Peace Order

Chapter 1842 - 91: The Emperor

Wei Yiwen was stunned.

Jiang Su reached out to undo his clothes, his body was strong and martial, yet riddled with wounds, all of which he had acquired from battles, they were old scars. However, his chest and abdomen bore a particularly hideous, piercing wound. Even with the regeneration ability of a Martial Arts Legend’s body, it left a massive scar.

It resembled a dragon.

A scholar like Wei Yiwen had never seen such a fierce sight before, and could not help but feel a slight shiver of fear.

He instinctively stood up, saying:

"Grandmaster, this is!"

Jiang Su put his loose robe back on and replied, "Li Guanyi and I fought a great battle outside Zhenbei Pass. He used his Immortal Body, leveraging his vitality to fight me to the death. He paid a hefty price, yet I did not win easily either."

Jiang Su picked up a chess piece, saying, "These days, I often think of the past. Back then, His Majesty looked at the myriad stars in the sky from the Star-picking Tower. At that time, the Sword Madman of Jiangnan was still in seclusion, and all things were flourishing."

"But now, His Majesty has perished on the battlefield, Murong Longtu has also left the Martial World, and the people from my era are disappearing one by one, leaving me with a feeling of bewilderment."

"It’s as if I’ve been abandoned by them."

Wei Yiwen said, "Why would you say that, Grandmaster? Even if mountains and rivers collapse, with you here, the heavens can be held up by a single hand."

Jiang Su said, "I’ve already grown old."

This was a cruel statement.

It was also a statement that Wei Yiwen never expected to hear from Jiang Su’s lips.

So much so that the thoughts of this Prime Minister, who had caused quite a bit of trouble for Breaking Army, paused for a moment, Jiang Su said, "From the time I became famous, it has been over three hundred years. The lifespan of a Martial Arts Legend is not just three hundred years, but I made my name on the battlefield."

"In my youth, I often risked my life relying on martial prowess, pushing forward without fear, the consumption of energy and blood was tremendous, and I had destabilized my foundation early on. Now, I am not who I once was."

"Li Guanyi, however, is in his prime."

"He can still gain experience from one battle after another, continually improving. After being wounded, he recovers faster than I do, he will continue to grow stronger, whereas I will not, my body will not become more resilient after being injured and healed."

"Moreover, I will still feel fatigue and weakness from the injuries left by countless fierce battles over the past three hundred years."

"I am getting weaker, while Li Guanyi is getting stronger."

"My time is running out."

"Our opportunity is also running out."

Wei Yiwen remained silent for a long time, then said, "What do you mean, Grandmaster?"

Jiang Su said, "As His Majesty mentioned, Prince Jiang Guang is more suitable for the current world than the Crown Prince, not because Jiang Yuan is more talented, but precisely because Jiang Yuan is lacking in talent and measure."

"If it were Jiang Gao, he would stubbornly adhere to his views, hoping for peace within the world, he is still too naive, still clinging to the hope of peaceful coexistence."

"Jiang Yuan will indulge in pleasure."

"He will hope that I never return, yet hope that I defeat the enemy, as long as Jiang Su is alive, he certainly won’t go too far."

Wei Yiwen understood, the current Military God Jiang Su no longer needed a wise ruler, he had already served under a ruler of great vision and was satisfied.

Now the Military God needed a battlefield on which he could gallop.

And a puppet that wouldn’t hinder him.

Wei Yiwen said, "If the Crown Prince might not choose to obstruct the Grandmaster."

Jiang Su said, "Is that so?"

"Then, I can wait a little longer, they themselves will provide you with an answer, please."

Wei Yiwen sighed and left, worried and anxious.

As a warlord, Jiang Su needed a stable rear, but his stability required the king not to interfere with his military prowess on a whim, required a king who wasn’t driven by compassion, hoping for rest and recuperation in this critical moment.

Wei Yiwen, however, was the Prime Minister.

He constantly faced the king, naturally not wishing to confront a king who suppressed his desires and was uncontrollably willful. From his standpoint, he didn’t want Jiang Yuan to ascend the throne, but the development of events was ultimately not in accordance with his hopes.

The world briefly entered peace, when an envoy from Ying Country arrived in Jiangnan.

It was an envoy from Crown Prince Jiang Gao, bringing lavish gifts to pay respects to Prince Qin, Li Guanyi, hoping to repair relations between the two countries. Li Guanyi received these envoys, but when he heard what they had to say, he smiled slightly.

The envoy was a daughter of the royal family of Ying Country, Jiang Cai, a former disciple of the Zongheng School at the Academy.

She saw the very proud Breaking Army.

She saw those old friends from the Academy back then, she handed over gifts from Jiang Gao, and a letter from Jiang Gao, Li Guanyi finished reading the letter, saying, "Jiang Gao... brother, hopes for peace talks?"

Jiang Cai said, "Yes, the Crown Prince now governs with authority."

"With the world in chaos since the autumn of the eleventh year of Tianqi, until now, the autumn of the eighteenth year of Tianqi, in these seven or eight years, the world has been in endless strife, the people labor, soldiers fought hard, if this continues, when will the peaceful days of the people come?"

"Your Majesty, Prince Qin, is a virtuous ruler of our time. Back then, the Crown Prince and Prince Qin had an agreement, hoping to drink and celebrate when peace arrives."

Li Guanyi placed the letter on the table, saying, "Brother Jiang Gao..."

"Still too naive."

Jiang Cai pursed her lips, she saw Prince Qin said:

"Take all the gifts back."

Jiang Cai said, "Your Majesty..."

She couldn’t continue her sentence, seeing the gaze of Prince Qin calm, yet like the cold gleam of a forged weapon, dressed in deep blue, a jade belt at his waist, sleeves adorned with Qilin Pattern, yet calmly resting on the sword at his side.