Chapter 769: Why Pick On Us?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"The School of Kismet State remains true to its hundreds of thousands of years of legacy indeed. Such an ability to manipulate is truly exceptional. How utterly impressive!"

"All of a man's weakness is contained in these two lines."

Yun Yang looked over the commotion that stirred underneath as though it had never calmed down, as well as the civilians who were incited to wors.h.i.+p Nine Supremes. A sigh escaped him.

Such a sense of veneration and wors.h.i.+pping was supposed to be an incredible feat for the empire. However, the way it was currently being utilized by the School of Kismet State had turned it extremely foul.

These people had borrowed the great name of justice and kins.h.i.+p in such a manner that the national officials could not hit back nor intervene directly!

To intercept these people overtly? To disallow people from expressing their devotion to Nine Supremes?

What would come of that?

Doing so would be immediately labeled burning the bridge upon crossing the river. It was keeping the bow after the birds were hunted. It was being so meritorious that the ruler was cautious... it was…

Such an action would trigger an endless wave of retaliation instead! It might even result in a rebellious strike!

Yun Yang went on a search, finding Bao'er's presence swiftly. He saw Bao'er in the palace; accompanying him was a prim and proper little lady hugging a snow white kitten in her embrace. It seemed like… Big Whitey?

"Big Brother Bao'er, can you teach me to write and practice, pretty please?" The small girl stared at Bao'er, her big, bright doe-like eyes filled with adoration.

This young little big brother was absolutely remarkable to her. He was not too much older than her, yet he knew how to write, read and make logical reasonings – he even knew martial arts!

Wow! He was absolutely the best! She was head over heels in adoration!

Yun Yang was flabbergasted. Was this not Deputy General w.a.n.g Zhuang's little girl, Nannan? The girl was about five or six years old now and was visibly cuter than when he had last seen her.

"Me? My uncle is even better." Bao'er was heard saying. "I learned what I know now from my uncle."

"Your uncle is so good!" Nannan said adoringly, "Do I know your uncle?"

"My uncle? Of course, you do," Bao'er spoke with a slightly mocking tone, "He's Lord Supreme Cloud."

Flowers almost bloomed from Nannan's eyes. Her hands were clasped before her as she shrieked in ecstasy, "Your uncle is Lord Supreme Cloud! I – the one I like the most and adore the most... and he is the eldest!"

She stuttered many more mosts, but could not figure out any other words to describe her elation.

Yet, what she said left Yun Yang speechless for a long time – 'I – how did I become an elder?'

Bao'er could then be heard saying proudly, "That's – my uncle – that's the most incredible person in this world!"

Farther away, Yun Xiaoyao and the emperor stood aside in silence. Watching the children play, contentment was etched across their faces as they let out some chuckles.

In spite of it, their expressions were grim after the smile. Their faces were stoic, their upturned lips forced.

"I gave this little girl a name." Yun Xiaoyao was heard saying with a forced smile, "Do you want to know?"

His Majesty smiled, replying to the question, "This is w.a.n.g Zhuang's daughter? w.a.n.g Zhuang had gone on the operation with Nine Supremes then and had fallen at Tianxuan Cliff. Whatever his daughter is named, I think it's just right."

Yun Xiaoyao said, "Her family name is w.a.n.g. What do you think if she's called… w.a.n.g Yi?"

His Majesty turned to look at Yun Xiaoyao, replying with a smile, "With reference to becoming the motherly model of the nation?"

Yun Xiaoyao chortled, not denying nor agreeing to it.

The emperor pondered before saying, "Let's temporarily put it as the Yi, as in elegance. We'll go back to it after a few years – after all, one must have the flair of a phoenix if she were to use Yi in reference to the motherly model of the nation!"

"Elder brother's thoughts are well-rounded, for you to say so."

"Mm. Has Supreme Cloud been contacted?" asked His Majesty.

"He probably already knows," said Yun Xiaoyao, "He should be on his way back."

The emperor paced around before speaking grimly, "Return? Whatever for? He can't come back – he shouldn't!"

"This younger brother thinks so too," agreed Yun Xiaoyao.

His Majesty spoke, "If he returns, death seems more likely than survival… I – I can't afford to take this risk."

The last discussion concluded in asking Supreme Cloud to return as soon as possible, but this time, things were entirely different!

Yun Xiaoyao tried. "Have you forgotten the suggestions of the civil ministers? One word from Supreme Cloud and the chaos right now will be resolved. Everything will go back to tranquility, won't it?"

"I'd rather the drama continues than for him to come back and land in this trap!" His Majesty enunciated each word with emphasis.

Choked, Yun Xiaoyao spoke hoa.r.s.ely, "So do I."

"It's not suitable for Supreme Cloud to make an appearance now," His Majesty said faintly with his arms resting on his back, "However, I'm afraid someone will make a move against you or me if he refrains from making an appearance for a while – maybe the Shangguan girl, or the young girl Ji…"

"All in all, these should be the people we need to watch over closely. As for others, they probably aren't in the consideration of the other party."

"Do you understand what I mean?" The emperor looked over to Yun Xiaoyao.

Yun Xiaoyao nodded. "I understand."

"We brothers seem to be n.o.bles, an emperor and a king – it seems like it is the nation's fate that's being affected, but the reality is that while the empire will be shaken should we be gone, it may not be fatal – because we have our heir, we have Supreme Cloud to intimidate the world."

"However, if Supreme Cloud is gone… it's all gone."

The emperor said, "I'd rather die than to let Yutang down! Brother!"

"This younger brother understands!"

"Yutang can take a step back temporarily, any of Yutang's officials can be sacrificed – even you or I can greet death – whatever it is, nothing must happen to Supreme Cloud!" His Majesty uttered slowly. Just as he said it, he sighed, his gaze resolute.

To be able to say what he had just said, there was a surge of various emotions rumbling within him.

These few days, the events that haunted the capital were like a hectic onslaught of storms.

Tackling the scholars who were making a ruckus outside according to the civil ministers' measures was more than a piece of cake. With time, it was easily silenced. However, just as the plan was carried out, they encountered the most extreme form of retaliation.

Such an event had happened during the morning imperial a.s.sembly.

A civil official had just begun his report, touching on the subject – "… We have seized eighty-nine scholars who have publicized and sung praises of the School of Kismet State…"

Then, a voice suddenly rang out in the royal golden hall.

The voice was icy, yet it was tinged with an indescribable air of n.o.bility.

"His Majesty of Yutang, why are you picking on us, the School of Kismet State?"

The question rang like a bell, resonating in the grand court.

Instantly, everyone in the imperial court was aghast.

This was the most powerful organization in Yutang! This was where the highest authority of Yutang lied!

Countless experts and ministers were here, but no one knew where their enemy was. The latter had actually slipped soundlessly into the hall.

What an impressive skill!

Did it mean that he could also kill everyone here without a sound since he could already sneak into the court as silently?

The civil and martial officials panicked; they looked everywhere but their search was in vain.

Yun Xiaoyao's eyes opened abruptly. Directing his divine senses and focusing all of his cultivation base, his intention to search for the hidden voice was futile as well.

He could not help the sudden feeling of terror that struck him.