Imperial Cultivation

When Chu Zhiyuan returned to the Qing Wang Manor from the Ministry of Rites, the night was already hazy, and the lights were just coming on.

Surrounded by his guards, he walked slowly on the street, his super senses alert to his surroundings.

The number of experts in the city was becoming more and more dense.

The Town Military Department actually didn't restrict the entry of martial arts experts, letting them come in to join in the fun. They're really tough, unwilling to show weakness and refusing to give in.

The city guards and experts from the Town Military Department were also becoming denser.

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He speculated that the Town Military Department had mobilized experts from all over to come to the capital.

One was to restrict martial arts experts from entering Yujing, weakening their numbers, and the other was to increase the number of experts in the Town Military Department.

The most stable approach would be to do both at the same time.

But looking at it now, the Town Military Department has only adopted the second approach, showing great confidence.

Chu Zhiyuan saw clearly that this matter was a case of success or failure.

If something went wrong, it would be arrogance and self-importance, but if nothing went wrong, it would be a brilliant decision.

Halfway there, he saw Huang Shirong, who was moving through the crowd with ease.

Huang Shirong was still wearing an apricot-yellow silk dress, graceful as a willow branch, accompanied by two white-clad girls, Wen Qianqian and Xu Mengyu.

When Huang Shirong saw him, she stepped forward, cupped her fist in salute, and smiled charmingly, "Has the Prince gone to welcome the Da Zhen mission?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "The Frostscale Iron Cavalry are very powerful."

Even the most fearless people will not die without value.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "It will be difficult next, you must be careful."

"Yes," Huang Shirong's expression was solemn.

Next, even if one member of the Da Zhen mission was injured, the Town Military Department would be derelict in their duty, and no one in the Yujing Town Military Department would want to escape punishment.

"The Da Zhen mission has two Grand Masters guarding them, so there is no need to worry about the Four Directions Inn, but rather to keep an eye on those who go out."

"Two?"

"Two."

"... Alright." Huang Shirong nodded slowly. "Then we'll keep an eye on those who go out—they'll probably think we're monitoring them."

"We can only let them think what they want," Chu Zhiyuan said.

In fact, they should be monitored.

Everyone knew that Da Zhen had spies in Da Jing, and the arrival of the Da Zhen mission would definitely contact the leaders of these spies.

The relationship between countries is complex. The alliance between the two countries is not purely cooperation and closeness, but also secret struggles.

No open strife, but secret battles.

The two of them chatted for a while longer before parting ways.

As he left, surrounded by his guards, gradually disappearing into the distant crowd, Wen Qianqian smiled and said, "Senior Sister, why didn't you ask him about his marriage with the An Guogong's daughter?"

Huang Shirong shook her head.

Xu Mengyu said, "What's there to ask?"

"Is the An Guogong's daughter really that beautiful, the number one beauty in Yujing?"

"Miss Xiao is very beautiful," Huang Shirong said. "I've seen her. She deserves the name of the number one beauty in Yujing."

Wen Qianqian sighed, "The Fourth Prince is really lucky to be able to marry the An Guogong's daughter."

Huang Shirong smiled.

Xu Mengyu said, "The Fourth Prince is still very capable."

"But his reputation isn't big enough," Wen Qianqian said.

"He'll make a name for himself sooner or later," Xu Mengyu smiled. "If he were an ordinary prince, would Senior Sister Huang value him?"

They could all see Huang Shirong's regard for Chu Zhiyuan.

This regard was not because of his status as a prince, but because of his abilities.

They had never seen what Chu Zhiyuan was capable of, so they were always curious and always paid attention to him.

In a study in a spacious courtyard of the Da Zhen Courtyard in the Four Directions Inn, Cheng Tianfeng was leaning on his desk, looking at a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance, wearing a green robe, which was the official robe of officials below the sixth rank in Da Jing, and was standing respectfully in front of the desk.

"Chu Zhiyao has returned?"

"Yes, Your Highness, Chu Zhiyao has returned to Liutian. The day before yesterday, the Xuan Prince held a birthday banquet, and Chu Zhiyao personally received the guests."

"As expected, he has returned," Cheng Tianfeng said calmly. "What about the other one?"

"According to the information I have obtained, Chu Zhihua is still in the army and has not returned."

"So, besides the two of them, there is another Innate, Chu Zhiyuan, the Qing Prince's son?"

"Yes, Your Highness should pay attention to this Chu Zhiyuan."

"An Innate who has just entered the realm, and I should pay attention to him? Moreover, he is the son of the Qing Prince, who is not favored by the Da Jing Emperor, right?"

The Qing Wang Manor has been sealed for thirty years and is not favored by the Emperor, so it cannot get the inclination of various cultivation resources from the Heavenly Treasure Department.

So there is nothing to fear.

"The information I risked my life to find out is that this Chu Zhiyuan obtained twenty demonic beasts during the winter hunt and obtained a ninth-rank merit. He should have mastered some kind of amazing power," the green-robed middle-aged man said in a deep voice. "Although his cultivation realm is not high, his killing power is strong."

"Hmm—, is it possible that he will temporarily replace Chu Zhiyao?"

"I think it's possible," the green-robed middle-aged man said.

"What is his current realm?"

"... I couldn't find out," the green-robed middle-aged man hesitated. "The Qing Wang Manor has been sealed all the time. The people who had previously infiltrated have already been withdrawn, and no one has been recruited since. Usually, this prince has been practicing in the Mingwu Hall. He only showed his martial arts once in the Hou Tu Hall. He should have defeated the young leader of the Hou Tu Hall."

"What is the cultivation of that young leader?"

"Innate Second Level."

"What is the current state of that young leader?"

"He has been burying himself in hard training."

"That means Chu Zhiyuan is not much stronger than him, but he is expected to catch up."

"Your Highness is wise."

"It's nothing, it's a pity that I can't see this one. If I saw him, I would be able to judge his true strength."

"Your Highness saw him today. He is an assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites and was among the welcoming party today, standing in the front few positions."

"Oh—?"

Cheng Tianfeng's sword-like eyebrows furrowed as he began to recall in his mind, finally nodding slowly, "There was only one young man, and he looked quite calm."

"Yes," the green-robed middle-aged man agreed.

He always had a kind of illusion that Cheng Tianfeng and the Fourth Prince of Da Jing were like brothers, because their temperaments were too similar.

Both were calm and peaceful, calm and composed, as if nothing could make them change color.

This was a quality formed by a combination of talent and acquired cultivation, a quality that he had been pursuing and honing.

"He's an interesting one," Cheng Tianfeng smiled. "He entered the Ministry of Rites as soon as he came out of the Mingwu Hall. Is he someone who doesn't pursue cultivation and has a quiet temperament?"

Then he added, "Of course, he may also be afraid of death."

"He should be afraid of death," the green-robed middle-aged man smiled. "He acts too cautiously and always has guards around him."

Other princes and princesses are very annoyed by the guards, hating that they are following them all the time. They reduce the number of guards as much as possible and don't use guards if they can avoid it.

But he is different, fearing that there are not enough guards. If he didn't have to guard the Qing Wang Manor, he would probably bring all the guards with him.

Moreover, he is not very curious about the lives of the people, and he is not very interested in eating, drinking, and having fun.

This is too contrary to the temperament of young people. There is only one possibility, that he is afraid of death.

"There's nothing wrong with being afraid of death," Cheng Tianfeng laughed.

There are always some useless, good-for-nothing guys in the royal family who are timid as mice, cherish their lives, are wretched, and are not worth looking at.

"Yes," the green-robed middle-aged man said. "Your Highness, I have collected the information on this Fourth Prince to the greatest extent possible, but the time is too short, far from enough."

"This is almost enough," Cheng Tianfeng said. "He married the daughter of the An Guogong Manor?"

"Yes."

"The number one beauty in Yujing, have you seen her?"

"I haven't seen her, but everyone who has seen her is convinced. She should be extremely beautiful."

"The number one beauty in Yujing—" Cheng Tianfeng smiled.

The green-robed middle-aged man sighed inwardly.

This prince is good in everything, calm and generous, with outstanding aptitude, and is also the personal disciple of the National Teacher, expected to inherit the throne.

But there is one fatal flaw: lust.

He likes women.

He extremely likes women.

It is said that this is both the hereditary bloodline of the Da Zhen royal family and the secret mental method of the Da Zhen royal family.

He could deduce that if Cheng Tianfeng won, and had to choose between the princess and Xiao Ruoling, Cheng Tianfeng would definitely choose Xiao Ruoling.

But now Xiao Ruoling is already married, and she is still the Qing Wang Prince's wife.

Even if he proposed it again, the Da Jing Emperor would not agree.

But even if the Da Jing Emperor did not agree, as long as the prince proposed it, he would form a deadly feud with the Qing Wang Prince.

The hatred of taking a wife is a great humiliation.

They are here to form an alliance, not to form a feud.

Cheng Tianfeng glanced at him and laughed: "Don't worry, I'm just curious about what the number one beauty in Yujing looks like, I always have to take a look."

"Yes," the green-robed middle-aged man's heart trembled.

He didn't believe this.

He is so curious now, once he sees the real person, he will probably be unable to extricate himself.

And as the most top-notch prince, he has always been able to get whatever he wants, and there is nothing he can't get.

What's more, there are already several top beauties from Da Zhen in this prince's mansion, and not every one of them is willing.

The Da Zhen royal family regards this kind of thing as a romantic affair and doesn't think it's a big deal.

The security in Yujing City is extremely good, especially in the inner city. City guards and experts from the Town Military Department are stationed every ten steps, a scene of peace.

But outside the city, the sky is high and the land is wide. For a prince, it is not difficult to snatch a woman.