Chapter 797

"At first, it was like a spring breeze." He Chunhua remembered that audience and also smiled, "The Monarch asked me what was going on, and I repeated what you said, only changing the reason for the Rongshan loan, saying it was the result of your active lobbying. The Monarch was very happy, saying heaven blesses Great Yuan, and then ordered me to urge you to sign and conclude quickly." After He Lingchuan signed and concluded, Yuan could get the first installment of 3.7 million taels.

Three million plus taels... he sighed secretly; this money could only buy a few True Immortal sword tips in the paper-drunk and gold-obsessed Lingxu City, but it was a life-saving straw for Yuan.

The dry die of drought, the flooded die of flood; this world is truly absurd.

"What did Father say?"

"Of course I agreed immediately." He Chunhua smiled, "The Monarch is in high spirits, so I'd better not spoil the fun."

He Lingchuan understood his meaning immediately.

He Chunhua would definitely make good use of this opportunity. The loan couldn't be approved too early, so He Chunhua could pressure the Yuan Monarch; this money couldn't come too late either, because fighting a war really needed money.

He Chunhua sighed again: "The Monarch asked me again, since there is such a great thing, why didn't I report it to the palace first, but instead let you go see the Chief of Protocol first as a foreign envoy!"

This father always wanted to beat him down. He Lingchuan didn't buy it: "Public business comes first; public business should be handled publicly. Otherwise, the subjects in the Yuan capital who are watching Father closely will also discuss privately, saying the He mansion doesn't distinguish between public and private, putting private before public."

This kid, his tongue is getting sharper and sharper.

"The clause that the flow of funds must be approved by the special envoy is truly amazing!" Making the Yuan court so angry they gritted their teeth, "Is it really instructed by Sect Master Xue of Rongshan?"

He Lingchuan didn't blink: "Of course." Of course not.

Sect Master Xue of Rongshan only let him act on his own. He had to beg Sect Master Xue for this authority.

But in the society where He Lingchuan came from, creditors intervening in the debtor's business, controlling the debtor's cash flow, and even guiding how the debtor manages the business—those were routine operations.

I lend you money, so I have to monitor how the money is used; otherwise, if you waste it again, what will you use to repay me? The dilapidated Yuan was a bottomless pit; if He Lingchuan didn't help Rongshan watch the field, let alone a few million taels of silver, even tens of millions wouldn't fill it.

From this point of view, the Rongshan Sect also needed him to check carefully to defend their own interests.

He Chunhua added: "Yesterday we talked about the war in the south, and today the news came. I just heard a bit of wind; the war to suppress the rebellion in the south is not going well; three battles were fought, and two were lost. Now the morale of the government army is low, and a team of 2,000 people was even scattered by 500 rebel soldiers."

"Father's opportunity has come." Time and luck. He Lingchuan also had to admit that He Chunhua's luck in the past few years was truly good; whatever he wanted came.

"These battle reports will probably reach the Monarch tonight." He Chunhua stroked his chin, "Chuan'er, you must delay for at least seven or eight days; the voices in the court opposing my leading the military affairs of the three prefectures are still very loud."

"With such great pressure, can you hold on?"

"What can I do? I am also doing it for the sake of Yuan." He Chunhua sighed, "If I advance rashly, the current southern war is a lesson from the past."

He Lingchuan smiled: "How long I can delay depends on the progress of the audit. Seven or eight days? I can't guarantee."

He Chunhua's face sank: "What does this mean?"

"Father, I also have the status of a Rongshan envoy. I secured the loan, so I have to bear the responsibility." He Lingchuan said slowly, "If Yuan really fills the loopholes in the collateral assets, I have no reason to keep blocking them."

"Outrageous!" He Chunhua stared at him, "You are my son, a member of the He family, and a person of Yuan, and only then a member of Rongshan! Don't reverse this order!"

He Lingchuan asked curiously: "Didn't Dad say this morning that bilateral relations should be based on honesty?"

"What bilateral relations? I'm talking about you!" He Chunhua was unhappy, "At a critical moment of life and death, why don't you know that father and son should be of one mind?"

"Father and son of one mind?" He Lingchuan changed the subject and suddenly asked, "Everyone thought I was killed after falling into the water; why did you insist that I was still alive?"

He Chunhua was stunned: "This is faith! Besides, you are a lucky general; you have encountered danger several times and always turned bad luck into good, so what's wrong with me holding some hope in my heart?"

However, He Lingchuan knew there was a divine seal mark in his sea of consciousness. In other words, whether he was dead or alive, the gods likely knew very well.

He Chunhua's tone softened: "Chuan'er is beginning to understand the meaning of honesty and loyalty; I am very comforted! But the matter you are handling is too important, and I am also doing my best for the country and family; you must listen to my words and never act on your own!"

He Lingchuan turned several thoughts in his mind and responded: "Father is earnest, and your son naturally understands."

At this time, a servant came to knock on the door, saying dinner was ready, and Lady Ying urged the father and son to eat.

"Let's go." The conversation ended there.

Dinner was harmonious and happy, and no one mentioned this matter again.

After dinner, He Lingchuan returned to his courtyard and practiced with a wooden sword for an hour.

Even though he used a wooden sword, the courtyard was filled with sword energy, making the flowers and trees lose their color and tremble.

When he finished his practice and returned to his room, the crape myrtle flowers in the courtyard were scattered all over the ground.

The mirror said: "Your sword practice this time, the killing intent is too heavy."

The last time He Lingchuan practiced his sword and couldn't stop the killing intent from leaking was before the Xushan plan was about to be launched in Lingxu City. He was under immense pressure then; was it the same now? "I thought you would show your cards to your father today."

"Not yet." He Lingchuan set up a barrier and took a towel to wipe his sweat, "If he and Naluotian are really related, this is likely an important secret at the bottom of his heart. If I reveal it rashly, I'm afraid it will provoke an overreaction. If he invites Naluotian to descend on the spot..."

That would be troublesome; after all, there was still a divine seal mark in his sea of consciousness.

"Do you want me to kill him immediately?"

Returning this time, showing his cards to his father wasn't the goal; finding a way to deal with Naluotian's mark, or rather, removing the threat Naluotian posed to him, was the point.

"Shinan also said that even if I have a divine seal mark, Naluotian's first descent must go through a ritual held by the summoner. If this procedure isn't followed, it has to consume astonishing energy. In other words, whether I kill Dad or not, Naluotian can descend on me; it's just a matter of cost." He Lingchuan's gaze flickered, "But conversely, unless it's a matter of extreme urgency, it won't directly possess me. This reflects the importance of the summoner—hmm, possibly my father."

"I must ensure he doesn't hold a ritual recently, so Naluotian won't be able to descend."

The status of Rongshan envoy and the loan Rongshan gave to Yuan were all his bargaining chips in dealing with He Chunhua. Otherwise, why would he run thousands of miles to Rongshan?

(End of chapter)