Peace Order-Chapter 817 - 100: Wind! Wind! Strong Wind!_4

"With golden cup, I drink with you; with white blade, we spare not each other!"

Ji Zichang burst into loud laughter, and after laughed, said, "Good!"

"Come on, a muddled drunkenness, I’ll go with you to get the gifts."

He staggered to his feet, Li Guanyi raised an eyebrow, following him casually, no longer caring what this descendant of the Red Emperor could offer, just wandering for a moment, Ji Zichang, surprisingly familiar, led Li Guanyi, bypassing the increasingly tight guards.

Finally, they arrived at a solemn grove of gardens, with towering inscriptions ahead.

Li Guanyi’s expression was solemn, he realized what it was, he watched the staggering drunken monarch: "Memorial text? This is, the mausoleum complex of thirty-three kings of the eight hundred years of the Red Emperor’s dynasty."

The imperial tombs were divided into two layers, below were the burials, above there were buildings.

This was the upper part, Ji Zichang raised his neck and drank some wine, then took out a White Jade Token from his bosom, opening up the palace portion on the ground of the sealed tomb complex, stepping forward step by step.

As he walked, he said softly:

"Below here, buries the successive emperors of our Central State."

"And the place above is used for sacrifices and offerings to them. Over the years, every year, there would be grand ceremonies for sacrifices. Even when ancestors of Chen Country and Ying Country rebelled and came to the Central State, they would come reverently too."

"Here, gold and silver items are the least valuable and are piled up in this upper part."

Ji Zichang stopped in front of the Red Emperor’s sculpture, his drunkenness dissipated, thinking of Chen Dingye and Jiang Wanxiang’s aura that day, compared to such heroic figures and overlords, Ji Zichang felt he truly was not any kind of hero.

He was but a weak individual, in every way, neither accomplished in literature nor martial prowess. If not for the coincidental chances, he would be blinded by the illusion woven by the aristocratic families, unable to see the truth of the world.

Ancestor Red Emperor, your unworthy descendant has come.

In these times, Ji Zichang reflected on the past, felt immense discomfort, yet there was an indescribable blazing flame burning within, wishing to overturn everything completely, finally reconciling with himself.

He turned around, looked at Li Guanyi, his voice gentle and calm, articulating slowly:

"The gold and silver items here, accumulated through the generations."

"Even though it was only once a year, it is still considerable. If sold, it might be over thirty million taels, perfectly clean, Qing, you may take it all, thus Jiangnan’s power could completely rise."

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Li Guanyi looked at Ji Zichang, his pupils contracting violently.

Even for him, he was shocked by the emperor’s actions.

Amidst the roaring wind, large flags outside the upper buildings of this tomb fluttered fiercely, Ji Zichang’s black hair raised, his sword pressed against the ground, his left hand rested on the sword hilt, extending his right hand towards Li Guanyi.

Ji Zichang said calmly, "Qing, what are you gazing at?"

"Surely I am the king of a fallen country, the last monarch. In the annals of history, historians will inevitably criticize me. If they don’t, it wouldn’t show their capability, wouldn’t demonstrate their loyalty. Posterity will surely revile me until pus flows."

"But since I am the king of a fallen country!"

"Then how can I not thoroughly exhibit the many crimes of a king of a fallen country?!"

"Such infamy, let it be borne by me. Qing, take this fortune from this place, you can recruit students from the Academy, thus Jiangnan may flourish. You are, like the ancestors, someone who rises from insignificance. I believe you can do better than Jiang Wanxiang, better than Chen Dingye."

Ji Zichang raised a hand, and the White Jade Token fell into Li Guanyi’s palm.

"I will be scolded by the ancestors, but allow this final criminal to do such a thing, Heavenly Strategy General, go, take these, and like the ancestors of the Red Emperor, stabilize the world."

"But, I have one request."

Ji Zichang said softly:

"Do not harm my people." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The last monarch squinted his eyes, the fierce wind behind him blowing the Long-burning Lamp, until now, he hadn’t roused the Red Dragon Dharma Form of the Red Emperor Lineage, according to the imperial family’s concept of monarchy authority, it meant he didn’t have the demeanor of a king.

According to the royal family’s saying, it was that he never received the approval of the successive predecessor emperors of the Red Emperor.

He was not fit to become the Red Emperor’s son.

Ji Zichang no longer cared about these, he just said softly, "I wanted to become a Ranger, but thinking later on, a Ranger can’t protect much. Now such actions might save two more people, perhaps future generations will laugh at my foolishness, but——"

"Let the afterglow of the Red Emperors protect the people of this era one last time!"

He walked step by step down, the sword in his hand lightly tapping the ground, emitting a crisp sound, Ji Zichang sang softly:

"The great wind rises, the clouds fly."

"The might spreads through the land, returning home."

"How can one get fierce warriors to guard the four directions."

He lifted the sword in his hand, like the original Red Emperor, like a fool, a simpleton, tears streaming, alone, shouting: "Wind!"

"Wind!"

"Great Wind!!!"

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