Peace Order

Chapter 1781 - 76: The Qilin Roars atop the Mountain, the Azure Dragon Wanders the Four Seas

Thinking about it, his cheeks flushed slightly.

But after a moment, his face was full of gritted teeth, saying, "I knew it," as he went with Mr. Li into the secret vault of the Chen royal family, which of course had already been cleared out by Prince Qin and Mr. Wen Qingyu.

"Even though we’ve emptied it before, based on my understanding of Emperor of Chen, there’s definitely a hidden chamber in here. The things placed outside are just what ordinary people would consider good stuff."

"The real treasures, the ones suitable for casting tripods."

"They must be hidden inside."

Prince Qin was smug.

With a cleverness from the hustle and bustle of city life.

Nangong Wumeng sighed, no longer in the mood to feel regretful.

"Your obsession with hoarding money is a bit pitiful for someone of an Overlord’s stature."

Prince Qin’s five fingers descended from above, pressing on General Nangong’s head with a dangerously gentle smile: "What did you say? I give you three breaths to take back what you just said."

Nangong Wumeng smirked: "You’re not poor?"

Prince Qin asserted: "I’m poor, but I don’t allow others to say I’m poor!"

"No matter what kind of man, he needs his lies."

"Telling the truth is somewhat impolite."

Nangong Wumeng laughed and leaned backward.

Feeling helpless, yet not finding it troublesome, he actually happily helped Li Guanyi and Shaking Light scour through these treasures hidden by the Emperor of Chen in the royal family’s secret chamber.

They discovered many things, including, but not limited to, love poems one emperor wrote for his daughter-in-law; some guy’s collection of undergarments, and IOUs from his youth.

A chessboard with one bloodstained corner, and hidden, papers criticized to be copied ten times.

The kings etched in history seemed to suddenly come alive.

For better or worse.

More than just a rigid portrait.

Li Guanyi held an ancient coin, crafted from jade. It had been stored for a long time, and part of it had transformed in color. It was inscribed with four seal script characters ’Taiping Renjian’ (Worldly Peace), making this jade coin quite valuable for collection.

Li Guanyi found many jade artifacts together with this ancient coin.

"These are good items indeed."

Though Prince Qin’s fortune was typically average, his eyes were discerning.

Nangong Wumeng asked: "It looks like it could sell for quite a lot. What do you think, should we ask Mr. Wen Qingyu to sell it?"

Li Guanyi was fond of these jade pieces and their inscriptions, playing with a transformed jade disk, smiling: "I’ll keep these items, not sell them."

Nangong Wumeng said: "If not selling, you’re holding on to them?"

"Yes, I plan to give them away."

Nangong Wumeng paused, feigning curiosity, maintaining a calm face as if it was none of his business, and asked: "Who do you plan to give them to?"

Li Guanyi held up the jade disk with a smile: "Of course, they’re for my lovely daughter."

"In these years of campaigning outside, aside from the longevity lock I gave her when she was a month old, I’ve given her nothing else, yet she’s received quite a lot of New Year’s money..."

Li Guanyi grinned.

Over the years, the little princess’s New Year’s money still got sent to Prince Qin here.

Each time, accompanied by a letter.

Starting with just imprints of plump little hands, and later developing into some not very coherent writings, Li Guanyi experienced the joy of raising a child remotely. But while the little girl was adorable, Ji Zichang seemed quite exhausted.

The guy was already forty, thinking daily about achieving peace swiftly.

Then he handed the child over to Prince Qin for care, while he traveled with his wife around the world.

Handing off responsibilities and the child all at once.

"You’ve accepted the New Year’s money; you’re taking care of the child!"

Prince Qin expressed disdain.

"As long as there’s payment, what’s taking care of a child?"

"Pay enough, and I could take care of nine."

Ji Zichang wrote back jokingly scolding him, "Then you should try having one."

Prince Qin replied, "At this critical time for the world, with all the formidable heroes and common people looking up to this single warrior, how could I sheath my swords and indulge in the comforts of a peaceful life?"

"How can I turn back as a real man without yet unifying the world and exhausting all my energy?"

"When the world isn’t at peace, and I alone enjoy peace."

"I am indeed a thief of peace!"

"Should the world attain peace, I even dare die on the battlefield."

"The achievement of peace is not credited to me."

"Yet must include me."

Ji Zichang pondered long and sighed: "Without such a ruler, how can peace be achieved? Without such ambition, how can the world be secured?"

"From ancient till now, there are many who are brave in youth, but forget their great aspirations when older, seeking pleasure."

"So, Prince Qin."

"When will you return my child’s New Year’s money you’ve taken?"

Prince Qin went out of contact.

Not discussing money keeps us friends.

Relying on those fortuitous contributions from the adopted daughter’s New Year’s money.

This unexpected treasure trove intended for giving, planning to offer the treasures collected by the Chen royal family to the little girl, while collecting the jade artifacts and finding many ancient swords, Tiger Talismans, small tripods, and metal seals in more hidden chamber recesses.

This was perfect for casting a tripod.

As for the Divine Beasts, the might of the Qilin could be called upon.

The items hidden by those tribes on the steppe also did not escape Ashina’s eyes, all selectively retrieved. Ever since the Great Khan fell in battle, Ashina himself had changed greatly.

Before then, his mother had passed away, and he still had a father in his eyes.

Now his father had also perished in chaos.

Before him, only life and death remained.

With many Khans dead, the heroic, unparalleled father who once swallowed the steppe was gone as well, leaving the lives and future of those left in the Turkic, those people quietly grazing on the steppe, solely up to him.