Chapter 137: The Son of Heaven, Zhou Mingyi

  This was not the first time Mo Chen had entered the imperial study, the room was dimly lit, but every time he stepped through that door, his heart would involuntarily skip a beat, a subtle yet palpable aura of majesty would sweep over him in an instant.

  For this fluctuation, Mu Chen didn't resist. He knew that it was the unique aura of his father emperor that had been shrouding this place all along.

  "Your Majesty."

  Mudan Yin stopped in front of a curtain and said with respect.

  Behind the curtain, the light seems quite good, and a faint glow seeps out from the edge of the curtain.

  "Come in."

  Mudan Yin got the nod of agreement before lifting his hand to push aside the curtain, and a beam of light shot over instantly, shining so brightly that he narrowed his eyes slightly.

  After a few moments, he adapted to the light in the house. The interior of the study was extremely simple and could even be called crude. In the center, there was only a red wood desk with the four treasures of the study on it. Behind the desk was a matching red wood chair. As for the surroundings of the desk, except for the direction towards the door and the left wall, they were all bookshelves, displaying countless books that outsiders would never be able to read.

  On the left wall of the desk, a delicate wooden window was open, and warm sunlight poured in, casting a golden patch on the floor.

  At this time, on the opposite side of the desk, a man in yellow robes was holding his brush and writing. His face was stern, with an air of majesty that could not be concealed between his eyebrows. His right hand grasped the brush, while his left hand was placed behind him. The whole person simply practiced calligraphy, exuding a kind of supreme grandeur.

  This person is none other than the current Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty - Zhou Ming Yi.

  "How?" Zhou Mingyi finished writing a character in his hand, let out a light breath, and put down his pen, as if he had come up with this question for no reason.

  However, Mu Chen naturally understood what he was asking, but he shook his head and said: "I have been to the Western Desert, but the Xirong people seem calm and peaceful, without any signs."

  Zhou Mingyi's face didn't show any changes, and no one knew what was going on in the mind of this person who controlled everything. However, at least one thing could be confirmed: Mu Chenyin's answer hadn't exceeded his expectations.

  "It seems that the four countries have hidden very deeply this time......" Zhou Mingyi sat down gently on the red wooden chair, his piercing eyes made people dare not look straight at him, but his tone was very calm and slow.

  Mudan's heart skipped a beat, her eyes cast downward, as if hesitating about whether to speak or not.

  "Hmm? If you have something to say, then say it." Zhou Mingyi and the like were figures who wouldn't let even a speck of dust escape their notice.

  "Listening to Father Emperor's words, it seems that he has already determined that the four nations are secretly plotting..."

  Zhou Mingyi's eyebrows twitched, his gaze jumped from the table to Muru Yun's body, and he carefully sized him up.

  Whenever he mentions this son, Zhou Mingyi is still very satisfied, except for one aspect, everything else is extremely outstanding, but it's just this one aspect that makes Zhou Mingyi look at Mu Chenyun with some displeasure.

  In this regard, Mochizuki has no interest in the throne, which can be seen from his own name change to "Mochizuki".

  Mudan's voice became softer as she felt Zhou Mingyi's gaze, but looking at his expression, there was no fear, probably just suddenly not wanting to say anything.

  Zhou Mingyi saw his appearance and didn't have any reaction, probably because he was used to Muru Yun's behavior.

  Zhou Mingyi's gaze fell back on the desk, and he began to grind the ink with his sleeve. A smile with great depth appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said, "I've been on the throne for several decades now..." He stopped speaking here, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became even more enigmatic.

  Mudan Yun was so clever and had been living in the palace for a long time. He naturally understood the implication of Zhou Mingyi's words at once.

  Zhou Mingyi has been in power for so many years, how could he possibly not have any tricks up his sleeve?

  As for what this trick is, or who it is, it's no longer a problem that Mucen should care about.

  Zhou Mingyi glanced at Murong Yun with the corner of his eye, knowing that he had understood his meaning. He smiled and said, "You've traveled for so long, you must be tired too. If there's nothing else, go back and rest."

  "I actually have one more thing."

  "Oh?" Zhou Mingyi was somewhat surprised, but also showed some interest, and asked, "What's up?"

  "It's about those two champions."

  "Oh?" Zhou Mingyi's eyes sparkled with even more interest. A top scholar who refused the emperor's summons was unprecedented since the founding of Great Zhou, and now two appeared at once. Although Zhou Mingyi let them off, his curiosity naturally grew.

  "I rushed back all the way, and heard that the two of them seemed to have been kidnapped. Is this true?" Mu Chen asked, staring at Zhou Mingjie.

  Zhou Mingyi surprisingly didn't show any surprise about this matter, but instead nodded and said: "This is indeed the case."

  He spoke with an air of nonchalance, as if he were talking about something completely unrelated.

  Mudan Yin saw his appearance and couldn't help but frown, finally still unable to bear it, saying: "Then are we just going to sit back and watch this happen?"

  Zhou Mingyi expected Mu Chenyin to ask, so he also answered without hesitation: "Yes."

  "But those were the two champions of our province..."

  "What's the big deal about being a top scholar? Refusing to meet with me, that just makes them ordinary people with no relation to the imperial court. Are two ordinary people getting kidnapped really worth disturbing me over?" Zhou Mingyi's response was without hesitation, his tone very relaxed, it seemed he truly didn't think much of these so-called top scholars.

  Mu Chenyin stared at him for a moment, confirming that Zhou Mingyi didn't intend to speak again. Only then did he say, "Also, I met a young man in the Western Desert this time."

  "What's next?" Zhou Mingyi asked lightly, his gaze lingering on Murong Yun's face. His eyes still held a lot of interest, but this interest was no longer in what Murong Yun was saying, but rather in Murong Yun himself.

  Murong Dust had a big argument with him today and said so many words, really beyond the expectation of this emperor father.

  Mudan Yin pretended not to feel Zhou Mingyi's gaze and continued in a light tone, "This young man is called Yang Yuxi."

  Zhou Mingyi suddenly thought of two other names when he heard this: Yang Yiwu and Yang Yiwen.

  Then Mu Chenyin said, "This young man is not simple. At the age of 14, he already has the cultivation of Extreme Dust Three Heavy Skies. I have also seen him defeat an opponent at Extreme Dust Five Heavy Skies with my own eyes. Moreover... his relationship with Nie Han is not shallow, and his weapon is a spear."

  Zhou Mingyi's eyes, which had been relaxed and casual just a moment before, were now shining with a sharp light, clearly indicating that he had sensed something from Mu Chenyin's words.

  Earlier in the Western Desert, Mochenyin was able to think of this, and naturally, Ren Huang also had some perception in an instant.

  "What about that Yang Yu Xi, how does he compare to Yang Wu and Yang Wen?" After a moment, Zhou Ming Yi spoke up, his voice somewhat serious, with a hint of sternness spreading out.

  Mo Dustin hesitated for a moment before saying, "If it's about writing, he naturally can't compare to Yang Yiwu, the number one scholar. But if it's about martial arts, I'm afraid even the number one martial artist is inferior to him."

  As soon as this was said, Zhou Mingyi's eyes condensed, and his cold gaze stared at Murong Yun.

  Mudan's voice was as if she hadn't heard it at all, her face unchanged.

  Zhou Mingyi continued: "You must have seen Yang Yiwu and Yang Yuwu, what do you think of them compared to Yang Yuxi..."

  "It's just like that!" Mu Chenyin interrupted Zhou Mingyi before he could finish speaking, a behavior that probably only he dared to do.

  Zhou Mingyi was a generation of heroes, and at this time, he would not care about these things. His tone became more serious, and he said in an unrefutable tone: "You will draw the appearance of the three of them."

  As he spoke, three sheets of Xuan paper had already been spread out on the desk.

  Mo Dusty sound also did not decline, nodded, walked quickly to the case, grasped the pen, dipped in ink, and wrote.

  The dust sound of ink and water is extremely skillful, the brush in hand is like being manipulated by a god, and three vivid portraits are drawn out in an instant. Any one of these paintings will sell for a high price if it falls outside the palace.

  But apparently Zhou Mingyi's attention was not on the money, his eyes shone brightly, staring unwaveringly at the three paintings, his gaze moving unceasingly, searching for the answer he wanted on the faces of the three people in the painting.

  At first glance, it seems that the three paintings are of the same person. However, upon closer inspection, differences can be seen. The person on the far left has a strong scholarly air and is holding a folding fan that appears to still be in motion. The middle person exudes a fierce and murderous aura, grasping a golden long spear. As for the person on the far right, they appear younger than the first two, with a radiant smile on their face that reveals a gentle and refined temperament.

  "It's just like this." Murong dust put down his pen and said, then he turned around to look at Zhou Mingyi, but was stunned.

  Zhou Mingyi's eyes were still flashing with intensity, but the meaning had completely changed, no longer serious as before, but shocked!

  Upon closer inspection, Zhou Mingyi's fingers grasping the corner of the rice paper were also trembling slightly.

  Mudan's eyebrows were furrowed very tightly.

  However, soon Zhou Mingyi's body calmed down, and he also realized that he had lost his composure earlier. At this time, he put his hands behind his back, and his deep eyes looked out the window, seemingly staring at nothing. The morning breeze blew by, and the white hairs on his temples fluttered in the wind.

  Mudan Yin was about to speak, but then he heard Zhou Mingyi's voice: "You go out, don't bother with these people. Also, send some skilled men to track down the two champions, and be sure to bring them back for me!"

  Mudan Yun was taken aback, but still replied: "Yes."

  Then he turned around and walked out of the imperial study, Zhou Mingyi's figure stood still in front of the window, frozen into a painting.

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  "Hey, Yang Yu Xi, where is this place!? We just got out of that godforsaken Western Desert and you've brought us to another tiny town that can't even be found on a map?" Huo Qi Ma stood in front of a small town with an unpleasant expression, her hands on her hips as she scolded Yang Yu Xi.

  But strangely, Yang Yuxi did not refute him this time. He slightly raised his head, and in his eyes, there was nothing else except the inscription on the city gate, as if those three words were his entire world.

  There were only three words on the city gate.

  "City of Evening Sun".

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