Chapter 1516 - 817: Do You Dare to Kill the Crown Prince (Double-Length)_2

Wang Shenzhi didn't understand its purpose; his throat moved involuntarily, feeling slightly stiff.

At this moment, seeing the Han King's face dark as he approached, his eagle-like gaze fixed on Wang Shenzhi's face. A cold sweat instantly appeared on Wang Shenzhi's forehead, and he subconsciously stepped back half a step, his back pressing against the cold bookshelf.

"Your Highness…" Wang Shenzhi forced out some words, trying to regain the dignity of a great scholar, but only felt his mouth dry and tongue parched.

Suddenly, without any warning, Yu Wen Yuan's waist sunk slightly, and his right fist, like a cannonball, struck firmly onto Wang Shenzhi's soft abdomen.

"Ugh—ah!"

Wang Shenzhi's eyes bulged out suddenly, curving like a shrimp as he fell forward, blurting out 'wah', a mouthful of bright red blood spewing from his mouth.

Yu Wen Yuan looked down coldly at the old scholar writhing in pain on the ground.

"What Taizong, what Emperor Wen," he spoke, pausing between each word coldly, "can't explain clearly; surely trying to disgrace me before Father Khan."

Hearing the words, Wang Shenzhi struggled to lift his head, blood mixed with sweat on his face, wanting to argue, but could only utter painful sounds.

"Someone come." Yu Wen Yuan no longer looked at him, called out loudly.

Two guards nearby responded and pushed the door open.

"Throw him out." Yu Wen Yuan pointed to Wang Shenzhi, "Invite Wu Baha'er, let him speak."

"Understood."

The guards came forward, one on each side, effortlessly lifting the limp and still bleeding Wang Shenzhi, dragging him towards the door. A shocking trail of blood was left on the floor.

Yu Wen Yuan went back to his desk and sat down, his gaze falling on the bloodstained "Essential Governance of Zhen Guan" and the dead cricket, pulling out a smile.

Virtue? Advice? Some water, some boat?

He picked up the dead cricket, pinching it vigorously, grinding it into powder.

......…

......…

Chen Yi carefully held back his strength.

So a punch didn't kill the man, just half-crippled him.

Left a life, as a meeting gift.

Chen Yi tugged on the person's sleeve, whispered for a moment, and let him go.

Then he took Miss Donggong to stroll through the bustling market; with this stupid girl's good fortune, Chen Yi felt somewhat at ease.

Thunderous drums suddenly took the lead, and a team of muscular men arrived, dancing with a giant dragon covered in golden scales. Miss Donggong exclaimed in awe as the dragon was intricately made; the tail moved seamlessly with built-in springs, which made it look lively and drew cheers from the crowd. This was the famous Chang'an Lion Dragon Lantern Festival of Central Pass.

As the dragon lantern paused, dancers from Grass Beach raised their "Bench Dragons" and elegantly maneuvered through the streets; their dance was rustic yet vigorous. Not far away, owners of wine and oil workshops set up an incense table and solemnly held ceremonies to worship the Dragon King, praying for favorable weather for oil pressing and winemaking in the coming year.

After walking for a while, a group surrounded them as they turned a corner.

They displayed a badge; it was people from the Inspection Department.

"My name is Qiao Tumen; His Highness sent us to find you."

"Alright."

Qiao Tumen frowned immediately; this person had a certain rebellious air.

No need to dwell on it, first introduce them to His Highness, and see how capable they are; if useless, His Highness will handle them.

Amidst the noise, people coming and going, coaches couldn't pass; Qiao Tumen walked with the two through the marketplace, lane by lane, Chen Yi followed, although he noticed spies lurking, he didn't look much.

"This is Wuding Square…"

Donggong Ruoshu nudged Chen Yi's waist with her elbow, somewhat cautiously, transmitting sound clandestinely.

"Hmm, no need to panic."

Although Donggong Ruoshu was a Chang'an native, she claimed she rarely went out alone; her father wouldn't let her meet members of the royal family. When a little older, she studied swordsmanship with a Broken Swordman for a year or two, thus people in Chang'an only heard of the missing Crown Princess Consort but never saw her.

Moreover, with Zhu E's Illusion Technique for protection, she wouldn't be recognized easily.

Approaching the destination, Chen Yi muttered a few simple spell words to communicate in barbarian language.

Arriving at the Han Prince Mansion, Qiao Tumen, after being relayed by the garrison, opened the small gate, leading the two inside.

Inside the gate were rows of quarters, resembling more of a soldier-nurturing Prefecture City than an aristocratic mansion; deep within, one could see the Han style: corridors, moon gates, stone steps, and hall's high threshold.

Nodding to the guards, Qiao Tumen directly led Chen Yi into the inner courtyard; Chen Yi was slightly surprised and quickly understood. Da Jin was founded by barbarians; their mansions didn't observe decorum, allowing guards into the inner house, not adhering strictly to gender separation.

Along the way, encountering some women, they didn't react much to strangers, instead deliberately glanced several times. When Chen Yi scanned past, they covered their mouths and laughed; Chen Yi suspected they were trying to memorize his face to fancifully indulge in dreams later.

...Perhaps it is due to spending much time in Great Yin, that he normally feels more confident.

Looking back at the direction of Qiao Tumen, it was leading them toward the study room; Chen Yi could hear the sound of teaching from afar.

"Tang Taizong is a very good emperor of the Tang Family. To educate the Crown Prince, he composed this document himself, speaking of the dignity of being an emperor. Speaking of emperor's legal system to the Great Khan, this is the most crucial task for the love of the people.

The Emperor should be like the towering mountains, like the bright sun and moon, that illuminate everywhere. When becoming an emperor, the people of the realm will look up to him and willingly follow.

If actions are good, the people of the realm are very happy. If actions are not good, the people of the realm are greatly disappointed.

So Tang Taizong said the common people are water, and he is the boat.

His Highness is the Han King, his aspirations should be broad and grand, when broad and grand, he can accommodate people. The heart should be balanced and correct, when balanced and correct, one can manage affairs properly, just like Tang Taizong."

Amongst it were mixed some Northern Hu words, explained very simply, which Chen Yi could easily understand.

One can glimpse some of this Han King's Han studies proficiency.

Upon reaching the study room, Qiao Tumen stepped forward, whispering, "Your Highness, the people have been brought."

The sound of teaching inside the study room suddenly quieted.

"Enter, have been waiting for a long time."

His Chinese was not very fluent; Chen Yi's gaze slightly narrowed. It matched precisely with the intelligence gathered earlier from Iron Abacus, which allows for smooth communication.

If the Han King himself is highly adept in Han studies, then Chen Yi would immediately leave with Donggong Ruoshu, absolutely not lingering.

After all, Chen Yi's research on Taoist texts is just at an introductory level, and it was from a previous life that he entered this door; in this life, he hasn't delved much into them.

"I am Chen Wu, met His Highness."

Inside the room, a murmur of Northern Hu was spoken.

Chen Yi had previously performed a spell, naturally understanding it,

"His Highness does not have to worry about those surnamed Chen, I am not a Jin person."

Inside, there was a momentary pause, followed by a voice:

"You understand our Northern language?"

"People have human speech, beasts have beast language, even the languages of birds and beasts can be understood, let alone the language of the Northern lands."

"Good skills, you siblings come in."

The door was pulled open from inside by an old scholar with white hair; his face was thin and clear, with considerable presence, he smiled and clasped his hands toward Chen Yi and the others:

"Please enter."

Looking at the Han King, he wore a narrow-sleeve Hu clothing with a collar, his hair shaved at the top, retaining short hair at the forehead and hair on both sides, arranged in two braids hanging over the shoulders. Due to the abundance of mosquitoes on the grassland, which makes washing difficult, many barbarians adopted this hairstyle.

"He possesses Divine Arts, understands our language, so you don't need Wu Baha'er to interpret," Yu Wen Yuan instructed.

"Yes."

Afterward, Yu Wen Yuan cast his gaze over and said, "I heard you fought and killed that Western Regions mage; do you truly have this ability?"

"Yes."

"Good, do you understand Han studies? My Father Khan likes those who understand Han studies." Yu Wen Yuan said straightforwardly.

"I understand some."

"Did you understand what Wu Baha'er was teaching just now?"

"I understood it, water can carry a boat, and can also overturn a boat." This phrase Chen Yi still knew.

Yu Wen Yuan was overjoyed upon hearing this and said, "Good! You will surely gain Father Khan's favor!"

The scholar on the side known as Wu Baha'er slightly raised his body and was about to speak.

"Wu Baha'er, go ahead."

"His Highness may be a bit rash; this person's origins are not very clear."

"What you say is indeed true." Yu Wen Yuan nodded, then looked at Chen Yi, his eyes sharp like a hawk for a moment, "I will first ask you one thing."

"Your Highness may ask freely." Chen Yi made a gesture of invitation.

Only to see Yu Wen Yuan's gaze disdainful, he asked word by word:

"Do you dare assassinate the Crown Prince?"