Chapter 8
Minister Jian was a cunning old fox indeed -- Jing Qi had underestimated the man’s level of shamelessness . When Jian Sizong finally reacted to what had just happened, he neither hit the pillar nor slammed himself against the wall, neither did he weep nor wail nor strangle himself; his eyes just rolled back, legs stretched, and he fainted on the spot .
Great, there was not a single word, and nothing else could be done at this point .
He Lianyi slightly lifted his face to observe the scene; echoing were Zhao Mingji’s outraged curses and the court officials’ relentless dispute . After listening for a while, he started to feel a little numb inside; his eyes seemed slightly dull and tired as he raised his head, unconsciously looking up, imitating Wu Xi’s movement .
He felt like his eyes were aching terribly; all he wanted to do was to unleash his anger and shout at them “Shut up!” . He wanted to slam his hand against the table and raise his voice, “Look at you bunch who called yourself disciples of the great sages and Son-of-Heaven followers -- what kind of jokes have you turned yourself into?” . He wanted to say “Drag all of these people who are corrupting the imperial court and that remaining evil creature with poison all over his body from South Xinjiang outside and behead every single one of them!”
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Yet he was not able to say anything, nor there was anything he could do . He was just an expendable person who was barely allowed to attend and stand on the side to listen . His title of Crown Prince (1) was just a name with no weight . Let alone actual authority, anything he said would become a laughing stock for others . No extraneous words could be uttered, no wrong step could be taken . Plus, his older brothers were waiting to pull him off his horse like starving tigers . He himself was already walking on thin ice -- how could he afford to take care of other people’s affairs?
He recalled Imperial Preceptor Zhou’s lecture about history . Zhou once said that when the dynasty was fallen, the evildoers would present themselves .
The Main Hall had not changed, but the sky of Da Qing was already on the verge of collapsing .
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Witnessing such a farce unfolding in one short day, Jing Qi wanted to laugh, but He Lianyi wanted to cry . Yet, whether one was to laugh or cry, the mood was basically the same .
On the other hand, Wu Xi still calmly knelt at his spot, unusually composed . He did not think that he had done anything wrong, nor did he regret his actions . The man whom everyone addressed as “Da dianxia” (Da = Great; dianxia = Your Highness) pointed finger at him so closely that it almost poked through his nose . He could not understand most of the words that spilled from that man’s lips, but he still knew that they were not anything pleasant .
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“This one harbored sinister intentions, enough to be executed!”
The meaning behind that statement was to kill him . Wu Xi heard it very clearly . He turned his head to catch a glimpse of the awfully agitated First Prince He Lianzhao, as if he was bearing a deep grudge against him . Wu Xi thought that if he had known sooner that these people would try to kill themselves for such a reason, instead of performing that love spell, he would have made that hairy old man with surname Jian bleed enough to go reunite with his deceased father .
The people from his Wa Sa Clan who lived in South Xinjiang were the most genuine people . They ate when hungry, even if all they had was the bark of a tree and weeds . They slept when sleepy, even if they would have to take the sky as curtains and earth as mats . When they met the person they loved, they would spend their entire life with her, treat her really nicely, and never have a change of heart . When guests of honour came to visit, they would treat them with tasty wine . People from any corner of the world, all could become their brothers . When facing the enemy, there would be no such thing as putting up a hypocritical show of cordiality -- whether there was a valid reason to wage war or not, the act itself would still be the same . Once hatred had been planted in their heart, they would make sure that an eye for an eye and the other party had to pay with his blood . If skinning the person and tearing his tendons apart could alleviate their anger, they would do it without hesitation . If they could not defeat the enemies and were killed by the other party, they still had friends, relatives, and brothers in the clan . As long as there were survivors from their Wa Sa Clan, this grudge would live on and be passed down from generations to generations .
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