[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn":3,"chapter-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-37":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Thirteen Years as King of the Great Song, I Learned I Was the Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2271732,4437,"Chapter 37","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-37",37,"\u003Cp>Zhao Ti saw it was the man who had entered the hall last night, sidestepped swiftly, and dodged the slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s face lit up as if he’d found a treasure: “You pretty boy dare leave the hall? I’ll capture you and present you to Granny Ping for a reward—perfect leverage against that little bitch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti’s expression remained unchanged. As the man swung another blade, Zhao Ti slid lightly aside, drew his longsword in an instant, used no fancy technique—only a swift diagonal thrust. A flash of light, and the man had no time to evade; his face twisted in horror as a gush of blood spurted from his ribs, then he collapsed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti had stepped outside specifically to eliminate the servants Wang Lady had sent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no desire to reveal his true martial arts before Mu Wanying—it was utterly unnecessary. Had he not stumbled into this place by chance, he would never have deliberately retrieved memories to meddle in these affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since he had stumbled upon it, and was already half-drawn into it, lending a hand wouldn’t hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not Great Song—it was Dali, another country. He couldn’t casually rescue every wandering swordsman, every Nuliang Sword Sect member, every Shennong Gang thug, or anyone else. He was the Prince of Song, not the Prince of Dali, nor some wandering knight-errant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He liked to right wrongs—but only among Great Song’s subjects. Outside Song’s borders, he acted as he pleased, bound by nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued forward. The stone path turned, and ahead he met an old man in yellow robes. The old man froze upon seeing him: “Aren’t you the little bitch’s lover?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti smiled sweetly: “You dare remember what that fat woman said?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man grunted: “Brat, you seek death! Don’t you know who I am? If not for that little bitch’s poison arrows, I’d have dealt with you myself—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, his face twisted in shock. He looked down—unnoticed, a steel blade had pierced his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti did not sheathe his sword. He walked on, blood dripping from the blade’s tip across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the eastern kitchen not far off, he used the Lingbo Microstep, flickering several times, his Shenying  overlapping until he stood before it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brown-clad man leaned against the kitchen door, half-asleep. Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes to shout—Zhao Ti stabbed him through the throat, and he collapsed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti pushed open the wooden kitchen door. Inside, five or six people sat—Granny Ping among them, slurping rice from a bowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This courtyard was remote; buying food or drink meant a long trek. These people came here to cook—far better than gnawing dried rations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one expected Zhao Ti to appear here. Guards had been posted along the paths—but none had reported. Now they all froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti smiled faintly at Granny Ping: “Fat woman, enjoying your meal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Granny Ping shrieked: “You little brat, you’re begging for death! I’ll chop you into mince and make buns out of you today!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was their leader and rarely fought personally—but now enraged, she snatched her twin knives and charged, swinging them overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti stepped lightly aside, dodging the blow. Granny Ping’s martial skill was mediocre, her internal energy ordinary, her blade technique unremarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no time to waste. His foot stepped from an impossible angle, his body whirled behind her, and his longsword sliced upward diagonally—splitting Granny Ping cleanly in two. Blood sprayed across the floor. The others gasped, snatching weapons and rushing him together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti used only one hand, his sword flashing fast. In the kitchen, he danced like a willow leaf. In moments, all were dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squinted. The other half of them were still unaccounted for. He stepped outside to search.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He circled the courtyard, killed a few more, but saw neither Rui Po nor the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti stood at the courtyard gate, thinking for a few breaths, then returned to the main hall. The girl still sat in her chair. Seeing him enter, she looked surprised: “You… didn’t meet those men from last night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti shook his head: “I went to the eastern kitchen. Found corpses everywhere. Granny Ping was among them. But I didn’t see the other old woman. I searched the whole courtyard—found a few more bodies. Perhaps they quarreled among themselves, turned on each other, and left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl raised her eyebrows, eyes full of suspicion: “Are you lying to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti shook his head: “What’s there to lie about? Go outside and see for yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl stared at him: “If you lie to me, I’ll run you through with a sword—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti smiled faintly: “If I lied, it would be because I was coerced. Traps would be laid outside. Then even if you wanted to kill me, you couldn’t—you’d be in danger yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl studied him a long moment, then snorted: “Even if traps were set, killing you would be easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped outside, reached the eastern kitchen, saw the corpses, frowned, and after a long pause said: “These people were killed by an extremely refined sword technique. None of the opposing side possess such a master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti shook his head: “Miss, why care? As long as they’re dead, that’s enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl’s gaze, suspicious, fell upon Zhao Ti’s longsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti smiled: “You don’t think I killed them, do you? That would make me even more skilled than you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl snorted: “You couldn’t possibly have that kind of skill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti smiled: “Though we’re safe now, those who fled might return—or bring others. I advise you to leave quickly, don’t stay here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl said: “I must wait here for my master. I cannot leave yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti thought a moment: “Your master may not return here. If you have a secret mark, leave one. She’ll see it and know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl fell silent, thinking, uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti added: “If you won’t leave, lend or sell me your black horse. I’ll ride to Dali City.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl eyed him: “Still after my horse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti smiled: “If you won’t sell, then lend it. But I still urge you to leave now. If you ride away, I won’t care about your black horse anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl said: “Let me think about it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti nodded: “I’ll go outside for a while.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped out of the eastern kitchen, went to the stable. The black horse snorted. It had escaped injury last night, and now stamped its hooves impatiently—as if eager to gallop. Any mount, warhorse or otherwise, needed daily exercise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, the girl walked over: “I’ve decided. Not far away is the home of my master’s friend. I’ll wait there. I’ll lend you the horse—but how will you return it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti knew she meant Gan Baobao. The entrance to Wanchou Valley lay just miles away, in the Great Black Forest. He said: “If you later go to Dali City, meet me there to return it. If not, tell me a location—I’ll bring it to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl opened her mouth to reply—when suddenly, a distant howl pierced the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The howl was harsh, deafening, each cry faster than the last. In moments, it reached the courtyard, followed by a roar: “Is that little girl who killed my disciples inside?!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1228,"2026-06-19T22:30:31.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6fb026cca96fc9e0a52e38883fd9b05bc2f8066e8e1fab60cfbdb621be2f413c","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-38","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-36",270,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-cover.jpg"]