. Since they surrendered, the Golden Book had to be handed over to the Great Wei Emperor, so Wei Wanlan got the book.
He opened it; inside was dense Turkic script, and there were handprints on it.
He guessed this was the written agreement made when the various tribes accepted Ashina Shali as Khan. This object was the symbol of the Turkic Khan.
Then…
If he obtained this item, did it prove that Mission Three was completed?
With some excitement, Wei Wanlan shook the book in his palm with trembling fingers.
The familiar system prompt sound came:
ăHost has significantly advanced Mission Three again.ă
Eh?
Wei Wanlan blinked his doe eyes.
The Khan’s Golden Book was right in his hand. He put it back on the table. He acutely caught that the system said “advanced” this time, which was very strange.
Does this mean that pacifying internal troubles isn’t finished?
“Your Majesty, the Iron Mountain Camp has been fully garrisoned. The troop supply line will soon open up through the entire Turkic Khanate. In less than half a month, our forces can completely control the Turkic borders.”
That was a soldier coming into the military tent to report. He had probably reported the situation to the Regent King in real-time just now.
Wei Wanlan nodded.
The soldier reported again: “General Tang has been treated by military doctors since entering the Royal Court and is out of danger.”
That was good. Tang Tuan was a very honest and kind person.
Wei Wanlan ordered, “Does he need medicine? If he needs it, Zhen brought medicine.” An Ruyi had prepared it for him.
Soldier: “Although the march was hasty, there are still reserves of medicine.”
“Good.”
After dealing with various handover matters in the Golden Tent, he was busy from early morning until the afternoon.
Wei Wanlan rubbed his eyes. He was certain the Sage Emperor Cultivation System absolutely wouldn’t judge his task as complete. Wei Wanlan put the Golden Book back into the box, baffled for a moment, not knowing how to progress the mission next, so he had to let it go for now.
Outside the Khan’s Golden Tent, the wind still howled.
Wei Wanlan turned around, stretched, and felt a little hungry.
At this moment, a soreness that made him almost unable to stand suddenly rose from his bones. Sleepiness came so frequently recently. Marching was difficult; he felt he was tired and wanted to go out for a walk.
As soon as he lifted the tent curtain, snow flurries hit his face.
Wei Wanlan closed his eyes tight, adjusting for a long time before slowly opening them. Water droplets hung on his eyelashes.
Seeing the Emperor exit the tent, a soldier hurriedly held up an umbrella for him. Snow pellets bounced cracklingly on the umbrella surface.
Wei Wanlan tilted his head back, blinking his eyes, inexplicably finding it a bit fun.
“The victory banquet will be held in the side hall of the Royal Court in the evening. It’s still early; does His Majesty wish to take his seat now?”
The side halls were grand structures beside the Golden Tent, also felt tents. There were two, one on the left and one on the right, guarding the Golden Tent like stars.
Wei Wanlan looked into the distance and saw bonfires and cooking smoke. He estimated that if he went there now, it would be a scene of cooking. Turkic local cuisine mostly involved wood and charcoal grilling, but Wei Wanlan hadn’t forgotten that he couldn’t stand the smell of smoke recently.
Better not feel sick again…
So he decided to go to the banquet later, waiting for the smoke to dissipate.
Wei Wanlan said to the soldier, “Accompany Zhen for a walk.”
“Obey the decree.”
“Where is the Regent King?”
“He is tracking the whereabouts of the Turkic Khan with the generals and reorganizing the Turkic army. The Prince will attend the banquet in the evening.”
Then see him at the banquet.
Wei Wanlan hadn’t forgotten the shock and astonishment his rash action brought to Su Jingzhi. The Regent King saved him regardless of personal safety; Su Jingzhi cared about him that much. He couldn’t unilaterally consume the Regent Kingâs kindness. He had to take care of the Regent Kingâs emotions.
…Coax him.
How to coax him?
Wei Wanlan strolled through the tent jungle of the Royal Court, his small face slightly hot. Whenever he thought of the Regent King, layers of warmth would surface.
Need to find a way to coax the Regent King.
Whether at the victory banquet or elsewhere.
Several plans brewed in his little head. Wei Wanlan quickly considered how to implement them, thinking so abstractly that he didn’t see the main road and the fork clearly. In his field of vision, he bumped into a Turkic noble covered in glistening gold ornaments, holding a horsewhip:
“Izdi, Bamake, Suratinu Ale…”
With the horsewhip pointing obliquely, several robust servants shouted loudly, whipping a group of people whose wrists were tied in a string, driving them forward.
This group of people varied in size. The large ones were old men with messy white hair; the small ones were children not yet of age. They were all gagged, their skin exposed to the ice and snow frozen red-purple, their eyes holding a desperate look like walking corpses.
Wei Wanlan froze.
His gaze met the eyes of one of the children. He was touched by the fleeting light in the child’s pupils, and his steps paused in place.
He had accidentally entered the private territory of an individual noble inside the Royal Court. In this aspect, the Turkic Royal Court was absolutely different from Chang’an. The construction industry was weak, and barbarian customs were mixed; walking along, one would end up in front of someone’s house.
Wei Wanlan was just about to speak.
Unexpectedly, that Turkic noble fell to his knees entirely in front of him. Having been arrogant just a moment ago, now a huge person lay prone in the snowdrift, quickly smashing a large depression in the snow surface.
“Emperor, Your Majesty, quell your anger!” The Turkic nobleâs voice trembled. The gold ornaments all over his body made a shattering sound with the movement. He spoke in unskilled Central Plains official dialect, trying hard to smile at the Emperor.
“Boro did not know the Emperor, Your Majesty, would descend upon my felt tent, causing this group of slaves to dirty Your Majestyâs bright eyes. I hope Your Majesty forgives my mistake.”
He wondered if the Turkic language had a lot of adjectives?
Causing this “Pineapple” (Boro) to be unaccustomed to speaking Great Wei language?
Wei Wanlan instantly changed from an intruder to an inspector. The Turks revered power. Wei Wanlan only had to dutifully play the role of the hegemon Emperor:
“Tell Zhen what is going on.”
Wei Wanlan referred to the slaves here.
The glistening “Pineapple” had no guilt in his tone, but felt this matter was somewhat undignified. His answer was much more concise:
“No supplies, heavy snow, exiling some slaves.”
Men could do hard labor, women could reproduce, only the old and children were useless. Boro felt he was spending extra money.
But with the vast wind and snow outside, they had no possessions and not even a bit of strength. Leaving the Royal Court, what was it but death?
Wei Wanlan met the gaze of the gagged child in the slave team again. The child’s eyes suddenly flashed with lightâit was tears.
Wei Wanlan thought of the puppies with bright pupils in his dream, and his heart inexplicably softened abnormally in that instant.
He had no intention of preaching to Boro; Turkic slavery had been inherited since ancient times. But he couldn’t resist wanting to do something, and he had the ability: “Hand these people over to Zhen. Zhen will deal with them.” The food at the victory banquet could never be finished; it was more than enough to feed them.
How could Boro dare to disobey?
“As you command, Emperor, Your Majesty. Your benevolence is as long as the Aibugai River, your light shining upon the earth.”
Wei Wanlan waved his hand. Flattery existed locally too; he didn’t really want to hear the Turkic version.
Robust servants escorted this string of old and young to the side hall to wait for the banquet to start. Wei Wanlan didn’t follow personally, but that child, with whom he only had eye contact, looked back at Wei Wanlan with red eyes every step of the way as he was taken away.
Couldn’t damage the dignity of a hegemon.
Suppressing the urge to do a panda wave, Wei Wanlan nodded slightly, revealing a majestic and restrained smile.
The soldier tilted the umbrella slightly, shaking off flakes of graupel, and said to Wei Wanlan at this time: “Your Majesty, the snow has lessened. After the graupel falls for a while longer, the snow will stop.”
“Mm. That’s a good thing.”
He looked deep into the Royal Court.
The vast white snow made the Turks, who should have been full of wild vitality, unusually silent, even exuding a heavy aura of death.
And it wasn’t just Boro’s family. Many nobles found it hard to protect themselves under this natural disaster. Countless commoners and slaves died of freezing and starvation. Except for the fact that they were now in Turkic territory, there wasn’t much difference from what was written in the original book.
The child’s gaze appeared before Wei Wanlan’s eyes again.
Everyone has the expectation and desire for survival; it should not distinguish between noble and lowly.
Since he could intervene in this snowstorm in Turkic territory in advance, could he do something more besides fighting?
He never had time to think too much in detail. As another wave of deep drowsiness rose, Wei Wanlan frowned slightly. He wanted to sleep.
The soldier beside him reminded him:
“Your Majesty, the horn has sounded. The banquet is about to start.”
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