mtl008 Chapter 605, is this laughable chapter funny or not?
Chapter 605, is this laughable chapter funny or not?
King Yuechuan narrowed his eyes and beckoned with his finger. A palace servant handed him a wine cup.
He took a sip of wine before slowly sighing, "Forty years, that's a long time, so long that I can hardly remember. My brother left Yuechuan much earlier than that, how long ago was that? Fifty years, or even further?"
"I'm too old to remember."
King Yuechuan smiled and asked Zong Que, "Does Your Highness find this wine to your liking?"
"Clear and mellow, a fine wine." Zong Que gently raised his wine cup.
King Yuechuan also raised his wine cup: "Although I have never left Yuechuan in my life, I have heard a lot about Your Highness's deeds. It is a pity that we meet in our old age, and I am somewhat regretful that I cannot drink a few more cups with Your Highness."
“If King Yuechuan changes his mind, I would like to invite him to visit Dazhao and see the everyday life of ordinary people,” Zong Que said.
"The hustle and bustle of the human world... that's an enviable phrase," King Yuechuan said casually, rubbing his wine glass between his fingers. "Everyone says that Yuechuan is a paradise on earth, untouched by the dust of the world. Your Highness has seen the paradise of Yuechuan and the hustle and bustle of the human world. Your Highness, how can mortals possibly glimpse the celestial realm?"
“I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint King Yuechuan,” Zong Que put down his wine cup. “On my journey here, I’ve witnessed the wonders of nature and the picturesque scenery, but I have never seen a fairyland.”
"Since it is a landscape of the human world, how can it not be stained by dust?"
King Yuechuan raised his eyes to look at Zong Que, and when he met Zong Que's calm gaze, a smile appeared on his lips.
"Since it is a landscape of the human world, how can it be untouched by dust?" King Yuechuan murmured these words, brought the wine cup to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp. "Your Highness, I understand your meaning. It is only a war, yet it has troubled Your Highness. There are still many sights in this Yuechuan Palace that Your Highness has not yet seen. Please stay a few more days, and the God of Gu will personally tell Your Highness the answer you seek during the sacrificial ceremony."
Zong Que stood up and cupped his hands in thanks: "Then I thank King Yuechuan for his hospitality."
The palace servants brought Mingruo back after she changed her clothes. Seeing that Zong Que had already gotten up to take his leave, he was a little puzzled, but he didn't say anything and respectfully withdrew with her.
After they left, King Yuechuan picked up the wine jug and poured himself another cup of wine.
He lay back on the giant python, smiling, and said, "Qingmo, he's an interesting person, don't you think?"
"Are there many interesting people in Da Zhao as well, which is why my brother stayed for so long?"
The giant python lowered its head and gently rubbed against his neck.
King Yuechuan stroked its scales with his fingers. "It's a good thing that so many years have passed, such a long life. Otherwise, how could I tell my brother that the black hair he combed for me countless times when I was young had turned white one by one since the year he left? I couldn't pluck it all out. I thought he was coming back and worried about it many times."
"Qingmo, is this joke funny?"
……
Mingruo followed Zongjue out of the main hall and dismissed the palace servants.
Then she asked him in a low voice, "Did he agree?"
“No,” Zong Que replied.
Mingruo frowned: "I always find it strange that Yuechuan Wang is... too calm. It seems like nothing can stir her emotions. She wasn't surprised at all that I am a descendant of Mingjing Wang. If she doesn't care at all, then... how can we persuade her to change her mind?"
Before Mingruo arrived in the capital, Zong Que and his group tried many methods to gather information, but unexpectedly, they were still a step too late.
Zong Ke met King Yuechuan earlier than them and had already reached an agreement with him. On the day of the sacrificial ceremony, King Yuechuan and Zong Ke would cooperate from within and without, making this war inevitable.
The only chance now is that King Yuechuan himself can change his mind and perhaps stop it.
It was assumed that King Yuechuan would be interested in Mingruo, a descendant of the Yuechuan royal family. After all, the reason the Yuechuan royal family was choosing a new heir was because King Yuechuan had no children, and her lineage consisted only of her and her brother. Therefore, compared to choosing from other branches, Mingruo's bloodline should be closer. The Yuechuan royal family has always valued bloodlines above all else; there was no reason why King Yuechuan would be indifferent to the descendant of her own brother.
“Two possibilities,” Zong Que said. “First, the heir has already been chosen. Although she is the Queen of Yuechuan, the Yuechuan royal family is not entirely under her control. The real power lies with the elders. Although Yuechuan is a nation, it still follows the old tribal rules, and true power is still in the hands of the elders. Therefore, your appearance will not change anything for her. Moreover, Prince Mingjing has been away from Yuechuan for too long; there may not be any affection between them, and they may even have some enmity. Second, she doesn’t care about Yuechuan at all, so a war is of no consequence to her. But what does she really want?”
This is the mystery that Zong Que cannot solve now.
If we could find out what King Yuechuan really wanted, perhaps we could find a way to stop her.
Mingru shook her head. "I'm sorry I couldn't help. I also lost my composure today."
Seeing that he was still unable to calm down, Zong Que naturally knew why. He raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder: "Before your aunt left, she had already made her decision. She would not want to see you blame yourself."
"I know, it's because I know..." Mingru swallowed the bitterness, it was because she knew that she felt even more guilty.
Like raindrops, they will slowly accumulate in countless dreams, and on a certain day, at a certain moment, a torrential downpour will occur.
“No, that little girl!” Mingruo suddenly remembered, “It’s not that she doesn’t care about anything, she’s very special to that little girl. It’s the Miao holy maiden Yin Yueling that I told you about, who came to Yuechuan with us. When I went to change my clothes just now, I asked the maid who accompanied me, and she said that the little girl spent the whole afternoon with the King of Yuechuan.”
“I asked the palace servants this afternoon. Every year, holy maidens from various tribes are sent to the Yuechuan royal family, but they have never been valued by the Yuechuan King, and none of them have been able to meet him alone. That little girl is extremely talented. We have made it this far smoothly, crossing the dense forest, all thanks to her.” Mingruo couldn’t help but pinch her brow. “However, she is somewhat wary of me. She suspects that my sudden separation from them might be because I am with Zongke and his group. The events in Miao territory have made them hate Zongke very much.”
Mingruo said with a hint of helplessness, "If Yangyang were here, that would be great. If I had known earlier, I would have stayed two more days and wouldn't have missed it."
The reason Mingruo separated from Lu Yangyang and the others before arriving at Mirror Lake was because he was worried that his uncertain situation would cause trouble for Lu Yangyang. However, when he met Zong Que, he lost contact with Lu Yangyang and the others, thus missing the opportunity.