Chapter 999: Farewell, May Your Journey Be Smooth and Everla

Chapter 755: ReplacementChapter 999: Farewell, May Your Journey Be Smooth and Without Return

Peach leaves are pointed at the tips, and willow leaves completely cover the sky. At that place, there was Ming Agong...

On the Qinhuai River in Jinling, an elderly man in a straw raincoat sat on an old rocking chair. He held a fishing rod in his hand, his eyes slightly closed, and his free hand slowly patted the armrest. He hummed a tune, enjoying himself.

He was alone in his immediate vicinity, but the shadows were heavily guarded. Without permission, no one could approach.

A figure passed through the layers of guards, under the watchful eyes of countless pairs. He arrived behind the old man, and it was Duan Jinjiang.

Du Jianjiang stood still, seeing Wen Wang still singing a tune. He didn't speak to disturb him, but just listened quietly.

Upon finishing the tune, King Wen stopped his clapping and, in one smooth motion, picked up a nearby purple clay teapot. He took a sip from the spout before smiling and saying, "How was my song"

"The pronunciation is clear, the rhythm is well-matched, and the melody rises and falls gracefully. It's a rare good tune." Duan Jinchang replied with a smile.

King Wen smiled and said: "The first time I heard this song was when the previous emperor took me to Jing Mountain for a sacrifice to heaven. Seeing how much my father liked it, I wanted to please him, so I secretly practiced it for a long time. Finally, I had a chance to perform it in front of my father, but I was scolded for not being serious about my duties."

Du Jianjiang's lips twitched.

A prince, with both his civil and military skills well-developed, chose to learn singing instead of studying. No wonder he was scolded by the emperor.

This is like flattering someone to their face, missing the point entirely.

What made Duan Jiang embarrassed was that after learning about the origin of this saying, his previous flattery seemed a bit misplaced.

This is awkward.

Wen Wang, however, seemed oblivious to Duan Jinjiang's awkwardness. He said, "So, it doesn't really matter what a person does. What matters is knowing when to do what. If you choose wrong, even with lots of effort, it will be for nothing."

This time, Jinjiang had learned his lesson and just listened without saying a word.

Lifting her eyelids, she glanced at Duan Jintang once and said in a flat tone, “Have you thought this through This trip to the capital, you’ll probably not be coming back.”

If the Crown Prince wins, you'll have nowhere to run. Even if Zhao Xuanji wins, do you think he would let someone who knows his many secrets and has been his colleague for decades return to Jinling

Duan Jinjiang's eyes sank. "Blood feud, there is no choice but to go," he said. "I want to see the Crown Prince die with my own eyes. As long as he dies, I will never return. There is nothing in this world worth remembering anymore."

Wen Wang nodded upon hearing this and stopped persuading him.

"A few days ago, I sent him a dead tiger as a gift, and he sent me a corpse in return. It seems this prince is indeed a man who harbors grudges."

"If you choose to go, that's fine. Some knots in your heart always need to be opened personally."

Having said that, Wen Wang picked up the purple sand teapot and gestured it towards Duan Jinjiang. He said calmly, "Then this cup of tea, I toast to you, wishing you a smooth journey, though there will be no return."

Duan Jinchang took a step back, bowed deeply, and raised his fist in salute above his head. After performing a deep bow, he turned and left without looking back.

Wen Wang took a sip of tea and placed the zisha teapot beside him. His gaze was fixed on the serene Qinhuai River, his eyes flickering with unreadable light. At this moment, no one could tell what thoughts were swirling in his mind.

After a long silence, he suddenly let out a light chuckle and muttered to himself, "In a fight between two tigers, one must die. This game of world domination has just begun. Only the victor of your conflict will be worthy of playing against me."Chapter 956: Prince Slaughter