Chapter 229: Honkai: Star Rail — The Xianzhou General Wouldn't Dream of a Yandere Chapter 226: Four Sentences of Ascension

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

"Alright, since the Emperor has stepped in, let's put an end to this matter."

Fu Xuan put away the gossipy look on her face and looked at March 7th, who was still shy, and said.

She could also tell that after this memory retrospection, March 7th's state of mind had already undergone a change.

"Mhm~" March 7th nodded lightly, the shyness in her eyes gradually fading away, replaced by a few parts of determination.

She recalled what Xuan Ge had said; since the past cannot be salvaged, then she should look forward properly.

Moreover, Xuan Ge had once told her, "With him here."

These three words were enough to support her in moving forward bravely.

"Hehe~"

Xing shook the sealed box she was holding tightly in her hand, a cunning smile appearing on her face, and proposed, "How about it, want to come with me to the Shen Wu Xian Zhou?"

"What are you going to the Shen Wu for? Also, what is this thing?" Fu Xuan's gaze fell on the sealed box in Xing's arms, and she asked curiously.

Xing held this thing like a treasure, all mysterious, really making people curious.

"This is coffee brewed by Sister Ji Zi; I want to let Xuan Huang have a taste."

Xing explained with a smile, then leaned in front of Fu Xuan and mischievously proposed, "Or, you have a sip first to taste?"

"Forget it."

Fu Xuan hurriedly waved her hand, her tone serious, "This is something for the Emperor; naturally, the Emperor should taste it first."

Although she herself was the not-yet-officially-wed Fu Fei, she also couldn't rely on this identity to be too presumptuous; rules still had to be observed.

March 7th looked at the mischievous ideas in Xing's eyes; she fundamentally could not stop her.

Since Xing had already come to the Luofu, she hadn't stopped her back then, so now she simply accompanied her to go together.

Even if she would be punished for it, she was willing to bear it together with Xing.

"Tai Bu Da Ren, we're leaving first; another day I'll definitely invite you up to the Astral Express to take a look!"

Xing pulled March 7th's hand, waved at Fu Xuan, her tone light and quick; finishing speaking, she brought March 7th and quickly left the Tai Bu Si.

"This seat knows."

Fu Xuan nodded lightly, watching the two's departing backs, a flash of laughter flitting through her eyes.

She still had one important thing to do right now; this thing had almost become her daily task.

Apprehend Qing Que.

Inside the Shen Wu Xian Zhou, the Shen Wei Huang Gong.

Xuan Ge sat upright on the Dragon Throne, looking at the uninvited guest bowing below, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Your Majesty, your subject Wei Zheng, by order of Hua Fei, has come to assume the post of Chief Strategist; please, Xuan Huang, set a topic to test this subject's ability."

Wei Zheng performed the rites of a subject properly and meticulously.

He knew Hua Fei would send a person over, but he never, ever expected that the one sent would actually be Wei Zheng.....

At this moment he had quite a headache; the headache wasn't Hua Fei throwing a little tantrum, but this Wei Zheng before his eyes.

Any other person, upon seeing him, would not fail to fear him by three parts.

Only this Wei Zheng truly dared to talk back to him in public....

"As early as when I ascended the throne, you had already proven your ability with words and deeds; no need to set a topic, you may assume office immediately."

Xuan Ge waved his hand; he still wanted to say a few fewer words to Wei Zheng, lest he accidentally get talked back to until he couldn't get off the stage again.

"Your Majesty, this subject has committed a crime."

Hearing this, Wei Zheng immediately knelt on both knees, spoke directly, his expression determined, without the slightest hesitation.

'Here it comes again!'

Xuan Ge saw through Wei Zheng's thoughts at a glance.

He was doing this on purpose; he just wanted to use the opportunity of this subject setting a topic to test him to eliminate the knot from when he publicly made him unable to get off the stage before, to prove his loyalty.

Ling Sha, standing to the side, couldn't help but curl the corner of her mouth up slightly, holding back a smile.

She had figured it out; Xuan Ge had welcomed a true "opponent," and only Wei Zheng dared to interact with Xuan Ge like this.

"Wei Zheng, how do you compare to Ling Sha?"

A cunning glint flashed through Xuan Ge's eyes, deliberately making things difficult for Wei Zheng.

These words seem simple, but are actually a trap; saying he is stronger than Ling Sha means offending Ling Sha;

Saying he is not as good as Ling Sha means deceiving the Monarch; neither side is easy to answer.

Wei Zheng slowly raised his head, gaze looking straight at Xuan Ge, expression calm, fearless.

After all, he had long since died before Hua Fei and Fu Fei; he had long since had no future worries.

"This subject does not compare to Ling Fei in talent and wisdom, but this subject is a man."

Xuan Ge's heart tightened; he secretly glanced at Ling Sha beside him, afraid she would get angry.

But seeing Ling Sha's expression indifferent, not caring in the slightest, he then let out a breath of relief, setting his heart at ease.

These two days, he accompanied Hei Ta and Ruan Mei, and retrospected the past again, accompanied March 7th for half a day; many people in the Hou Gong had long since born dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, Da Li Hua was not in the Shen Wu; otherwise, she would probably pull all the Hou Gong women to come toss him around.

"A very mediocre answer, but also counts as frank; rise."

"Thanks, Your Majesty." Wei Zheng only then slowly stood up; he counted himself as having passed the first hurdle.

"Wei Zheng, We ask you: how should the Xianzhou of today maintain its golden age?"

Xuan Ge spoke again, this time no longer making things difficult for Wei Zheng; this was the core question he, as Chief Strategist, had to answer.

"Your Majesty is the golden age, and Your Majesty has a Crown Prince — this is a golden age within a golden age."

Wei Zheng first praised Xuan Ge respectfully, then changed the subject, his tone turning solemn:

"Your Majesty, this minister speaks plainly: You are the core of the Xianzhou; your every word and deed determine the Xianzhou's future."

Xuan Ge's expression darkened instantly, his gaze turning unkind as he looked at Wei Zheng. "Wei Zheng, are you instructing Us?"

"This minister would not dare."

Wei Zheng bowed in salute, yet his tone remained firm. "Your Majesty, as a subject one should not speculate on the Emperor's thoughts, but You should give the Xianzhou a clear path, so that all ministers and all Xianzhou citizens can follow it."

"Without, Your Majesty's powerful martial might awes the Huan Yu; within, the Heavenly Generals should coordinate the overall situation and consolidate the golden age's foundation."

He spoke each word clearly, in an orderly manner, saying what he, as Chief Strategist, ought to admonish.

The smile at the corner of Xuan Ge's mouth could no longer be suppressed.

Here it came — the very words he had been waiting for!

Wei Zheng was clearly creating an opportunity for him to proclaim to the world.

Ling Sha glanced helplessly at this monarch and minister; she had thought it would be a confrontational duel, but unexpectedly, in the end, it was Wei Zheng deliberately setting the stage for Xuan Ge to establish his authority before the entire Xianzhou.

She hesitated no longer, raised her hand, and activated the Shen Wu Xian Zhou's realm-wide broadcast.

Simultaneously she sent a notification, having the Heavenly Generals of the other Xianzhou synchronize and open their broadcasts.

Next, His Majesty's words would spread across all Xianzhou.

On the other side, Hua received Ling Sha's notification, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth, and murmured to herself:

"Surely he won't issue a Self-Blame Edict this fast? This kid Wei Zheng has quite some nerve."

In the Luofu Xian Zhou, inside the Shen Ce Fu, Jing Yuan was lying on a reclining chair slacking off, a birdcage in hand, leisurely teasing the little sparrow inside.

Upon receiving the broadcast notification, he didn't think twice — he abandoned his brain and directly clicked agree to receive.

He glanced at Xuan Yao beside him, who was writing furiously, busy beyond measure, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.

But the next second, Xuan Ge's steady and majestic voice came from the broadcast, instantly shattering this leisure:

"To establish the heart for Heaven and Earth."

Jing Yuan: "????"

The smile on his face froze instantly; his expression turned grave in a second, and the birdcage in his hand nearly fell to the ground.

These words — could Xuan Ge say them? The vibe is wrong!

Immediately after, Xuan Ge's voice rang out again from the broadcast, resonant and forceful: "To establish the destiny for the living people."

"Holy shit, Xuan Ge, what are you doing!?"

Jing Yuan could no longer stay seated; he violently stood up from the reclining chair, pupils dilating slightly, face full of shock.

Xuan Yao at his side also stopped his brush, expression solemn as he turned his ear to listen.

In the broadcast, Xuan Ge's voice continued, piercing the Huan Yu, resounding through every Xianzhou:

"To continue the lost learning of the past sages, to open eternal peace for ten thousand generations."

Silence, a deathly silence.

All Xianzhou bearing hundreds of millions of living beings fell at this moment into absolute silence.

Outlanders, the Company's people, the clansmen of the great families, Xianzhou immortals, the Ming clan, fox people, the Wolf clan......

All living beings fell silent, carefully savoring these four sentences that shook the Huan Yu.

A moment later, the Xianzhou immortals reacted first, shouting loudly, their voices filled with excitement and reverence:

"For the Xuan Emperor!"

This is their Emperor!

"You stay here, I'll go see what's happening outside."

Hearing sudden clamor from outside the Shen Ce Fu, Jing Yuan hurriedly said a word to Xuan Yao, rose quickly, and walked toward the exterior.

Stepping into the Shen Ce Fu's front courtyard, he saw his personal guards, faces flushed red, forcibly suppressing their inner excitement.

He passed the guards, strode out of the Shen Ce Fu, looked up, and saw the main street packed with people.

Whether immortals or beings of the various races, all raised their hands high and shouted in unison, voices deafening:

"For the Xuan Emperor!"

"Your mother's kiss, Xuan Ge, you...."

Jing Yuan's pupils trembled, his face full of shock.

He knew the weight of these four sentences, yet never expected their influence to be this great.

But the next second he suddenly smiled, the shock in his eyes gradually replaced by relief.

Xuan Ge's four sentences thoroughly severed his days of slacking off in peace; though somewhat unwilling in his heart, these four sentences also ignited the hot blood that had long slumbered within him.

He secretly made up his mind: he would go back and properly work for an hour, handle the piled-up affairs, and the rest — still hand over to Xuan Yao to handle.

What a joke; although he had been fired up, he was old, and simply couldn't stay fired up for too long.

This kind of hard work — still give it to Xuan Yao, this young man, and let him properly fire up!