[{"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-51":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},2271746,4437,"Chapter 51","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-51",51,"\u003Cp>Zhao Ti said: “Grandson heard that the Taizu Longquan was originally thirty-three postures—why has one been lost today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eighth brother, where did you hear this?” Gao Taotao said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…,” Zhao Ti, seeing Gao Taotao’s expression turn uneasy, hesitated: “Since I train in martial arts, I’ve naturally met some figures from the Jianghu, and traveling storytellers who all praise the Taizu Longquan, saying that at the end of the Five Dynasties and Spring and Autumn period, the Taizu’s thirty-three-posture Longquan was unmatched under heaven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah!” Gao Taotao sneered. “Do you believe the nonsense of bandits and riffraff?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…,” Zhao Ti smiled, “everyone says the same thing—it can’t be entirely baseless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone says it? What worldly knowledge could possibly exist in the capital? This is the sacred heart of the empire—those with true martial skill and insight don’t linger here. Who would tell you such things?” Gao Taotao scoffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great Aunt…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Taotao stared at Zhao Ti: “When the Taizu taught the army the Longquan, it was thirty-two postures—and that’s how it spread. Back then, he taught thirty-two. How could outsiders have claimed thirty-three?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps the Taizu’s generals, who knew all thirty-three, leaked the extra one?” Zhao Ti ventured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A hundred years have passed—what flowed into the common folk became thirty-two, and it remains thirty-two. Even if leaked, it’s still thirty-two. How dare they fabricate thirty-three?” Gao Taotao’s voice turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something’s wrong. Zhao Ti studied her—his grandmother’s reaction was far too strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great Aunt knows I train in martial arts. These forms always follow numbers like eighteen, twenty-four, thirty-three, or thirty-six, seventy-two, one hundred and eight—where does thirty-two come from?” Zhao Ti said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Taotao’s face turned glacial as she fixed Zhao Ti with a stare: “Since you’re so certain in asking me, then let me ask you: you claim to have heard this from Jianghu sources—during these months of house arrest, did you sneak out beyond the capital’s borders? That’s how you came across such absurd tales!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t.” Zhao Ti thought inwardly—why did she assume he’d left the capital? Could it be that no one in the capital even knew the Taizu Longquan had thirty-three postures?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t,” Zhao Ti said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly not?” Gao Taotao frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course not,” Zhao Ti said. “I abide by the rules. How could I do such a thing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Taotao studied him, then nodded slowly, then shook her head, and finally her gaze grew distant, as if lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti, too, was thinking—this past while, he’d carried a persistent question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Southern Tang had the Shanhai Guan, Dali had the Tianlong Temple, and the Western Xia had the Yipin Tang—then what does Great Song have?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there’s a Tianlong, Great Song ought to have something comparable—but he’d never seen it in the palace, nor heard of it at court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only organization was the Huangcheng Si—but its guards’ martial skill was far from exceptional; otherwise, he wouldn’t have struggled so long to cultivate internal Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eighth brother, do you truly wish to know?” Gao Taotao suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great Aunt…” Zhao Ti, seeing her sudden shift in tone, hurried: “Grandson truly wishes to know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Taotao stared at him: “I don’t care where you heard about the thirty-three postures of the Taizu Longquan—but knowing this brings you no benefit. Do you still wish to know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she admitting the thirty-three-posture version existed? Zhao Ti nodded: “Grandson loves martial arts and wants to know. And since childhood, I’ve trained the Taizu Longquan—but I’ve never found it truly formidable. It doesn’t match the tales I’ve heard of how the Taizu drove countless heroes into seclusion and forced heroes to retreat from the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You trained the Taizu Longquan?” Gao Taotao’s lips twitched. “Go back now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great Aunt…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three days from now, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, come to me. Even if I wish to tell you, I must first consider how to tell you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three days? Zhao Ti nodded. “Then Grandson… takes his leave.” He turned and walked toward the palace gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Zhao Ti depart, Gao Taotao closed her eyes. Suddenly, pain twisted her face—and slowly, a thin trickle of blood, tinged white and blue, seeped from her lips…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti left Cining Palace, his mind racing. As he neared the Zuo Ye Gate, he saw Zhao Ji and a young eunuch entering—the eunuch carried a fruit box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eighth… Eighth brother?” Zhao Ji froze, eyes wide. “Aren’t you under house arrest? How are you out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti glanced at the fruit box in the eunuch’s hands: “What fine delicacy is the Prince of Duan bringing into the palace?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ji quickly stepped in front of the eunuch: “These are sweets for Empress Xiang—you can’t take them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti smiled. “Eleventh brother, what kind of talk is that? ‘Take’? Is that a word fit for brothers, for the imperial clan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eighth brother, you’re a thief! Last time you stole so much from me—was the white jade lion paperweight useful? That was my favorite possession!” Zhao Ji said, wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti said: “Very useful. I’ve played with it daily these past days—I adore it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ji growled: “Don’t worry—I’ll get it back someday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti laughed: “You won’t. Yesterday I gave it away—by now, it may be anywhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…” Zhao Ji’s shoulders trembled with rage. “I won’t argue this with you. You left your house arrest— I’ll report you to the Empress Dowager.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Zhao Ji storm off, Zhao Ti shook his head. The Empress Dowager isn’t a fool—he’d entered the palace openly. He must have imperial orders, or he’d never dare be so brazen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Continuing toward the Zuo Ye Gate, two Huangcheng Si guards suddenly entered from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The palace grounds were divided into inner and outer; the Huangcheng Si was stationed near the Dong Chengtian Gate in the outer city, and they often used the Zuo Ye Gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two bowed to Zhao Ti. Zhao Ti knew the Huangcheng Si far better than Zhao Ji—he had a perfect memory, and remembered many faces. He’d seen these two before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stepped aside to let him pass. As he walked by, he sensed something odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their breathing was extremely light—imperceptible to ordinary people. He himself would have missed it before. But now, with his Huan Yin Zhenqi cultivation deepening daily, he noticed the anomaly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the mark of someone who had truly mastered internal Qi. Such guards were rare in the Huangcheng Si. Though many guards trained internal arts, their methods were crude—they could never reach this level. These two’s internal cultivation surpassed even Bai Zhan and Su Da.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d once sought them out in the palace to spar, but they always claimed clumsiness and avoided him. With so many guards in the Huangcheng Si, he hadn’t thought much of it—but now, it seemed suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti paused slightly. “I haven’t visited the Si in a long time—are you busy with assignments now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two bowed again: “Your Majesty, our duties are as usual—nothing out of the ordinary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they bowed, Zhao Ti’s eyes caught a flash of deep red in one guard’s sleeve—as if the man wore a crimson inner garment beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised an eyebrow. Huangcheng Si uniform regulations required both outer and inner garments to be blue. Great Song, the Fire Dynasty, took blue wood to generate fire—but why was this guard wearing red inside?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded slightly, then walked out through the Zuo Ye Gate with his hands behind his back. He didn’t return home—instead, he quietly stood beside a large tree across from the Dong Jiao Lou, on Panlou Street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As time passed and dusk fell, he saw two figures exit the Zuo Ye Gate. From afar, he recognized them—the same two Huangcheng Si guards who had entered earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>",1291,"2026-06-19T22:30:31.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","587b440d191ec6fc066a1c180a23cbe945f428843da8fb264b1f4288ded2eaeb","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-52","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-50",270,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-cover.jpg"]