Chapter 82: Gu Jin Nian

Da Xia Academy.

All the students followed behind Gu Jin Nian, each one brimming with excitement.

Today, they were on the verge of making a disgraceful spectacle.

Fortunately, Gu Jin Nian's appearance not only resolved the trouble but also gave them a chance to vent.

However, although most were happy, a small portion were not particularly pleased.

With faces full of sorrow, they came to Gu Jin Nian's side and said.

"Prince."

"We will never forget today's favor, but offending the Kong Family is ultimately undesirable."

"Actually, Your Highness the Prince, there's no need for this; the Kong Family's influence is vast, and the Da Xia Poetry Gathering is imminent. Tomorrow we will visit the Kong Family's Main Residence to settle the grievance, lest the relationship become too strained."

Someone spoke up and came to Gu Jin Nian's side.

Regarding today's matter, they were naturally delighted; Gu Jin Nian vented his fury for them, and they felt great satisfaction.

But the problem is that offending the Kong Family is bad, especially for Gu Jin Nian, this is not good at all.

"No problem."

"We are all classmates, and the matter arose because of me; this Prince would never stand by idly."

"However, if you are worried or scared, this Prince will not stop you."

Gu Jin Nian's voice was calm.

Since the Kong Family has been offended, there's no need to think about seeking reconciliation.

Of course, if they themselves are fearful, there's nothing to say; Gu Jin Nian will not prevent them from apologizing.

"Your Highness the Prince has misunderstood."

The latter hurried to speak, fearing Gu Jin Nian might misunderstand.

"No problem."

"Everyone, today's actions were solely done by me, Gu; if you wish to avoid offending the Kong Family, you may handle it yourselves."

"Rest assured, if the Kong Family dares to trouble you, I, Gu, will accompany you to the end."

When Gu Jin Nian spoke, it was indeed imposing.

At his words, the crowd began to speak one after another.

"Your Highness the Prince has misunderstood."

"We never meant it that way; today the Prince stood up for us, and this kindness is unforgettable."

"Indeed, Your Highness the Prince, since we chose to return with you today, that suffices to prove everything; we hope the Prince will not misunderstand."

The crowd spoke.

Today, they went with a pilgrim's mindset to the Kong Family to worship the holy grandson, but they did not expect that this holy grandson could not tell right from wrong, helping outsiders bully

Honestly, how could they not be angry? And looking back at Gu Jin Nian, he was willing to offend the Kong family to help them.

Honestly, how could they not be angry? Looking back at Gu Jin Nian, he risked offending the Kong Family to help them.

As for claims that the Gu Family and the Kong Family hold a grudge, whether true or not, when it reaches this point,

people usually smile cheerfully.

They are fully aware of this gratitude.

In comparison, Gu Jin Nian keeps his word, each person takes responsibility for his own deeds, displaying the demeanor of a gentleman.

Now look at this holy grandson of the Kong Family; he is truly a sellout seeking glory.

Even if his background is excellent, he has

You should know that the parents of these people are not minor figures; those who can enter Da Xia Academy are not ordinary talents, are they the outstanding ones? Kong Yu feels he is merely suppressing a group of scholars, but in reality the suppression is far from being just ordinary scholars.

One must know that the parents of these people are not mere minor figures; those who can enter Da Xia Academy, that one is not a "human among dragons and phoenixes"?

Kong Yu thought it was merely suppressing a group of scholars, but in fact the suppression was far from ordinary scholars.

Gu Jin Nian has won the people's hearts; in the future Da Xia Dynasty, these people, about seven or eight out of ten, will be stationed

as local governors, or perhaps hold official positions in the court.

Such gratitude, for Gu Jin Nian's future, is a tremendously beneficial thing.

"Well, today everyone has

The group didn't chatter; each went back and wrote in a letter about today's events to inform their parents.

a bit

let's rest, I

However, someone is misleading public opinion, skirting the issue, defining this incident as merely a quarrel between Gu Jin Nian and Kong Yu.

In fact, it was Kong Yu who was meddling, but the rumor that reached the people turned it into a story that Gu Jin Nian is the only scholar among the generals, both a noble and versed in Confucianism and Dao, a peerless prodigy.

Moreover, Kong Yu is a holy grandson; the two are about the same age, so their mutual disrespect is understandable.

Thus the dispute arose; it was not a major matter.

The news gradually spread among the common folk of the capital.

However, someone was misleading public opinion, skirting the main issue, defining the incident as merely a dispute between Gu Jin Nian and Kong Yu.

Obviously Kong Yu was betraying from within, yet the rumor among the people turned it into Gu Jin Nian being the only scholar among the generals, both a noble and versed in Confucianism and Dao, a peerless heavenly prodigy.

And Kong Yu is the holy grandson; the two are of similar age, so their mutual resentment is quite reasonable.

Thus the quarrel arose, nothing of great significance.

This is the advantage of controlling scholars; although Kong Yu was at fault, the current narrative reduces it to a childish clash of temperaments.

It is a complete evasion of the main issue.

If Gu Jin Nian were at fault, it would likely be met with a flood of condemnation.

【61】 The common folk learned of this matter.

【62】 Inside the Da Xia Imperial Palace.

【63】 Emperor Yongsheng naturally also learned of it.

【64】 In the Hall of Nurturing the Heart.

【65】 Emperor Yongsheng listened as Wei Xian reported to the prince in the hall.

His expression appeared utterly calm.

After about a quarter hour, Wei Xian continued speaking.

"Your Highness, nowadays the common folk only see the dispute between the Crown Prince and the Holy Grandson as a matter of pride; its impact is minor, which can even be considered a good thing."

"I, your servant, think that the Da Xia Academy is imminent, and envoys from all nations have arrived; there is no need to continue the uproar."

He spoke up, offering his own view.

Inside the Yangxin Hall.

Emperor Yong Sheng was very calm, and it was unclear what he was pondering.

After a moment, Emperor Yong Sheng slowly spoke.

"The Kong family indeed showed some favoritism."

"Someone needs to step forward to curb their arrogance."

Emperor Yong Sheng spoke.

Obviously, he was also displeased with the Kong family's conduct—bullying his own people and aiding outsiders? "As you command."

"Your Majesty, news has arrived that Kong Yu also seems set to join this Da Xia Poetry Gathering."

Wei Xian spoke.

He relayed the news.

Upon hearing that, Emperor Yong Sheng could not help but speak.

"Very well."

"Spread the news; before the Da Xia Poetry Gathering, let the whole of Da Xia know of this, so the populace will pay attention."

"Also, if Gu Jin Nian really loses, manage public opinion to minimize pressure on Gu Jin Nian as much as possible."

"During this period, have the Xuan Deng Office keep a close watch, and let Gu Lao Liu handle it."

Emperor Yong Sheng spoke.

Kong Yu's action is nothing but courting death.

The Da Xia Poetry Gathering draws nationwide attention; he knows Kong Yu is resentful, wants to contend, and clash with Gu Jin Nian in literary talent.

But if he wins, it's really no big deal, since he is a descendant of a saint, and his skill surpassing Gu Jin Nian is reasonable.

However, if he loses, it would be utterly humiliating.

Such a gamble is entirely unnecessary; winning brings no favor, losing is disastrous, self‑inflicted suffering.

Nevertheless, Emperor Yong Sheng understood that Kong Yu is now fuming with rage, which is quite advantageous.

He hopes the Gu family will clash with the Kong family, and indeed the Kong family has some unsavory dealings; over recent years countless memorials have been submitted, partly involving the Kong family.

He is displeased, extremely displeased.

But there is no way, for behind the Kong family stands a saint; they dare not act, or rather, without necessity they cannot act.

Even if they acted, they could not eradicate it completely; it would only bring a lot of trouble.

Now Gu Jin Nian is at odds with the Kong family, which is a good thing—at least for him, it is a good thing.

"Gu Jin Nian, don't disappoint your uncle; your uncle has paved the way, but how you walk it is up to you."

Finally, Emperor Yong Sheng muttered to himself.

Meanwhile.

The Gu Family.

Unlike Emperor Yong Sheng, Grandfather Gu, upon learning of this, smiled broadly.

He even directly praised Gu Jin Nian, saying he acted well and that the Gu family has true blood.

He didn't think Gu Jin Nian did anything wrong at all.

However, after learning that Kong Yu also intends to join the Da Xia Poetry Gathering, Grandfather Gu remained silent in his study for a long time.

The whole clan fell into a quiet hush.

"Father, Kong Yu's sudden entry into the Da Xia Poetry Gathering is clearly targeting Gu Jin Nian; what should we do?"

Gu Ningya spoke, a bit anxious.

Although he despised Kong Yu, the other's strength was evident; it was unthinkable to claim Kong Yu was incapable.

One could say his character is lacking, but certainly not his literary talent.

"I have a plan."

At that moment, Gu Qianzhou suddenly spoke, drawing everyone's attention.

"What method?"

The crowd was curious.

"The Da Xia Poetry Gathering is about three days away; I will go find Gu Jin Nian and give him thorough guidance. Barring any mishap, there should be no major problem."

"Entering the first three rounds should be stable."

Gu Qianzhou spoke, his face self‑assured.

Upon saying that, everyone's gaze fell on him, their eyes full of contempt.

You, then?

Guiding Gu Jin Nian? That's a disgraceful thing to do here, right?

"What? You don't trust me?"

Gu Qianzhou frowned and couldn't help looking at the crowd.

"Get out of the way."

Grandfather Gu directly spoke, rebuking Gu Qianzhou.

It's already this far, and you're still quibbling here.

"Fine, since the Kong family wants to join, let them join; losing isn't a problem, after all Gu Jin Nian has only just started learning literature."

"Losing isn't shameful; if by chance we win, that would be something else."

"These days, don't disturb Gu Jin Nian; let him study alone. The Da Xia Poetry Contest is imminent; don't cause any trouble."

The elder's thoughts are the same.

And the others said nothing, all nodding.

But honestly, inside they were still a bit worried.

After all, they knew Kong Yu's talent, and they also knew Gu Jin Nian could produce timeless poems and essays, but the person he faced was Kong Yu.

Moreover, the Da Xia Poetry Contest requires improvisation, so there's no guarantee Gu Jin Nian can produce any poems or essays.

The specifics will have to be seen.

Thus.

Until evening.

Kong Yu's participation in the Da Xia Poetry Contest spread completely.

In an instant, the capital boiled over.

Even a fool could see that Kong Yu was now at odds with Gu Jin Nian; for the common folk, it wasn't a good thing, but at least it was lively.

Controversy brings topics, and topics keep days from being boring.

At that moment, the entire capital split into two camps: one supporting Gu Jin Nian, the other supporting Kong Yu.

Surprisingly, many people supported Gu Jin Nian; his past timeless essays and poems were still vivid in the people's minds.

Naturally, both sides received considerable support.

One could say that this Da Xia Poetry Contest, even before it began, already showed a dragon‑versus‑tiger trend.

Especially since someone behind the scenes was fanning the flames, seemingly pointing the spear at both.

One is the holy grandson of the Kong Family's Main Residence, already a rising Confucian‑Daoist talent, and one step ahead is the youngest Great Scholar in millennia.

The other is a Great Summer Noble, grandson of the Duke of Zhen Guo, author of timeless essays and poems, a poet of the nation.

Whether in status or ability, the two differ little, naturally becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

Thus.

In the blink of an eye, two more days passed.

Only one day remained until the Da Xia Poetry Contest.

At this moment, within Da Xia Capital.

Not only talented scholars from various nations gathered, but Da Xia's common folk also swarmed in, arriving at the capital.

A Da Xia Poetry Contest brought a flood of tourists; one could say everything in Da Xia Capital was rising in price.

Any inn was three to four times more expensive than before.

However, to give all contestants a good environment, Da Xia Capital imposed a curfew, to be lifted after the Da Xia Poetry Contest began.

And within the Da Xia Academy.

It was especially quiet.

Not only were people preparing to compete, the main reason was not to disturb Gu Jin Nian.

These days, the school had suspended classes.

Inside the dormitory.

Gu Jin Nian's eyes were a bit red.

He hadn't prepared any lessons these two days, nor read any poems.

He was simply helping his Sixth Uncle study this letter.

For two consecutive days, Gu Jin Nian couldn't understand a single character, stranger than Morse code by countless times.

It wasn't even characters; it felt like doodles.

Yet, in the unseen, Gu Jin Nian felt this thing must represent some meaning.

So after pondering, Gu Jin Nian came up with a plan.

Ancient tree.

Yes.

Gold‑spending ancient tree.

Among the ancient tree there is a branch that can foretell and answer, but it costs silver taels.

Therefore, Gu Jin Nian gave all his silver notes to Wang Fugui, exchanging them for a large amount of gold, initially betting one hundred taels each.

The information obtained wasn't useless weather gossip, but its significance was still limited.

In the end, Gu Jin Nian threw one thousand taels of gold in one go.

By the end, all his possessions were gone.

Looking at the last fruit in the ancient tree, how could Gu Jin Nian not feel envious?

Gold‑spending bottomless pit.

Gu Jin Nian truly understood that phrase.

He had spent several thousand taels of gold, earned from selling talismans and family subsidies, all exhausted.

Those few thousand taels of gold would have been enough to buy a decent house near the western street of the capital.

"If it still doesn't appear, Sixth Uncle, don't blame me."

"If it does appear, Sixth Uncle, unless you fork over ten thousand taels of gold, I'm not done with you."

Gu Jin Nian took a deep breath.

All his principal was wagered on this.

As the last fruit fell, Gu Jin Nian also became especially nervous.

Soon.

Brilliant golden light burst forth.

The fruit fell to the ground and turned into a line of small characters.

Gu Jin Nian looked at it carefully.

Not long after, the information surfaced.

【Yongsheng 12th year, November 25, Kong Family's holy grandson assassinated, whereabouts unknown, Shenluo Third Prince assassinated and killed, Great Jin Dynasty Twelfth Prince assassinated, seriously injured and unconscious】

The information surfaced.

Still not the content of the letter.

But this news, like a thunderbolt, left Gu Jin Nian stunned in place.

Yongsheng 12th year, November 25? That's not just eleven days from now?

The Da Xia Poetry Meeting is tomorrow, lasting three days.

On the first day, the banquet begins; the host from the Da Xia Dynasty proposes the first topic, and it ends when the answers are nearly finished, serving as an appetizer.

On the second day, the poetry meeting is formal; talents from various countries compete, and the outcome can basically be decided on this day.

On the third day, the poetry meeting concludes; rankings are announced, rewards are given, and then it closes.

The remaining days, everyone can play around in the Da Xia Capital, walk about, stay roughly three or four days, and once ready, they can return to their countries.

Following the normal procedure, around November 20 or 22, this group will leave the Da Xia Dynasty.

With three days' time, trying to rush back is probably unrealistic.

But if an assassination occurs, that's certainly no small matter.

The holy grandson of the Kong Family's Main Residence was assassinated.

The whole of Da Xia will be in an uproar; whereabouts unknown, life or death uncertain, the impact is tremendously frightening, especially since I am feuding with Kong Yu, likely to invite great suspicion.

By then, even if I had ten mouths, I couldn't explain it clearly.

But this is still manageable; if I truly didn't do it, with the Gu Family present it can still be suppressed—just suspicion and doubt, which for Gu Jin Nian is nothing.

What's most terrifying is that the Shenluo Third Prince was assassinated and killed, and the Great Jin Dynasty Twelfth Prince was assassinated and seriously injured.

This matter is the most troublesome.

These two people are envoys of the Fuyu Dynasty and the Great Jin Dynasty; coming to Da Xia, they must be treated with state etiquette.

Arrive safely, depart safely.

If they are assassinated within Da Xia's territory, the Da Xia Dynasty must bear full responsibility.

It is highly likely to provoke war.

"War is not likely."

"Even if the Third Prince is assassinated, it's impossible to therefore start a war; it's merely that Da Xia needs to give an explanation."

"It's merely an exchange of interests; after all, if something happens to someone within Da Xia's territory, the Fuyu Dynasty will certainly not let it go."

"If the Fuyu Dynasty demands an exorbitant price, war could possibly break out."

"The Great Jin Twelfth Prince was also assassinated; I fear the Great Jin Dynasty will also strongly support the Fuyu Dynasty."

"By then, it's likely to be nothing but sky-high demands."

Gu Jin Nian muttered to himself.

He gradually calmed down and began to analyze this matter.

And this time, the old tree finally gave some return; this piece of information is quite valuable.

"The Shenluo Third Prince and the Great Jin Twelfth Prince, when they leave Da Xia, will certainly have guards, and Da Xia will also send escorts."

"Yet they were still assassinated, obviously a peerless expert must have acted; otherwise, how could the Da Xia Iron Cavalry Guard be killed?"

"Someone behind the scenes is stirring trouble."

Gu Jin Nian closed his eyes and began to ponder all recent events.

Drowning.

Jiangning Commandery.

Assassination.

As Su Huaiyu said, if this person in the dark is a remnant of Jian De causing mischief.

Initially making me drown was intended to make the National Protector Duke and my maternal uncle turn against each other, thereby inciting internal strife in Da Xia.

But unexpectedly, I am still alive; in that case, this plan is clearly ruined, and having happened once, it cannot happen again.

The Gu Family constantly watches me; my maternal uncle surely cannot lack vigilance.

If they dare to come a second time, they can wait to die.

Therefore they placed the spark in Jiangning Commandery, where flood dragons cause chaos, provoking widespread resentment; their goal is still turmoil in Da Xia.

But this matter, I have suppressed it.

Now the assassination matter is even more direct; it is clearly intended to put the Da Xia Dynasty against the Fuyu Dynasty and the Great Jin Dynasty in opposition.

Someone does not want the Da Xia Dynasty to be peaceful.

This is not unusual; many factions have suspicions; speaking bluntly, if you insist on dragging it out, even the crown prince is suspect.

After all, the Yongsheng Emperor labored for twelve years, making many mistakes but also achieving much; after twelve years of stabilizing the realm, he has reached the stage of abdication.

Ultimately it's still a matter of reputation; if the crown prince were to ascend, he is benevolent and righteous, known to all, and his magnanimous rule could reduce many disputes.

After all, the Yongsheng Emperor resembles the Taizu too much, or perhaps because he usurped the throne to become emperor, everywhere is imitating the Taizu.

His methods are extremely ruthless, and his actions are also extremely sharp.

There is a decisive, killing-oriented leader; for many people below, that is not a good thing—for example, the aristocratic clans, they would rather the crown prince ascend.

Let the situation ease, and let everyone make money together.

Of course, this is just a hypothesis.

The remnants of Jian De are the biggest suspects; they have always wanted to kill their way back and regain the throne.

After all, their biggest trump card is having a legitimate claim.

The emperor appointed by Taizu, relying on this, all ambitious people in the world are willing to follow the Jian De emperor, and all major forces are willing to be his dragon-serving ministers.

Just like the immortal sects, the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect is now faintly the number one immortal sect, because they have the support of the Da Xia Dynasty behind them.

But what about the second immortal sect? The third immortal sect?

Although the Da Xia Dynasty also tries to win them over, the problem is that the resources they receive are less than those of the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect, so it's natural for them to feel dissatisfied.

This is only about the immortal sects; the forces of other sides are countless.

Who doesn't want to be number one?

And within the Da Xia realm, to become number one, one must rely on imperial authority.

Under feudal monarchic rule, imperial power lies solely in the emperor's hands; cultivating an emperor is impossible, but replacing an emperor might not be particularly difficult.

"Looks like my uncle really isn't popular."

After a long while, Gu Jin Nian couldn't help but sigh.

The Yong Sheng Emperor truly bears too much pressure, and moreover, the situation seems to have gone to an extreme.

Whether it's the remnants of Jian De or other forces.

Twelve years is enough for them to act.

The drowning incident.

The Jiangning Prefecture rebellion.

Including the current assassination operation.

Each one, probably after hundreds of rounds of careful consideration, dares to act and has a retreat.

Cat-and-mouse game.

Thinking of this, Gu Jin Nian involuntarily rose to his feet, and had a boy from the academy run an errand for him to the Office of Hanging Lamps.

About less than half an hour.

A familiar figure appeared.

It was Gu Ning Ya.

"Jin Nian, got it done?"

Gu Ning Ya pushed open the door, then closed it again, speaking with great tension and anticipation.

Gu Jin Nian suddenly called for him to come back; Gu Ning Ya also guessed what it was, so he rushed over immediately without any hesitation.

"Sixth Uncle."

"I still don't know the general content; I only understood a small part."

Gu Jin Nian spoke.

The letter's content, he simply couldn't understand, so he could only say this.

"A small part? What content?"

"Rest assured, the chief merit will definitely be yours; Uncle will at most get a bit of the credit."

Gu Ning Ya spoke, very seriously.

"Uncle."

"Something big is going to happen."

"Someone wants to assassinate the Third Prince of Shen Luo, the Twelfth Prince of Da Jin, and the heir of the Kong Family's Main Residence."

Gu Jin Nian lowered his voice, looking at Gu Ning Ya as he said this.

As soon as these words were spoken, Gu Ning Ya's face changed involuntarily.

"Really or fake?"

Gu Ning Ya couldn't help but exclaim, this is no longer just a big matter; this matter alone is enough to shock the world.

"Assassinate the Third Prince of Shen Luo, the Twelfth Prince of Da Jin, and the heir of the Kong Family's Main Residence? The first two could directly affect the prestige of the Da Xia Dynasty, and the latter would also put the Gu Family under suspicion."

"The letter's content is like this."

"Absolutely certain."

"Uncle, this matter must be made clear to His Majesty, strengthen defenses; I've calculated the time, after the Da Xia Poetry Meeting ends, these people will likely arrange to leave."

"They probably want to catch them all in one net, and certainly wouldn't dare act near the capital; my nephew thinks they'll likely act only after quickly leaving the Da Xia realm."

Gu Jin Nian pretended to analyze and said.

"Mm."

"Acting near the capital, even if a peerless master from the world shows up, you wouldn't want to curry favor; there are many experts in the capital, assassinating face-to-face is surely suicide."

"The border is most suitable for action; that's good."

"Jin Nian, Uncle won't say more; this matter must be reported to His Majesty as soon as possible, not a moment's delay."

Gu Ning Ya nodded.

"This matter is too big; it must be reported immediately."

"Okay."

"However, there's one thing: tell His Majesty to allocate ten thousand taels of gold to me."

"I need actual silver."

Gu Jin Nian specifically added this.

"I currently have no money; I can't even spend on microtransactions, so I need some gold."

Good.

However, you don't need to worry about the remaining matters; tomorrow is the Da Xia Poetry Assembly. Regardless, the Da Xia Poetry Assembly is very important. As the old master said, this Da Xia Poetry Assembly is unlike any other.

Leave the other matters to me, Sixth Uncle; you just focus on your studies.

Although Gu Ningya didn't know why his nephew insisted on gold, he didn't nag and simply agreed.

At the same time, he urged Gu Jin Nian to study hard and prepare for tomorrow's Da Xia Poetry Assembly.

Good.

Gu Jin Nian nodded.

At that moment, Gu Ningya turned and left.

He must report this matter as soon as possible.

But shortly after Gu Ningya left—less than half an hour—a page boy came and knocked on the door.

Your Highness the Crown Prince, the Twelfth Prince of Great Jin has come to pay a visit.

As the page boy's voice rang out.

Inside the room, Gu Jin Nian, who was about to review his lessons, couldn't help but show a curious expression.

The Twelfth Prince?

What does he want with me? Although puzzled, Gu Jin Nian still spoke.

Please.

The voice sounded.

Not long after, a figure entered; outside, several guards stood watch, strict in their duty.

However, the arrival of the Great Jin Twelfth Prince also drew the attention of the Tianyu Army; twenty Tianyu soldiers also appeared here.

They stood silently at the door, also on guard, since the Twelfth Prince and Gu Jin Nian had no prior connection; if anything happened upon his sudden arrival, they could help immediately.

I pay my respects, Your Highness.

I have long admired Your Highness's talent; tomorrow is the Da Xia Poetry Assembly. I apologize for the sudden disturbance and hope Your Highness will not blame me.

The Twelfth Prince, with golden hair and a smiling face, approached Gu Jin Nian holding a jade artifact, showing full respect.

Twelfth Prince, you're too courteous.

Gu Jin Nian didn't know why the other party had come suddenly, but on the surface he remained somewhat polite.

Your Highness.

I, the Prince, greatly love poetry and ci; Your Highness's timeless poems I have read hundreds of times, even hanging them by my bedside—first to lament Your Highness's heart for the people, second to admire Your Highness, third to praise Your Highness's talent.

Regarding the recent affair at the Kong Family's Main Residence, I, the Prince, was actually somewhat displeased, but since I have some connection with Kong Yu, I'd rather not say more.

Today I came to visit solely to apologize; I hope Your Highness will not hold it against me.

This object is the Flood Dragon Spitting Sun Disk; at dawn it absorbs the sun's essence, and at midnight, with just an infusion of magical power, it can spit out a sun pearl, like bathing in sunlight, dispelling fatigue.

I hope Your Highness will accept it with a smile; it is also a token of my sincerity.

The Twelfth Prince spoke.

I never expected that he came today just to apologize in person; it truly was unexpected.

Twelfth Prince, you're being overly solemn; it's just a small matter—why give such a grand gift?

Gu Jin Nian did not accept it, being somewhat polite in his refusal.

No.

Regardless, this matter also involves me, Your Highness; in fact, the main reason I came to Da Xia this time is because of you.

Your talent has spread far and wide even in Great Jin; many Great Jin scholars praise you as an outstanding contemporary Confucian, all wishing to meet you.

Especially my master, who is especially fond of Your Highness's literary talent.

If one day Your Highness comes to Great Jin, I will surely greet you with great ceremony.

This is my golden token; if one day you truly go to Great Jin, producing this token will represent me, allowing you to encounter any matter without obstruction.

The Twelfth Prince spoke.

It is evident he is sincere, both giving a gift and presenting the golden token.

One must say, the princes of Great Jin are truly a hundred times stronger than those of Fuyu.

Twelfth Prince, you're too courteous.

If the opportunity arises, I will also prepare generous gifts and visit Great Jin to pay my respects.

Not striking a smiling face, plus my greatest grudge is against Fuyu; currently there is little conflict of interest between myself and Great Jin.

Naturally, we can still engage in polite evasion.

That is very good.

My elder brother, that is, my fourth older brother, also very much wishes to meet Your Highness; if the chance comes, I truly want to meet you in person.

The Twelfth Prince spoke with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Gu Jin Nian fully understood the meaning; it seems the distant Great Jin Fourth Prince wishes to win him over.

Although Gu Jin Nian is a person of Da Xia, many matters still require mutual coordination and assistance.

Great Jin has people from Da Xia, and likewise Da Xia has people from Great Jin.

The relationship network is intricate and complex.

Alright, if there's a chance, let's meet and not return until we're drunk.

Gu Jin Nian smiled.

And the Twelfth Prince set down the jade artifact, then continued speaking.

Your Highness, you are so generous; I feel ever more ashamed.

Actually, regarding the matter of Fuyu, I can today express my stance to Your Highness: the Shenluo Third Prince is fine, but the Fuyu talent is indeed not a proper person.

"Crown Prince, do as you wish; Little King can assure you that the conflict between Da Xia and the Fuyu Dynasty, Great Jin will definitely not take part."

"Of course, regarding the Kong Family's Main Residence, we hope the Crown Prince will understand; the Kong family is a saintly lineage, even my father the emperor must show some respect, and Little King does not dare to get involved."

"Naturally, I did not dare say anything the past two days; being of low standing, the Crown Prince understands."

The Twelfth Prince appeared very humble, completely lacking the arrogance he showed at the Kong Family's Main Residence.

But that is reasonable; outwardly he must maintain the demeanor of the Great Jin Dynasty, representing not himself but a dynasty.

Privately, the Twelfth Prince's humility is not a bad thing; at least he judges people. If there is profit, what does bowing his head matter? Calling you 'Crown Prince', you help me with work—such a good thing, anyone would do it.

"The Twelfth Prince indeed speaks heavily, but there is no great grievance; it's merely a dispute among scholars. Of course, if other conflicts arise, we hope the Twelfth Prince will lend a hand."

Gu Jin Nian could see that the other side was not sowing discord, but choosing a side.

The meaning of these words is simply to tell Gu Jin Nian that in your conflict with the Fuyu Dynasty, Great Jin can choose to help you.

And it would be unconditional assistance; as for the Kong Family's matter, it's not that we cannot help, but you currently lack the capital that would allow us to help.

That phrase 'low standing, light expectations' leaves room; if I cannot speak, can my fourth brother not speak? Is it truly that the Great Jin Dynasty cannot speak?

If you want to target them, we will help you, provided you bring the capital.

Gu Jin Nian understood, so he did not take the bait.

We don't need your help; the scholars' dispute we will resolve ourselves. If we truly need assistance, I will ask.

A wise person speaks, stopping at the point.

After understanding Gu Jin Nian's thought, the Twelfth Prince couldn't help but smile.

"Good."

"Very well, then."

"Since that's the case, Little King will take his leave and not disturb the Crown Prince any further."

"Tomorrow, Little King truly looks forward to it; Little King must offer congratulations in advance, Crown Prince will astonish all with a single cry."

He said.

"Also wish the Great Jin prodigy a safe and prosperous return."

Gu Jin Nian returned the greeting.

Then the Twelfth Prince left.

The room fell quiet again.

Regarding the Twelfth Prince's arrival, Gu Jin Nian felt no joy, but rather some pressure.

People like the Shenlu Third Prince and Kong Yu, though disgusting, do not make Gu Jin Nian feel pressured.

Because such people simply lack intellect; to put it bluntly, they have no brain, dealing with them requires no sophisticated methods—just a direct confrontation.

But dealing with the Great Jin Twelfth Prince is different.

They play with intrigue and scheming.

It requires all kinds of calculations; Gu Jin Nian does not want to overthink—wouldn't it be fine to simply be a peaceful Crown Prince?

Yet thinking of the Twelfth Prince's smiling departure, Gu Jin Nian felt curious.

He wondered whether, after a few days, if he were assassinated, he could still smile.

Meanwhile.

Da Xia Capital.

Inside the palace.

Gu Ningya rushed into the palace, entered the Hall of Nurturing the Heart, and reported the information Gu Jin Nian had learned to Emperor Yong Sheng.

Inside the Hall of Nurturing the Heart.

Upon learning the news, Emperor Yong Sheng was not surprised at all, but excited and joyful.

"Good."

"Finally forced them to act."

"If this is true, Jin Nian will have achieved a great merit."

Emperor Yong Sheng was very pleased.

Not because of the early warning.

But because, having known this in advance, he could set up a net.

To capture all those hidden in the shadows.

That is a tremendous good thing.

"Gu Ningya, I now order you to act covertly; I will dispatch three palace experts to assist you, and then inform the Marquis of the Nation, letting him command personally."

"Make sure to capture everyone in one net; if necessary, leave no survivors."

Emperor Yong Sheng ordered the Marquis of the Nation to handle the matter, and he did not intend to spare any lives; if they could be spared, they would be, otherwise they would be killed outright.

Those daring to send assassins will certainly be met with truly top experts; if the net catches all, it will surely cripple the forces behind them.

How could this not be a good thing? "I obey the decree."

Gu Ningya bowed his head and said.

"When this is over, the Xuan Deng Department will be fully under your command."

Emperor Yong Sheng spoke again.

In an instant, Gu Ningya was overjoyed; as deputy commander, full control meant a step upward for him.

Full control of the Xuan Deng Department—what an honor.

The Xuan Deng Department is one of Da Xia's two strongest forces, equal in fame to the Zhen Fu Department.

Although it is a fourth‑rank office, its power is only slightly below that of the Shang Shu, and in some sense the Shang Shu is inferior to the Xuan Deng Department's commander.

"I, your servant, thank you, Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty, may you live ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand ten thousand years."

Gu Ningya was overjoyed.

"Don't thank me; if you must thank someone, thank my nephew."

"But the Da Xia Poetry Gathering is imminent, and you still have Jin Nian help you with this sort of thing. You really love to be clever. If it involves my nephew, do you know what the consequences would be?"

"After this matter is settled, I will pay a visit to the Duke's residence."

"Tell the Duke of Zhen Guo about this and see whether he punishes you."

"Leave."

Emperor Yongsheng gave Gu Ningya a rather unfriendly look, lest he profit and then act submissively.

Hearing this, Gu Ningya's smile froze.

If the old master learns of this, he'll probably get a beating again.

But after thinking, if it leads to a promotion, a beating is a beating.

It's not like I haven't been beaten before.

Anyway, now that I'm the Commander of the Suspended Lantern Department, my family's status will rise sharply; apart from the eldest brother, the other brothers can't compare to me at all.

If anyone dares to provoke me in the future, I'll seize them all for the Suspended Lantern Department, give them a good beating, then release them.

Thinking that, Gu Ningya left.

After Gu Ningya left.

Emperor Yongsheng's eyes were full of amusement.

"What a good nephew."

"I wonder what trump cards you still have."

He muttered to himself, genuinely in a great mood.

His biggest worry might soon be gone.

Thus.

In the blink of an eye.

The next day.

Year 12 of Yongsheng's reign.

November 15, at noon.

The Da Xia Poetry Gathering begins today at the Shen hour.

The gathering invites civil and military officials and foreign envoys, and is held in the Wenxin Hall; outside the hall, thousands of seats are set up for academies and noble families from across Da Xia.

The hall itself can also accommodate several thousand people.

Although it starts at the Shen hour.

Preparations inside Wenxin Hall have already begun since after the Zi hour.

Every two hours, drums sound, echoing throughout Da Xia Capital.

Both inside and outside, there are singing maidens with dancers, celebrities playing the qin, eunuchs and palace maids bustling about, serving tea and water; even before it starts, it's already bustling.

Officials walk in one by one.

Take their seats early.

Students from the various academies also stream in.

Until the Wei hour.

Students from the Da Xia Academy enter the main hall, guided by eunuchs, to their assigned spots.

At the second quarter of the Wei hour.

The Fuyu Dynasty, the Great Jin Dynasty, and the Kong Family's Main Residence, these great powers, also enter.

It's unclear whether intentional or not.

Da Xia Academy students are placed in the lower left, while the Fuyu Dynasty and the Kong Family's Main Residence are placed in the lower right, forming opposing sides.

The two sides oppose each other.

Their gazes toward each other are extremely hostile.

But Kong Yu hasn't arrived yet.

The arrivals are representatives of the Kong Family's Main Residence.

Everyone knows tonight will be a dragon‑tiger clash.

Even if only one question is presented today.

Fuyu Dynasty.

Da Xia Dynasty.

Kong family.

Gu Family. A natural opposing side.

Today, all grudges will be settled here once and for all.

"Brother Gu, I inexplicably feel very nervous."

At that moment, a voice sounded—it was Wang Fugui's voice.

He was indeed a bit nervous; after all, it was his first time attending such a gathering.

"Keep a calm mindset."

"Anyway, you can't win a ranking."

Gu Jin Nian spoke up, offering a comforting remark.

When this was said, Wang Fugui was startled, and his lingering resentment dissipated.

Although Gu Jin Nian's remark isn't really a problem, there's no need to be so direct, is there?

Just then.

A voice sounded.

Lord Li has arrived.

Minister of Revenue He Yan has arrived.

With each voice sounding, court officials appeared; their appearance signaled that the Da Xia Poetry Meeting was about to start.

These people appeared, smiling, paired up, and took their seats in the front row.

Finally, it was the fifth quarter of the Wei hour.

There was only one quarter left until the Da Xia Poetry Meeting began.

The main hall was already filled with guests: envoys from various countries, talented scholars, and court officials.

Basically, everyone who was supposed to come had arrived.

Just then.

Another announcement rang out.

Dean of Da Xia Academy, Mr. Su Wenjing, has arrived.

A voice sounded.

The academy students rose one after another and bowed to Su Wenjing.

In the hall, many also rose, for the person arriving was Su Wenjing, the foremost leader of today's Confucian-Daoist pure stream.

They had no choice but to show respect.

He nodded slightly, appearing natural, and went straight to the first seat of honor on the left.

Today being the Da Xia Poetry Meeting, it was fitting for him to sit in the seat of honor, with Chancellor Li Shan beside him.

After a few dozen breaths, another voice sounded.

Yongxing Zhao Ru has arrived.

As that voice rang out, for a moment many at the poetry meeting were startled.

Many officials rose directly, their eyes full of surprise.

Even Gu Jin Nian couldn't help but frown slightly.

Yongxing Zhao Ru.

This is a major figure, for Yongxing was the place where the Taizu rose to power, and the Taizu's first consort was from the Zhao family.

Naturally, after Da Xia rose, the Zhao family ascended smoothly, and in less than a century became one of the greatest clans today.

Moreover, the Zhao family enjoys the blessing of national fortune, producing outstanding talents generation after generation; especially this Zhao Ru, whose disciples spread across the realm, so it can be said that nearly half of today's court officials are his disciples.

This indeed is a major figure.

Normally he wouldn't come to the capital, not even for the Da Xia Poetry Meeting; this venerable elder shouldn't come at his age, right? Moreover, they had received no notice, so they were genuinely curious about Zhao Ru's arrival.

But just then.

With Zhao Ru's appearance, everyone immediately understood what was going on.

Only to see an elderly man leaning on a cane enter the hall, while a man stood beside him, supporting him.

And that man was Kong Yu.

This time everyone realized that Zhao Ru had been brought over by Kong Yu as outside help.

No wonder he appeared silently.

Still, despite understanding, many spoke up in unison.

"We have met Zhao Ru."

At this moment, even Su Wenjing couldn't help but rise and give Zhao Ru a slight bow.

It's not anything else; scholars value reputation and seniority, and Zhao Ru's seniority exceeds theirs, and he is highly venerable, which has little to do with Confucian-Daoist cultivation level.

One could say that before Zhao Ru arrived, Su Wenjing was the most senior scholar here, but now Zhao Ru's arrival made him second.

Facing everyone's respect, Zhao Ru gave a slight smile and said nothing more.

Instead, he turned his gaze to Gu Jin Nian and said.

"Are you the heir of the Gu family?"

He asked aloud.

His tone was calm.

"Sir, that is correct."

Gu Jin Nian replied calmly.

"Good."

"I, the old man, look forward to it."

Zhao Ru left those four words lightly, then patted Kong Yu's arm and said nothing more.

The latter then respectfully escorted Zhao Ru to the front of the seat of honor; since unprepared, Su Wenjing voluntarily yielded, but Zhao Ru shook his head and sat behind him.

"I am old; now it is your generation's time—I'll sit in the back, no problem."

He did not try to steal the spotlight; rather, he appeared courteous.

Su Wenjing nodded; at such a grand gathering, there's no need to be overly pretentious.

"This Kong Yu, who brought Zhao Ru here, surely doesn't have good intentions."

Wang Fugui spoke up in a low voice from the side.

He couldn't help but gossip.

"Don't worry about it."

Speak little.

Gu Jin Nian spoke in a light tone.

He didn't care what the other party thought; for now, it's better not to say too much.

Just then.

A louder voice rang out.

"Da Xia's Prince Who Guards the State has arrived."

As this voice rang out.

The mood inside the hall inexplicably changed; many people's expressions shifted slightly.

Only seen, outside the great hall, Grandfather Gu strode with dragon-like steps and tiger's vigor, walking toward the hall interior.

Upon entering the hall, he saw his own grandson.

"Jin Nian."

"Grandfather specially came to see how you suppress the hall full of scholars; the mansion has already prepared a victory feast; you should quickly settle this soon, your uncles and grandfathers are all waiting for me to return."

"Don't drag it out too long, but also don't take it too seriously; just bring out a tenth or twelfth of your ability."

"Dealing with these people doesn't require being too serious."

"Hahaha."

Grandfather's appearance can be said to be the focus of the whole venue; as the foremost Duke, just that title is enough to draw everyone's attention.

More importantly, Grandfather's words were extremely arrogant.

Too pretentious.

Made Gu Jin Nian feel a bit embarrassed.

"Grandfather, I'll do my best."

Gu Jin Nian's smile was a bit stiff; his grandfather truly is unrestrained.

"What effort? The things grandfather taught you, just bring out a tenth or twelfth."

"Dealing with these people, do we really need to get serious?"

"Don't be too serious."

Grandfather spoke again, his voice loud, obviously intentional.

A bit awkward.

Speaking frankly.

However, Gu Jin Nian knows that Grandfather is backing him up.

"Duke of the State is indeed magnanimous; today I've gotten to see it, but there's no first in literature, so who wins today is still uncertain."

At the banquet, someone spoke, coming from the Fuyu Dynasty; a talented person unwilling to accept couldn't help but speak up.

However, the other party was the Duke of the State, so he didn't dare say more; he merely voiced his opinion.

Unfortunately, the other party obviously didn't know the temperament of the Prince Who Guards the State.

"Who's barking like a dog?"

The Prince Who Guards the State turned his gaze, locking onto the Fuyu talent, his voice icy cold.

In an instant, the Fuyu talents' faces turned grim.

However, facing the Duke of the State, they really didn't dare to speak recklessly.

"Someone, keep a close watch on this old man; at such a grand gathering, whoever barks like a dog here will be expelled directly."

"What a bunch of dog things; the Fuyu dogs who died by my hand on the battlefield number not ten thousand but eight thousand; within Da Xia's borders, they still dare to howl—who gave them the guts?"

"Is it the Kong family? Or the Great Jin Dynasty?"

Grandfather spoke.

Full of domineering aura.

He doesn't bother with nonsense; if you dare utter a sarcastic remark, Grandfather Gu will dare to point at your nose and scold.

If you dare talk back again, in your next life be a decent person.

However, it must be said, Grandfather Gu lives up to being a martial man; his scolding just scolded, and he even dragged the Great Jin Dynasty and the Kong family into it.

Indeed, he is Da Xia's number one tough guy.

"Today is the Da Xia Poetry Assembly; all foreign envoys are present; does the Prince Who Guards the State really intend to cause a scene?"

Just then, within the Kong family, a voice sounded; it was Kong Ping's voice.

He is the Kong family's Great Scholar, originally able to sit in the front row, but considering Kong Yu, he sat alongside him.

"What's the fuss?"

"Do you Kong people just know how to arbitrarily label?"

"Old man just said a few truths; if you don't want to listen, the hall doors are open—just roll out yourself."

"Or should I help you?"

The Prince Who Guards the State's gaze fell upon Kong Ping.

If speaking of the Fuyu Dynasty people, he loathes them; but regarding the Kong family, Grandfather Gu loathes them from the heart.

These years, the Gu family, for no reason, has been impeached by civil and military officials; behind this, the Kong family has exerted great effort.

"Then let's see if the Prince Who Guards the State has the guts, to dare, in front of all foreign envoys and Da Xia's civil and military officials, to let someone be rolled out."

Kong Ping was very calm; he lifted his tea cup, took a light sip, his gaze tranquil, utterly unafraid of the Prince Who Guards the State.

Such a level of contention is no joke.

"Duke of the State, the gathering is about to begin; Duke of the State, please take your seat; Su Mou still has some matters to discuss in detail with the Duke of the State."

At this moment.

Su Wenjing's voice rang out.

At the critical moment, to smooth things over, he did not want the two sides to keep fighting; although he believed Marquis Zhen Guo would dare to act, in such a grand event, taking action would be disgraceful and extremely troublesome.

"Open mouth, the envoys of all nations; closed mouth, the envoys of all nations."

"I have always been curious, does the Kong family's descendants have a hundred different bloodlines?"

"Why only know other countries, but not Da Xia?"

"Strange."

Grandfather Gu continued speaking, ignoring Su Wenjing and remaining sarcastic.

"Marquis Zhen Guo."

"Where did my Kong family offend you? Such an insult—do you truly think you are the foremost person of Da Xia? This is the Da Xia Poetry Gathering; on such a solemn day, you spew grandiose words here. The rumors seem justified: your Gu family truly acts without law, even the emperor does not regard you."

At that moment, Kong Yu's voice rang out.

He could no longer endure such humiliation from Marquis Zhen Guo.

But a voice sounded.

For a moment, many people frowned.

This matter should not have come to Kong Yu to speak.

Sure enough, in an instant, Marquis Zhen Guo's gaze fell again on Kong Yu.

In that split second, a tsunami‑like martial Qi pervaded; Grandfather Gu's eyes remained calm, but Kong Yu felt as if a snake were staring at him.

His whole body ached, and fear grew within.

"Grandfather."

"Grandson, come resolve it."

"Just watch the performance."

At that moment, Gu Jin Nian's voice rang out, stopping his own grandfather.

As Gu Jin Nian spoke, Grandfather Gu immediately reined in his aura and then looked at Gu Jin Nian with a full smile.

"Good grandson."

"Grandfather, I'll do as you say."

Grandfather Gu smiled warmly, showing no trace of the murderous intent he had just displayed.

And the people in the main hall also breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It must be said, Marquis Zhen Guo truly dotes on Gu Jin Nian; when Su Wenjing spoke, Grandfather Gu ignored him, but when Gu Jin Nian spoke, Grandfather Gu immediately ceased.

Truly a bond across generations.

Grandfather Gu returned to his seat, the first seat on the right, and sat down with great composure.

Kong Yu also returned to his own seat, his expression calm, but his gaze constantly fixed on Gu Jin Nian.

Feeling the other's gaze, Gu Jin Nian said nothing, but slowly opened his mouth.

"Look at you, you fool."

Although no sound came out, from the mouth shape Kong Yu instantly understood what Gu Jin Nian was saying; his face grew even uglier, yet he stopped looking at Gu Jin Nian.

A wave of grudge also surged.

Causing the second grudge fruit to mature.

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

At that moment, a bell rang.

In the next instant, the eunuch's voice sounded.

"His Majesty has arrived."

At this moment, whether inside the hall or outside,

everyone rose to their feet together.

Above the main hall, Emperor Yongsheng slowly appeared.

"May my emperor live ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand ten thousand years."

"Da Xia sovereign, ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand ten thousand years."

The voices were unanimous.

"Stand down."

Emperor Yongsheng spoke, then took his seat.

At that moment, Wei Xian stepped forward and then spoke slowly.

"The Da Xia Poetry Gathering begins at once."

"Bestow wine."

Wei Xian spoke.

Immediately, palace maids inside the hall hurriedly filled cups with wine for everyone.

"For this grand event, the first question is set by Da Xia Academy, Su Wenjing."

"The winner receives a headpiece, a Da Xia royal pearl, ten thousand taels of gold, twelve imperial Four Treasures of the Study, and a Jiaolong jade pen."

"The feast begins."

Wei Xian spoke, the Da Xia Poetry Gathering, the first question set by the Da Xia Dynasty.

These are the rewards.

Such a poetry gathering offers no great prizes, merely honor; items like the imperial Four Treasures of the Study and the Jiaolong jade pen are merely symbolic rewards.

But the Da Xia royal pearl is the key object.

For a Da Xia prodigy, possessing such an item naturally brings glory to the family.

And for prodigies of other nations, it is also a symbol.

In literary contests, what matters is honor, not the material object.

But for Gu Jin Nian, ten thousand taels of gold is clearly more enticing.

He just doesn't know whether it's that brass thing.

At that moment.

The grand event begins.

The songstress takes the stage, beginning the music and dance.

Above the festivities, a thousand people raise their cups, drinking and reveling.

Outside the palace.

Fireworks burst in four directions, bells toll repeatedly, heralding the opening of the Da Xia poetry gathering.

Within the capital, the populace cheers; every street feels especially lively, tourists crowd like clouds, and some inns and hotels also host poetry games.

It is one of the few celebrations, so the people are naturally happy.

Especially the fireworks outside the palace, dazzling beyond compare, symbolizing a flourishing age.

Thus.

Three rounds of wine have passed.

After a few more song-and-dance performances conclude, an hour has elapsed.

The atmosphere inside the hall grows increasingly lofty.

And it is at this moment.

Su Wenjing stands up.

Inside the great hall, it gradually quiets down.

"Today."

"The first question of the Da Xia poetry gathering."

"The theme is the Border Twelve Cities."

Su Wenjing's voice rises slowly.

Everyone looks at him.

But when the topic is heard,

In an instant, the great hall falls silent.

At that moment, several eunuchs approach, bearing a scroll of painting, which they then slowly unfurl, drawing the crowd's attention.

At this moment, Emperor Yong Sheng's voice also sounds.

"This painting was made by a Fuyu nation artist, for my Da Xia."

"The painting is vivid, a masterpiece of pigments, yet when I invited Mr. Su Wenjing to view it, I found the only flaw in its beauty is that it lacks a poem."

"Therefore, Mr. Su Wenjing and I will make this painting the first question."

"Let us see who can compose a poem for this painting."

"The crowned one may inscribe a poem upon it; I will hang it in my study for daily viewing."

Emperor Yong Sheng speaks.

He informs everyone of the matter.

It is clear that Emperor Yong Sheng still cannot forget this matter.

That day.

The Fuyu Dynasty presents a gift.

Unfolding this painting is a blatant provocation of the Da Xia Dynasty, an insult to the Da Xia Dynasty.

The Border Twelve Cities.

Are Da Xia's pain.

Are Da Xia's wound.

During Da Xia's early civil war, the northern Xiongnu seized the opportunity to raid the twelve cities, causing horrific massacres; countless unarmed civilians perished at the hands of the Xiongnu.

One city was slaughtered for a full ten days.

Regardless of old or young, rich or poor.

All were slaughtered without exception.

And Da Xia, mired in civil strife, could not spare a hand to address it, leading to loss of territory and further humiliation.

This is the pain in the hearts of Da Xia's people.

Emperor Yong Sheng thinks of this day and night; it has become the greatest anguish in his heart.

If he does not reclaim the twelve cities, he will have no face to face his ancestors after death.

He never expected that one day the Fuyu Dynasty would actually produce such an item and present it as a gift to the Da Xia Dynasty.

Such humiliation.

Emperor Yong Sheng etches it into his heart.

And today.

He intends to display it publicly, letting the world see what he will do.

Inside the hall.

Many people's expressions are not very pleasant.

Especially the Da Xia officials.

The twelve frontier cities.

It made their hearts unbearably uneasy.

It was just then.

In an abrupt instant.

Strands of light floated up, from beyond the great hall, emanating from Da Xia citizens.

"What's happening?"

"What has happened?"

"What's this?"

In an instant, everyone in the hall, from top to bottom, grew curious.

Only a few people still wore a calm expression.

Soon.

The light increased, all pouring into the scroll.

In the end.

Inside the Da Xia Academy.

A golden light, Holy Punishment's Light Shooting Upwards, then turned into a divine beast, entered the great hall, and ultimately merged into the scroll.

Boom.

Countless lights burst forth; this wondrous sight was awe‑inspiring.

But at that moment, a voice rang out.

"It is Heaven's Mandate."

"It is Heaven's Mandate."

The voice rang out, pointing at the scroll, stating what the previous phenomenon was.

At those words, everyone was shocked.

Whether the Kong family, the officials, or Gu Jin Nian and others.

No one present was unmoved.

Who could have imagined that at this crucial moment, Heaven's Mandate would emerge.

"Da Xia's literary Dao Heaven's Mandate."

"Never expected it to appear here."

"Today's poetry gathering is sensed by Heaven's Mandate; whoever wins the top prize shall command Heaven's Mandate."

At this moment, Zhao Ru's voice rang out.

He rose, his gaze filled with awe.

At the same time, he guessed what had occurred.

And with his explanation, everyone fully comprehended.

Initially, the nine Heaven's Mandates entered the Da Xia Dynasty.

Three of the Heaven's Mandates are the national destiny, three are the Da Xia Confucian Dao, and three are Su Wenjing, Su Huaiyu, and Grandfather Gu.

The national destiny need not be discussed.

As for Su Wenjing and the other two, no one had much opinion; after all, that is their Heaven's Mandate, and cannot be seized.

But the three Confucian Dao Heaven's Mandates are the focus of many.

It was unexpected that the Da Xia Confucian Dao Heaven's Mandate would appear in this manner.

And as long as one wins the first prize, one can gain Heaven's Mandate's approval.

This thrilled everyone present.

Especially the scholars of the Fuyu Dynasty and the Great Jin Dynasty, they were ecstatic.

After all, for them, obtaining this Heaven's Mandate and returning home would bring unparalleled rewards.

If previously attending the Da Xia poetry gathering was a literary duel, a mutual contest.

But now it's different.

The significance is entirely different now; everyone eyes the scroll, each hoping to obtain this Heaven's Mandate.

Kong family.

Kong Yu's gaze grew even more intense, more blazing.

About the Heaven's Mandate, he was angry.

Because the Kong family has no Heaven's Mandate, yet the Gu family does, this made him extremely displeased.

Now that the Heaven's Mandate is before him, how could he not be stirred.

In his view, this Heaven's Mandate is tailor‑made for him.

This is his own Heaven's Mandate.

The next moment.

The light subdued.

In the great hall, the scroll floated up automatically, then revealed scene after scene.

It was war.

It was weeping.

It was angry cries.

It was screams.

The painted scroll ignites, a roaring fire covering the Twelve Cities.

The iron cavalry shows no mercy, trampling Da Xia citizens, flesh and blood smeared.

A baby was smashed to death by the Xiongnu; its unbearably wailing scream could not elicit a single shred of pity.

A woman had her abdomen cut open to take her child; her desperate gaze received no mercy.

A boy fled to the farmyard, pursued by dozens of iron cavalry, beheaded on the ground, prompting raucous laughter.

Flames burn.

Fresh blood flows.

The cries are desperate, wuwa, wuwa.

Look.

Upon the city walls, Xiongnu banners have risen; pairs of predatory gazes stand on the high walls, looking at Da Xia commoners as if they were ants, pigs, and dogs.

Look.

The city is riddled with wounds; amid the ruins, newborn children remain, and within the flames, elders tumble and crawl, pleading in pain, utterly undignified.

Listen.

These cries are piercing, stabbing the hearts of Da Xia people and of the ruler alike.

Listen.

The baby's wailing has ceased.

The tragedy of the Twelve Cities appears before everyone's eyes.

In the Great Hall, the officials weep; even Su Wenjing cannot help shedding tears.

Da Xia scholars grind their teeth, tears streaming.

Gu Jin Nian clenches his fists even tighter; this scene inevitably recalls a memory for him.

The same ordeal.

The same suffering.

Above the Great Hall.

Emperor Yong Sheng, though his bones are as iron, also sheds two clear tears.

The so‑called invincible Marquis Zhen Guo, beneath the Great Hall, cannot help but weep.

The Great Jin Dynasty remains silent, with some people sighing deeply.

The Fuyu Dynasty, however, each person is utterly indifferent, showing no feeling at all.

Look again at the Kong family.

There is some stir, but mostly calm.

And such a scene also surfaces in Da Xia Capital.

Da Xia Capital, once bustling beyond measure.

At this moment, it becomes utterly quiet.

Pain.

Hatred.

They sprout in an instant.

The common folk have never seen such sights; they have heard of the Twelve Cities' tragedy, yet never witnessed it.

Now they see.

The hatred and fury in their hearts also erupt completely at this moment.

Inside Wenxin Hall.

It is at this very moment.

Emperor Yong Sheng speaks; his voice is soft, but his gaze lands on Gu Jin Nian.

"Who will compose a poem?"

He knows Gu Jin Nian has long been prepared.

And today, using this painting as the theme, he offers Gu Jin Nian this chance.

"Student Gu Jin Nian."

"I am willing to compose."

At this moment.

Gu Jin Nian's voice sounds.

He rises and comes to the foot of the Great Hall.

He takes a few steps forward.

Bowing toward Emperor Yong Sheng.

"Grant me a brush."

Emperor Yong Sheng speaks.

At once, Wei Xian hands over the jade brush.

Inside the Great Hall, everyone cannot help but look toward Gu Jin Nian.

They are curious what kind of work Gu Jin Nian will produce.

After all, Gu Jin Nian is a figure who has penned timeless verses.

If he now writes another timeless poem, that would be unprecedented; it's not merely about winning or losing, but a struggle for Heaven's Mandate.

Kong Yu, the Fuyu scholar, the Great Jin scholar, and heroes of various nations cannot help but look at Gu Jin Nian.

Regarding Gu Jin Nian's initiative to compose, they are somewhat anxious, yet helpless, because at that moment they cannot think of a worthy poem and need time.

After all, the first one can obtain Heaven's Mandate; if it were a normal situation, someone would have spoken up long ago.

It doesn't even come to Gu Jin Nian.

At this moment.

Gu Jin Nian closed his eyes.

The scene of the Twelve Cities.

Reappeared in his mind once more.

Then.

He slowly set his brush down.

"Why shouldn't a man wield the Wu hook and seize the fifty border states?"

"Please, sir, ascend the Lingyan Pavilion for a moment—what scholar would become a ten‑thousand‑household marquis?"

Gu Jin Nian wrote, completing it in one breath.

No need for overly ornate verses; these twenty‑eight characters suffice to convey his heart.

The Da Xia Dynasty has no Lingyan Pavilion, but it does have a similar Qingyun Pavilion; he left it unchanged, as a symbol.

"Fifty border states" symbolizes the Twelve Cities on the frontier.

The poem is written down.

In an instant, everyone in the great hall rose to their feet again.

"Good."

The first voice belonged to Emperor Yongsheng.

When Gu Jin Nian composed the poem, he was the first to speak.

Immediately after came Grandfather Gu.

Moreover, whether generals or civil officials, they all rose completely at that moment.

"Why shouldn't a man wield the Wu hook and seize the fifty border states?"

"Please, sir, ascend the Lingyan Pavilion for a moment—what scholar would become a ten‑thousand‑household marquis?"

"What a 'scholar‑to‑be ten‑thousand‑household marquis'!"

"What a 'scholar‑to‑be ten‑thousand‑household marquis' indeed."

"Good, this poem is truly excellent."

Li Shan's voice rang out; he clenched his fists, unable to help but cheer for Gu Jin Nian.

After all, the scene just now was still vivid; everyone's mood was almost identical, as if they wished to become soldiers, gripping three‑foot green‑peak swords to slay the enemy.

Gu Jin Nian's poem truly fit the moment, fit the moment.

It wasn't only Li Shan; many were shocked.

Because this poem expressed their hearts at this very instant, and also carried various meanings.

Relying on this poem, many will likely feel the urge to enlist and defend the mountains and rivers.

At this moment.

Kong Yu's expression changed; although he looked down on Gu Jin Nian in his heart, he understood internally whether the poem was truly good.

As for the Fu Luo scholar and the Great Jin Dynasty scholars, they fell completely silent.

Gu Jin Nian's poem was simply superb.

However, at this very moment.

On the rice paper, the twenty‑eight characters peeled away directly, then fell onto the scroll.

That counts as outright approval.

In an instant.

The scroll imprinted with the twenty‑eight characters, at that moment, burst forth an incredibly resounding light.

This beam of light tore through the sky.

Heading toward the frontier.

The crowd was astonished.

No one knew what had happened; the common folk of the capital were also full of astonishment.

They only saw a golden light Holy Punishment's Light Shooting Upwards, yet knew not what omen had appeared.

But at that moment.

The scroll flew out.

It floated outside the Wenxin Hall.

A massive spectacle appeared, illuminating the sky over Da Xia Capital.

It was the frontier.

Everything the vision displayed was the Da Xia frontier.

At this very instant.

In the frontier.

The night was as dark as ink.

Within the Twelve Cities, it was very quiet.

But at that instant.

Clop, clop, clop! Clop, clop, clop! A series of horse‑hoof sounds rang out, shattering the silence.

The sound wasn't loud, but gradually, wave after wave of hoofbeats rose.

In the end, within the Twelve Cities.

In an instant, beacon fires lit up the heavens.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

Deafening sounds rang out; countless Xiongnu commanders in the Twelve Cities began donning armor, mounting warhorses, and the walls were filled with archers who would shoot any heretic on sight.

But what astonished all the Xiongnu soldiers was

that the surroundings were empty.

There was not a single figure.

A War‑King‑level powerhouse appeared, opened his martial‑path eyes, scanned the surroundings, and found not a single person.

It was unbelievable.

Clop, clop, clop! Clop, clop, clop! The sound of hooves rose again, growing louder and more terrifying.

Countless people frowned.

Unaware of what was happening.

A vague fear rose within.

Yet, at that moment,

Golden silhouettes appeared, emerging across the sky.

Warhorses materialized, each bearing a Da Xia commander.

It was a multitude of armies and horses.

A terrifying vision unfolded: the heavens filled with countless troops and steeds.

The riders held books, not swords or spears.

At a glance, there were tens of millions, densely packed, covering the sky and earth.

"Why shouldn't a man wield the Wu hook and seize fifty prefectures of the passes?"

"Lord, please ascend the Lingyan Pavilion for a moment; could a scholar become a marquis of ten thousand households?"

A deafening roar sounded.

The books in their hands transformed into swords and spears at that instant.

These scholar‑soldiers rode their warhorses, charging toward the Twelve Cities.

Golden light rained down like frantic raindrops.

"Protect my mountains and rivers."

"Da Xia for eternity."

Roars thundered; the Xiongnu of the Twelve Cities wore grim faces, and many Xiongnu civilians trembled.

Yet when the light and shadows surged forward, they inflicted not a single wound.

It seemed only the effect looked terrifying.

This was extremely puzzling.

It also made the Xiongnu overjoyed beyond expectation.

Meanwhile, in the Wenxin Hall of Da Xia Capital,

a voice suddenly rang out.

"May the poem endure for ages."

"The battle of the nation's destiny."

"This attacks the Xiongnu's national fortune."

As that voice echoed,

in an instant,

the great hall fell dead silent.

(End of chapter)