I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 552 - 229: Dodging, Escaped! (Please Subscribe)_3

Chapter 552: Chapter 229: Dodging, Escaped! (Please Subscribe)_3

There’s no denying, Mr. Lin remains as confident and even arrogant as before!

Then, he swiftly departed, his voice echoing:

"Close the academy for five days, no one is allowed to leave!"

The scandal at Kyoto Academy spread across the entire Kyoto Prefecture counties in an instant.

Even those who never paid attention to outside affairs heard bits of it from their neighbors.

In no time, Wang Yang’s debauchery at the academy overshadowed both the strange happenings during Prince Chen Yi’s seclusion and the approaching grand event of the "Sword Cultivation Sacred Land".

At that moment, inside the Imperial City.

Luo Qiling had just reported back that Wang Yang had been imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, which prompted the Holy Emperor to leave in anger.

Liu Gao hurriedly announced the end of the court session and rushed to follow.

In the court, the officials exchanged glances, some with slight doubt as they looked toward a young man in a purple robe in the second row of the Marquis lineup.

"This matter is quite strange, usually reports by the eulogists were assessed by us civil servants based on fact, but today a Marquis directly stepped forward."

"Indeed, it’s odd, those few eulogists who presented the memorial suddenly dared to accuse the Kyoto Academy, aren’t they afraid of the Holy Emperor’s wrath?"

"Not only the Holy Emperor, but even we, who graduated from Kyoto Academy, are also somewhat discontent about it."

"Even if it’s true, these eulogists shouldn’t have spoken out so openly, it’s nothing less than a slap in our faces!"

Xie Jing, dressed in red, the foremost in the civil servants, heard this and looked towards the Marquis ranks, her gaze fell on Duke Du Qing. She discreetly glanced at Chen Yuan standing silently behind him with the corner of her eye, her heart pondering.

It seems the previous schemes have had some effect...

Chen Yuan listened to the surrounding discussions but didn’t pay much attention, and after putting away the Tiger Talisman, he was about to leave.

At this moment, Du Qing blocked his way: "Duke Jingye, don’t be in such a hurry, there are some things I wish to ask you."

Chen Yuan paused and looked at him with a calm expression, nodding slightly.

He noticed Xie Jing’s gaze, hesitated briefly, and sent a sound transmission sideways:

"They have appeared!"

Xie Jing was momentarily stunned upon hearing the transmission in her ear, then immediately brushed her sleeve and walked out as if she hadn’t heard anything.

Chen Yuan also remained calm as he followed behind Du Qing.

Du Qing frowned at him and asked: "Duke Jingye, I am somewhat puzzled by today’s events. Why did you voice support for those eulogists’ suggestions?"

"On that day, Wang Yang and the Old Marquis and the Assistant Minister of Rites were all injured by Chen Yi, so his resentment is understandable."

"Even if he had improper relations with several female scholars, it is an internal matter of Kyoto Academy and should be dealt with by the Great Master and others."

Chen Yuan’s expression didn’t change, and he said blandly: "Your Highness, I simply did not like his insinuation against my second brother that day."

"..."

Du Qing’s mouth twitched; he truly hadn’t expected it to be for such a reason.

He scrutinized Chen Yuan’s expression suspiciously, then suddenly sighed and patted his shoulder, saying:

"I understand that there must be other reasons hidden behind your succession as Duke Jingye, but as things stand now, I hope you can judge the situation wisely, focus on Beixiong Pass, and avoid getting too involved in other affairs."

Chen Yuan regarded him briefly, cupped his fists, and said: "I will soon head to the camp outside the city; I should not attend the morning court anymore."

Du Qing nodded, offered a few words of encouragement, and waved him off.

As they exited the Imperial Palace one after the other, some eulogists behind them finally raised their heads to look at Chen Yuan, their gazes subtly shifting.

Their silver-white hair fluttered side to side with their movements, exuding a vague chill, which was quite eye-catching.

"It seems Zhou Yuan acts with a good head on his shoulders..."

...

It wasn’t until nightfall that Chen Yi and the others finally dispersed.

Wang Dashan and Fang Xiaochuan, short on funds, spent their nights by Qu Pond after arriving in Kyoto Prefecture.

First, they could enjoy the view of Feng Yue boats; second, it saved money; third, they could watch the battles of the young prodigies.

Li Fei, on the other hand, needed to return to the Hidden Sword Villa’s Kyoto Prefecture courtyard, where he said they sold some swords and weapons, as it was a business of the Hidden Sword Villa.

And Chen Yi kept his previous promise and returned to the inn, arm in arm with Lu Fang.

At this time, Kyoto Prefecture was illuminated with a plethora of lanterns, and even though it was already night, every street and alley was bright.

The spring breeze swayed the willow branches along the streets, mingling with the mist from the cooking of the market people, floating in the wind.

Rarely did it add a touch of liveliness to this ancient and solemn Kyoto Prefecture.

Chen Yi’s face glowed as he walked with a slight sway, still curiously observing the surroundings despite being slightly intoxicated.

Indeed, if not for his cultivation and Sword Dao reaching rare heights, relying on his acting skills alone could suffice for a living.

Lu Fang, however, still appeared sober, occasionally glancing at Chen Yi while seemingly listening intently to something.

"Fellow Daoist, having just descended the mountain, you probably haven’t had a deep understanding of many things, has it?"

Chen Yi cast him a look upon hearing this and nodded with a hearty laugh: "Elder brother forgot again, betwixt fellow Daoist and brother, one feels distant, while elder brother and younger brother feel closer."

Lu Fang chuckled unexpectedly and said: "Brother Feng is right, I did misspoke just now."

However, just as Chen Yi turned his head, the smile on Lu Fang’s face faded significantly, his eyes suspicious as he gazed at Chen Yi.

"Old Mister’s" prediction, it couldn’t be wrong, could it?

Could this enigmatic and mysterious yet full of doubts youthful prodigy truly assist in their plan?

Lu Fang wasn’t exactly skeptical, just confused—for him, compared to the illusory mystical hexagrams, he preferred to trust in his own eyes and ears.

Even after spending a day with "Lu Xiaofeng", he only saw in "Lu Xiaofeng" an inexperienced youth.