Protect Our Chief

The Great Emperor seemed to have completely blended into the Wang Family’s life. Besides growing vegetables and tending flowers, he was also raising a flock of Spiritual Chickens and Spirit Geese.

The Wang Family’s children also loved to run over to Liuxian Valley, because there was a particularly kind and amiable old grandpa here who always liked to hand out gifts to children.

On this day.

Emperor Longchang was spitting as he talked, telling a group of children the story of a young Martial Artist with heaven-defying Talent who rampaged invincibly across the Immortal Dynasty and collected several bosom female confidants. He even gave the story a title: "Wu Guanze Pierces Through the Immortal Dynasty – The Invincible Youth Arc."

Without a doubt, Wu Guanze was Emperor Longchang’s own name!

It truly was a trashy, clichéd book title, the kind of story that would definitely flop if posted on Qidian.

When Wang Shouzhe came over and heard the Great Emperor telling his story, he was quite speechless. The clan had repeatedly issued strict orders that no one under eighteen was allowed to read Black Tortoise YY booklets, yet the Great Emperor was leading the way in breaking the rules, and even said righteously that this wasn’t called a YY booklet, it was called a "history booklet."

History booklet?

Wang Shouzhe muttered inwardly non-stop. The Great Emperor was bragging way too hard and way too seriously. With almost all of his peers already dead, wasn’t it just however he wanted to boast, he could boast?

"Your Majesty, I’m here to inform you of something." Wang Shouzhe cupped his hands and said, "The ’Southern Border Expedition Plan’ you’ve always had on your mind is about to be launched."

"About to? Shouzhe, your ’about to’—is it a hundred years, or three hundred years?" Emperor Longchang didn’t even lift his eyelids, continuing to tell his YY stories to the Wang Family children about how he swept across the Immortal Court in his youth. In between, he answered impatiently, "Shoo, shoo, don’t disturb Us teaching the kids historical knowledge. Look how much these children love listening."

The corner of Wang Shouzhe’s mouth twitched. He might not be able to control the Great Emperor, but he could certainly handle a bunch of little brats, couldn’t he? At once, he coughed twice and said, "I heard that the Clan Academy is having a pop quiz tomorrow."

"What? The teacher didn’t say anything?"

"How could this be? It’s a natural disaster!"

"Ancestor, you’re joking, right? It’s not even midterms yet..."

Wang Shouzhe wore a very serious expression. "I’m not joking. I personally ordered the extra test. Anyone who doesn’t do well will obediently come stay with me for a while, and I’ll teach you personally."

An instant later.

A dozen or so boys and girls vanished in a blur.

"Wang Shouzhe, that was lame of you." Emperor Longchang said, full of displeasure, "I was just getting to the fun part."

"Your Majesty, the Southern Border Expedition Plan is of great importance. Emperor’s Son An, though acting as regent, has yet to ascend the throne and has no authority to decide when the plan begins. I must ask that Your Majesty personally issue an edict..." As Wang Shouzhe spoke, he took out a formal memorial.

"You all, this time you’re playing for real?" Emperor Longchang’s eyes lit up.

"Naturally, it’s real."

"How long until it begins?"

"Half a year at the latest."

"Good, good, good! We’ll issue the edict at once, at once."

...

In this way, another month passed.

In the Imperial Manor on the outskirts of Gui Long City.

Prince Dexin was still quietly and lonely fishing.

As if history were repeating itself, his trusted aide once again rushed over in delight: "Your Highness, great news, great news. Emperor’s Son An has launched the Southern Border Expedition Plan."

This time.

Prince Dexin didn’t move at all, as if he had already fallen into despair and numbness regarding this matter.

Humans are like this: once the heart has been hurt too many times, it no longer trusts.

"Your Highness, this time it’s real." The trusted aide spoke anxiously yet with solemn conviction. "This time, I’ve completely confirmed it."

Prince Dexin still didn’t move. Ten years ago and five years ago, you said the same thing... and the result? Just one prank after another!

Sigh~~ My poor child, the Successor... I heard this time he was severely injured in the Cannon Fodder Camp... I don’t even know how long he can hold on.

"Your Highness, this time His Majesty personally drafted the edict and has already mobilized the armies. In three months, the entire army will advance!" The trusted aide used his trump card.

Prince Dexin’s body trembled like a tiger, and he finally showed emotion. Two lines of clear tears slid down his cheeks. "I, Dexin, have finally lived to see this day again. Notify everyone—we can begin preparing the plan."

"Emperor’s Son An, don’t blame me, Dexin, for ignoring the blood ties of same clan and lineage. If you must blame someone, blame only yourself: why did you have to steal the throne that should have belonged to the Dexin Lineage?"

"Emperor’s Son An, this time you’re definitely, absolutely dead!"

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