Chapter 814: Chapter 750: Wrecking Your Household Is the Real Chaos
In ancient times, there were indeed people who had thoughts about Jiuyou or Emperor Ye Piaomiao, but their aspirations were scattered like ashes. The rest were mostly unrelated to such matters, and those who were dared not express it. Except for a very few deities who pursued this path, reaching such a level of cultivation truly left few with a desire for relationships. Don’t even mention the Imperial Realm; even at Secret Treasure Level, those interested were already scarce.
Ying Wu once chased after the Vermilion Bird in his youth, but since breaking through to the Third Layer Secret Treasure, he didn’t need to wait for rejection; he found women less interesting than digging tunnels. Cui Wenjing had Yangyang in his thirties, and his wife practically started living as a widow…
The allure of cultivation or pursuing the Heavenly Dao Laws far exceeded trivial desires. The blind man always thought Zhao Changhe’s affairs were foolish and embarrassing.
Thus, they really had no experience in being pursued, nor had they encountered admirers they couldn’t handle with frustration.
The blind man originally wanted to see the latter. That guy’s furious expression was amusing indeed.
So what’s this about now?
You wouldn’t want to try this too, would you? If you want to try, can’t you find a cucumber instead of touching this damn pighead?
The blind man now only hoped the Vermilion Bird would stir up trouble. Dare not to do so, and see how you face your apprentice and Tang Wanju when you return; they’d have you transcribing books for life, and your status would plummet.
The Vermilion Bird quickly adapted to combat mode after the initial shock, sneering, “You’re talking terms now? Did I not make myself clear? Either clean yourself up and go to King Zhao’s bed, or there’s nothing else to discuss.”
The blind man was quite pleased.
Yet Jiuyou calmly said, “It’s not that there’s nothing to discuss. The reason for the Venerable’s mission is a temporary alliance between the two factions to jointly strike the Northern Hu. This wasn’t meant for us to hear…”
She paused and pointed around the main hall at Wei Changming and a large group of Guanglong aristocratic officials: “It’s for them and the people of Guanglong to hear.”
The officials all looked introspectively, keeping silent.
Jiuyou calmly stated, “But the Venerable’s imperious gesture angered my father. Should my father refuse in anger, it’s uncertain what the gentlemen in the hall think, but once word spreads, combined with today’s unearthing of Bo’e’s matter, the people will only believe my father colluded with Hu, refusing the alliance and losing public support. But if we propose to send troops on the condition of a marriage alliance? Then wouldn’t it be you who’s refusing?”
The Vermilion Bird couldn’t hold back any longer, blurting out: “Are you itching?”
The gentlemen in the hall turned their heads away, unwilling to watch.
Indeed a Demon Sect Venerable, unable to maintain that graceful pretense even for an incense stick’s time, perfectly matched with a dead mountain bandit.
Jiuyou was too lazy to bother responding, simply asking, “So, can we negotiate terms now?”
The Vermilion Bird sneered coldly: “Sure, get on your knees and kowtow to me three times, then follow me aside to verify your virginity.”
Jiuyou responded calmly, “If I truly marry over there in the future, it’s nothing to kowtow to the Empress Dowager a few times. As for virginity, the Empress Dowager can peer over on the wedding night bed.”
“Pfft…” Someone in the hall couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
The Vermilion Bird was still wearing the mask then, using the title of “Four Symbols Sect Venerable” because it didn’t make sense for an Empress Dowager to act as an emissary, though most people suspected but dared not expose it to her face. Now directly exposing her as the Empress Dowager wasn’t enough; it further suggested she climbed onto King Zhao’s bed, peering over at it.
The face under the Vermilion Bird Mask nearly turned pig-liver colored, her slender hands crackling with tension, truly wanting to turn hostile in the hall.
This aggression is comparable to Bao Qin…
Zhao Changhe suddenly remembered that a large part of this aggression likely stemmed from the opponent being the Vermilion Bird… actually, Jiuyou equally harbored a strong urge to beat the Vermilion Bird. Seeing the Vermilion Bird’s hair nearly igniting, Zhao Changhe finally cleared his throat, taking over: “Venerable, if I may speak frankly…”
The Vermilion Bird held back, took a deep breath, then kindly inquired, “Oh, Mr. Qin, what insights might you have?”
Thinking internally, “If you say go for her, I won’t let you off easily!”
Jiuyou’s eyes fell back on Zhao Changhe’s face, seemingly attempting to penetrate the facade to glimpse the truth within.
Zhao Changhe slowly stated: “To my understanding, King Zhao is currently not in the capital. So, this Venerable’s proposal for King Zhao, does he know about it, or were his opinions sought?”
Consulted on the bed last night.
The Vermilion Bird understood why he’d said that, promptly stating, “Indeed, he wasn’t consulted, but he isn’t the Emperor; his opinion isn’t necessarily sought by His Majesty… However, your words remind me that King Zhao is the Great Han’s pillar; regarding his matrimonial matters without his opinion seems inconsiderate. We’d better shelve this matter, waiting to consult King Zhao.”
The entire hall observed this exchange silently, speechless.
Li Boping sarcastically remarked, “So, is the Great Han’s master ultimately surnamed Xia or Zhao? It’s quite tricky to say.”
Zhao Changhe’s refusal left the Vermilion Bird in remarkably good spirits, leisurely saying, “Our Great Han rules by filial piety; King Zhao is my man, and the Emperor, my apprentice, needs to respect King Zhao’s opinion; what’s peculiar about that?”
Publicly declaring “King Zhao is my man” so indulgently, felt strangely satisfying! As for cursing yesterday that if the Great Han could not conquer the world, it was solely because of Zhao Changhe’s disruptive antics… all forgotten.
Li Boping asked, “So, is this Venerable’s mission of marriage alliance directly shelved due to this?”
The Vermilion Bird leisurely chuckled, “You seem eager to offer your daughter for our King Zhao to play with? Don’t rush, eh, let me consult King Zhao first; maybe you’ll get an opportunity.”
Jiuyou suddenly stated, “If it’s about marriage alliance, doesn’t the Great Han have more than just King Zhao as a man? If not him, we can discuss someone else.”
The Vermilion Bird paused briefly: “Great Han’s enfeoffed kings with different surnames only include King Zhao. If the lady’s backing down, there are quite a few marquises. Cui Yuanyong, Tang Buqi… who might the lady fancy?”
Slyly thinking, if she were serious about marrying these… it might actually work. Cui Yuanyong being married probably wouldn’t be selected, while Tang Buqi is single… but even then, giving Tang Buqi an Ancient Demon in marriage, Tang Wanju will go insane. No, no…
Yet Jiuyou extended a fair hand, her jade fingers pointing at Zhao Changhe standing behind her: “This Mr. Qin Jiu has made a name across the land with his feats, striking Bo’e in Yingong Town, breaking through the Imperial Realm at the frontlines, shooting Bodhisattva with golden arrows, and becoming a legend in Chang’an in one day. A figure like this, if used merely as a guard by the Great Han, is truly laughable. Surely, from this point, he’ll rise swiftly, ennoblement no more than trivial. This little woman also deeply admires Mr. Qin’s heroic demeanor and is willing to…”
“Wait a minute!” Before she could finish, Vermilion Bird Yue Hongling voiced in unison: “He’s a practising Buddhist!”
Zhao Changhe was drenched in sweat: “Yes, yes, I’m a Buddhist disciple, I don’t eat pork, especially not old cured pork.”
All the gentlemen in the hall covered their mouths, nearly laughing to death.
“A Buddhist disciple, huh…” Jiuyou revealed a light smile for the first time: “Since you’re a Buddhist disciple, you’d naturally be interested in whether Bodhisattva truly perished… I, however, know a thing or two, would you like to discuss it with me privately?”
In Zhao Changhe’s sea of consciousness, the blind man furiously replied: “Not dead, not dead! With me as radar, no need for her!”
Zhao Changhe blinked his eyes.
Why does it suddenly feel like… this uproar from Jiuyou isn’t entirely without merit?
Jiuyou seemed to guess something, continuing to smile slyly: “Maybe you can sense whether he’s dead or alive… but if you want to eliminate the root and clear future troubles, you might not know where he is.”
The blind man fell into silent defeat.
Inside the Kunlun Secret Realm, indeed, she couldn’t see.
Jiuyou’s smile turned playful: “So? Would you be interested, sir?”
Zhao Changhe remained silent for a while, then suddenly asked: “What’s your motive here?”
Jiuyou body transmitted leisurely: “Today’s world, disturbing your household affairs means more than anything else.”
Zhao Changhe maintained a straight face: “I said, I don’t eat old cured pork.”
Jiuyou chuckled lightly: “That might not be true, some people are the same age as me and look a lot like me.”
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PS: Didn’t have time to write a long chapter today, went with a small one for now, and will post another chapter tonight.