Chapter 100: Suspected Regent Princess Consort
“Regent King, big bad guy.”
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Today was a vacation day.
Even the Enlightened Ruler Development System seemed to find it odd that Wei Wanlan would summon it during his precious time off, so the pop-up screen appeared noticeably slower, almost as if the system was lagging.
But Wei Wanlan had no time to notice such details.
In the bottom right corner of the Enlightened Ruler Development System interface, there had been a small red dot he hadn’t clicked. It was a system reward, granting him the ability to reuse an item once.
He had used so many different items before. Powerful ones, eerie ones—he’d tried them all. In fact, if he were to summon another voodoo doll right now, knowing the Regent King’s birth date and eight characters, he could instantly kill the Regent King from thousands of miles away.
But that thought didn’t even cross his mind.
All he could think about was how to help Fu Jun, to repay the debt of gratitude for Fu Jun risking his life for him. So, he chose to reuse the “Memory Revealing Solution.” Under the utterly bewildered gazes of a crowd of commoners, Wei Wanlan dismantled the bronze door knocker from the Heaven Sword Manor branch.
He suddenly stood up and dashed away…
Leaving the commoners staring at each other in confusion.
He didn’t stop until he reached a public well by the roadside.
However, this public well was half-empty; it seemed no one came here to draw water anymore, and the rope was rotten. Wei Wanlan poured all the developing solution into the well, hoping the bronze knocker could read Fu Jun’s memories and tell him what had happened, or where he was.
The bronze ring fell into the well, creating ripples.
A vortex appeared on the water’s surface, followed by an image from Fu Jun’s perspective:
He seemed to emerge from a confinement room with four walls…
The scene shifted to him arriving at the branch manor. The people there were respectful to him as the Manor Lord, showing no signs of internal strife.
But he seemed to give an order, saying something. Wei Wanlan couldn’t hear the specific words due to the limitations, but it seemed he was telling the disciples to pack up and leave immediately.
Swords, spears, and halberds in the branch were bundled with hemp rope. Some gold and silver valuables, along with the disciples’ personal belongings, were wrapped in soft cloth by each disciple, knotted at both ends, and slung diagonally across their backs.
Everything that could be taken was taken.
As for the large items that couldn’t be moved, the disciples sealed the doors and windows.
So, in no time at all.
The Heaven Sword Manor branch took on a new look.
The disciples were preparing to evacuate the branch overnight.
Just as the branch master stepped over the threshold, he seemed to have some unresolved questions. He kept looking back and confirmed with Manor Lord Fu Jun: “Are we returning to the main altar at Mount Song?”
He couldn’t hear Fu Jun’s answer, but Fu Jun must have spoken.
Because the branch master’s expression went from surprise to even more exaggerated shock, his long eyebrows raised high, his mouth opening wide enough to fit five or six walnuts.
The branch master’s lips moved: “—The Manor Lord wants to take refuge there?”
Wei Wanlan was anxious. Where is “there”?!!
Perhaps feeling affirmed by the Heaven Sword Manor Lord, the branch master’s shock turned into admiration. He nodded and said “Brilliant.”
But Wei Wanlan had no idea what was so brilliant. Anxious, he clung to the well’s edge, attracting frequent glances from passersby who thought he was some poor soul at the end of his rope, contemplating suicide by jumping into the well.
“Young master?” someone called out to Wei Wanlan from not far away. “You’re so young, is there something troubling you? Do you need someone to talk to?”
“The well is dangerous…”
Wei Wanlan was oblivious, half his dragon head already inside the well, trying to widen his eyes to see where Fu Jun had decided to take his men.
The branch master’s lips finally formed a few words.
He spoke slowly: “Miao, Hua, Road.”
But this time, Wei Wanlan misread the lips clearly: “Mian, Hua, Lou (Sleeping Flower Pavilion).”
The red-light district of the Eastern Capital!
Miao Hua Road, a private property of Fu Jun’s maternal family, a secluded residence in a corner of the Eastern Capital known to few.
The real Fu Jun was a very lazy person. He was lazy and loved enjoyment, fond of traveling and sightseeing. Unfortunately, he couldn’t flaunt himself even after coming out of seclusion. He had been banned by the Regent King, forcing a righteous hero to erase all his current contact methods.
So he could only lounge in his own courtyard with his legs crossed, reading a storybook while picking at fruit peeled and cut by his disciples.
“Infatuated men and resentful women, joys and sorrows, partings and reunions… what a great play…”
“It’s just that this domineering Dragon Lord forcibly kept the young lady in his water palace, causing her to run away. I wonder if the Dragon Lord has realized it yet?”
Fu Jun sighed with emotion.
The fragrance of fruit filled the air, the light and shadows were bright and lovely, green was everywhere, and birds chirped beside him.
“Caw—caw, someone’s coming, someone’s coming!” That bird was a myna. It loved to talk nonsense and was kept in the maternal family’s small courtyard for amusement. The bird master had sleek, shiny feathers. It never spoke when no outsiders were around, but as soon as someone came, it went crazy.
“Caw, Su Jingzhi, you bas—”
“Don’t say it!!!”
Fu Jun suddenly leaped from his rocking chair.
The storybook flew into the air and landed in the grass. Fu Jun hurriedly tried to cover the bird’s beak. The bird master flapped panic-stricken in its cage, its unfinished words abruptly cut off, feathers flying everywhere, a miserable sight.
The miserable myna and the Manor Lord were both disheveled.
The Regent King had already entered the courtyard with his hands behind his back and approached them.
Su Jingzhi’s face was gloomy, his aura extending eight feet around him.
That invisible pressure had enveloped the entire residence since he stepped inside. Su Jingzhi pursed his lips, looking displeased. There were faint dark circles under his eyes, indicating he hadn’t slept well, and a strong smell of bitter medicine on him, suggesting he had overdosed.
The real Fu Jun was already stunned by the scene.
But unfortunately, his mouth was unreliable. The real Fu Jun twisted the words meant to comfort the Regent King of Great Wei in his mouth and blurted out a sentence that sounded particularly provocative, fueling the Regent King’s anger:
“Spent so much effort chasing the little lady, and now you’re greedy enough to take drugs for sex? You’re not young anymore, you shouldn’t squander your health like this…”
Chasing, taking drugs, not young.
Fu Jun precisely stepped on three landmines.
Instantly, the oppressive aura over the private residence on Miao Hua Road became even heavier. The sword-bearing disciples rubbed their hands and feet, shivering from the cold, wishing they could go up and gag the Manor Lord’s mouth for him.
They saw the Regent King silently surveying the surroundings, his gaze seeming to pierce through the walls of every room.
Su Jingzhi said in a deep voice: “Where is he?”
There was a moment of silence.
The real Fu Jun was stunned.
But after that silence.
The real Fu Jun burst into laughter, unafraid of death. Even though he tried to cover his mouth with his hand as reservedly as possible, the laughter still leaked through his fingers: “Ha, hahahaha, hahahahahaha—Oh heavens, karma, so you didn’t catch him at all, he ran away again…”
Domineering Dragon Lord’s forced love, but the lady doesn’t appreciate it.
The storybook he read this morning was a good omen.
The real Fu Jun felt a great sense of satisfaction. He curled his finger, signaling his disciples to bring wine:
“There are plenty of fish in the sea. Think back to when you and I enjoyed gratitude and revenge in Chang’an, free from these worldly cares. Come, come, the best Pear Blossom White, I brought it down from the main altar at Mount Song. Let’s get drunk together.”
But when the wine came, Su Jingzhi took it, drank it in one gulp, and then turned to leave without even sitting down.
Little Wan couldn’t find this place…
True.
Little Wan is clumsy, and this private residence of Fu Jun is an extremely hidden place. Little Wan couldn’t find it.
Then how did Little Wan spend the night? Did he eat breakfast?
Just like that, the emotions in his eyes and brows changed instantly.
Even though Su Jingzhi was used to hiding his thoughts, he couldn’t hide them from his childhood friend. In the real Fu Jun’s eyes, this meant the situation was very serious. So Fu Jun stopped laughing and began to say solemnly:
“I promise you, apart from you and the few disciples I just brought here, no one knows about this place. Unless you talk in your sleep and tell your sweetheart, there won’t be a second person. I haven’t even seen what the girl you fancy looks like.”
The real Fu Jun didn’t know Wei Wanlan was a man, let alone that his sweetheart was the little emperor. So he kept calling “girl, girl.” It annoyed Su Jingzhi, who walked even faster, taking large strides.
The real Fu Jun suddenly shouted, asking Su Jingzhi’s retreating back: “Hey! When my old friend gets married in the future, will I have the honor of meeting the Regent Princess Consort?!”
Bird Master: “Caw! Caw! Regent Princess Consort! Regent Princess Consort…”
But his old friend ignored him. He didn’t even look back, showing a bit of a “bros before hoes” (reversed context here, prioritizing love over friendship) nastiness, making the real Fu Jun ashamed to be associated with him.
“Stingy ghost.”
After the Regent King left.
Fu Jun’s small courtyard welcomed Li Jiucheng.
The Shangzhou defender entered the courtyard and first bowed to Fu Jun with clasped fists, then solemnly opened a large box brought from Chang’an. Inside was a wooden box. Inside the wooden box was a jade box. Opening the lid revealed a slender object wrapped in cool, watery brocade.
Lifting it revealed the true face of the treasure inside.
It was a exquisitely carved short sword, the hilt adorned with various gems, the shape quite exotic.
Fu Jun was stunned again: “Isn’t this the Seven Star Sword that General Su brought back to the Central Plains?”
The Seven Star Sword flowed with light, definitely not an ordinary item.
Fu Jun asked: “He asked you to bring this sword?”
“Yes,” Li Jiucheng replied, “The Prince said this sword will be kept by you from now on.”
People from the Heaven Sword Manor all liked famous swords. The Seven Star Sword was something the real Fu Jun had asked Su Jingzhi for many times when they were young.
But this time Fu Jun said: “Take it away. I don’t want it.”
“This—” Li Jiucheng was stunned. He hadn’t expected Fu Jun to refuse so decisively. Li Jiucheng looked troubled, “The Prince ordered that if you don’t accept this item, I am to break this sword. Please don’t make it difficult for this general.”
The real Fu Jun had to accept the sword. When his fingertips touched the red agate on the hilt, the voice of the young Su Jingzhi flashed through his mind.
A general’s son, spirited and dashing:
“My dad opened up the Silk Road trade route again!”
“It’s the token my dad and the old King of Loulan exchanged when they became sworn brothers.”
“This sword will guard my Su family for generations. In the future, I will pass it on to my son. No one can take it away. Tell me, can I give it to you?”
The laughter and words from the past were still ringing in his ears.
Now Su Jingzhi actually took the initiative to give the Seven Star Sword.
Fu Jun felt that he was being insinuated by this person, lowered in seniority by this inexplicably sent sword, but then a deep worry emerged.
An ominous feeling seized him.
He asked Li Jiucheng: “Is your Prince in good health recently?”
But Li Jiucheng laughed openly and patted his chest: “Of course he’s fine. Our Prince is born to be a general!”
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