Part 2
His slow, drawling tone was like a venomous snake slithering in the dark. The soft, rustling voice hinted at danger.
However, Yun Wuxiang only heard a pet being spoiled: Iâve even given you my favorite toy; can’t you coax me a little?
Unfortunately, he really didn’t know how to coax people.
“Once I obtain the Black-and-White Floating Life Flower, you will have the answers to all your questions.”
Song Yilou wasn’t so easily put off, especially since the sentence sounded like an empty promise. “What if I don’t have the patience to wait until then?”
“Once you get the flower and have a healthy body, will you leave? Or will you soar through the sky and ascend like the immortals in legends, leaving me behind as a mere mortal in this boring world?”
If that were truly the case, don’t blame me for breaking your path to ascension.
Poisonous black water flowed through his heart, flooding it completely, even attempting to submerge the white crane before him.
A roll of paper landed on his head. Yun Wuxiang thwacked the head of the man who was currently having “wicked thoughts.” “Where in the world would you find a ‘mere mortal’ like you? Don’t insult those two words.”
“You arrived here before me and managed to play away your own memories, yet you come to ask me.” Putting down the paper roll, Yun Wuxiang pinched Song Yilouâs face and tugged, as if estimating how thick the man’s skin was. “No matter where I go, won’t you just follow? Could you bear to leave me?”
Of course he couldn’t. Song Yilou huffed. “Whether I could bear to leave you and whether I actually leave you are two different things.”
“I won’t leave you.” Yun Wuxiang felt that this amnesiac Song Yilou was even more prone to acting spoiled than the one outside. To put his pet’s mind at ease, the “keeper” Yun made a promise: “If there comes a day when you and I have a falling out, I will only kill you.”
Leaving Song Yilou? Could that even be called leaving? That would be “releasing the tiger back to the mountains.”
What level of idiocy would it take to do something like that?
Song Yilou was very satisfied with this answer. He moved his hand from Yun Wuxiangâs neck and leaned lazily against him, his eyes falling on the half-finished painting on the table.
“What is this?”
Yun Wuxiang: “A steam engine.”
Since he had decided to develop the country, some common ancient facilities that benefited the people had to be introduced.
In truth, Yun Wuxiang had initially planned to go straight for electricity, but the leap was too great. Even if he made it, it couldn’t be popularized immediately; the mindset of ancient people likely couldn’t accept it.
As for windmills, waterwheels, papermaking, and iron-smelting techniques, Yun Wuxiang hadn’t researched them before. Relying on the bit of scientific knowledge from Yun Xinyangâs nine years of compulsory education and some obscure books by skilled craftsmen in this world, he had managed to reconstruct the production plans for those things. He then had Song Yilou issue the orders to spread the technology.
Having finished with the simple equipment, Yun Wuxiang began researching high technology, starting with the steam engine.
Song Yilou stared at the intricate outlines of the lines for two seconds before looking away. He had zero interest in developing the nation.
Fiddling with a strand of Yun Wuxiangâs hair, he asked nonchalantly, “What is the use of this thing?”
Yun Wuxiang: “It is useless for now.”
The most compatible facility for a steam engine was a train. To run a train, you first needed tracks. For tracks, you needed to develop metallurgy. For metallurgy, you needed enough money and minerals. To get people to do all this, you had to meet the basic needs of the common peopleâfeeding and clothing them.
Therefore, the thing that most needed to be produced right now was hybrid rice.
A reward for finding high-quality wheat seeds had already been issued. Under the promise of a great reward, good seeds would surely appear; it was only a matter of time.
Putting aside these things that wouldn’t be useful for the moment, Yun Wuxiang asked, “The abdication edict has been issued. How did the officials react?”
Song Yilouâs face fell with boredom. “No reaction.”
“Oh?” Yun Wuxiang glanced at Song Yilouâs disappointed expression and hit the nail on the head. “Your subjects have already been broken by your torment.”
“They likely think this is just your latest game.”
Song Yilou adopted the unreasonable attitude of a fawning tyrant. “I am the Emperor. Making me happy is their duty.”
Those poor officials of Songxuan… having been tortured by Song Yilou for years, the new Emperor who was about to succeed him was also an accomplice.
“Mm. Once they realize you really have given me the throne as a dowry, they will show the expression you want.”
Yun Wuxiang helped Song Yilou tidy a stray hair on his temple that had been messed up by the wind. His finger, stained with ink, brushed against the other’s cheek, leaving a fingerprint like a seal.
“Iâm going to check on our wedding room and wedding clothes!” Song Yilou suddenly jumped up and ran off.
Once the black-clad venomous scorpion disappeared from sight, there was still a trace of black at the edge of Yun Wuxiangâs vision.
Yun Wuxiang lowered his arm, the breeze scattering his low-voiced murmur: “Once we leave…”
…
Thanks to Song Yilouâs lack of humanity, Yun Wuxiangâs takeover of Songxuan was exceptionally smooth.
By the time Lin Yue arrived in Songxuan with his team, Yun Wuxiang had already issued several imperial edicts. The officials simply said “Yes” repeatedly and looked at Yun Wuxiang with a hint of pity.
A fine Prince’s heir, led by the Songxuan Emperor to kill his own Emperor… He had no home to return to and had even become an object for the other party to toy with.
The officials of Songxuan analyzed in private that the Emperor would likely turn hostile at the wedding, taking back all the preferential treatment he had given Yun Wuxiang, and then laugh at his shocked expression.
Indeedâtheir Emperor was exactly that kind of malicious person!
This sentiment successfully misled the Yu’an diplomatic mission led by Lin Yue.
From the border to the capital, whenever the guards or officials at each checkpoint heard they were from Yu’an, their expressions would shift from warm welcome to a heavy sigh.
“Sigh…”
Lin Yue forced a smile. “Why does the Eunuch sigh?”
The palace eunuch leading the way shook his head, gave them a long look, and sighed once more.
“Is there something improper about this one?”
“The envoy is not improper.”
“Is our Prince’s Heir well?”
“His Majesty is very well. Sigh.”
“His Majesty?”
“Yes. His Majesty Songxuanzong has abdicated, passing the throne to His Majesty Emperor Yun. Sigh.”
Lin Yueâs fist clenched. Sigh, sigh, sigh! You Songxuan people, if you have something to say, then say it! Why do you keep sighing!
After a journey of such “baptisms,” Lin Yue, having accumulated a heart full of worry and anger, finally saw the Prince’s Heir he had been pining for. His emotions instantly exploded, and he let out a loud wail.
“Prince! Iâve finally found you!”
Yun Wuxiang took a step to the side to avoid the man with a tear-streaked face, protecting his clean clothes. He asked softly, “What are you crying about?”
Lin Yue looked miserable. “The people of Songxuan… they… they are all sighing!”
Yun Wuxiang: ?
Seeing Yun Wuxiangâs confused gaze, Lin Yue became even more convinced that there was something wrong with this marriage. The entire State of Songxuan knew it; only his Prince’s Heir was being kept in the dark.
“Prince, there is something fishy about this wedding. You must leave as soon as possible. The General has already sent people to wait at the border. Even if I have to risk this life of mine, I will surely send you safely back to Yu’an.”
Lin Yueâs firm declaration of sacrificing his life for a righteous cause was met with a short sigh from Yun Wuxiang.
Lin Yue reflexively clenched his fist. Again! A sigh!
“I am not leaving,” Yun Wuxiang said.
“Prince!” Lin Yueâs urgent voice was cut off by Yun Wuxiang raising a hand. “Don’t be in a rush. Let me finish.”
Lin Yue took two deep breaths, barely managing to regain some of his rationality. “Prince, you have always been calm and wise. Is there some hidden reason?”
Yun Wuxiang: “I am now the new Emperor of Songxuan, and I once killed the old Emperor of Yu’an. It would be inappropriate for me to go back.”
Lin Yue: “With the General there, no one would dare say it’s inappropriate.”
Yun Wuxiang looked at him. Are you just automatically ignoring the first half of my sentence?
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