hotmtlnovel Chapter 61
Chapter 61
Chapter 61: Martial Pavilion, King of Langya Shen Lingxiu
While Mendu was preparing the carriage, Shen Yian returned to his room to change into the robe Ye Liyan had made for him.
He wasn’t foolish enough to practice swordsmanship in new clothes – what if he accidentally tore them?
Looking around his room, Shen Yian immediately decided to have Mendu find a carpenter tomorrow to make a clothes rack.
“Your Highness, the carriage is ready.”
Imperial Palace – Imperial Study.
Seeing the brightly lit Imperial Study from afar, Shen Yian couldn’t help but sigh. Fortunately, this world had a cultivation system, otherwise, emperors like the old man who worked diligently every day would have likely worn out their bodies long ago.
“Greetings to His Highness, the King of Chu!”
Zhao Hai was standing outside the Imperial Study, instructing two eunuchs to find someone to move the local specialties Shen Yian had brought.
“Eunuch Zhao! Has Father Emperor not rested yet?” Shen Yian asked.
“In response to Your Highness, His Majesty is still reviewing memorials,” Zhao Hai replied with a slight bow.
Shen Yian didn’t respond, and the two just silently looked at each other.
“Your Highness, these new clothes suit you well,” Zhao Hai said with a smile after a few seconds.
“Mm, I think so too,” Shen Yian replied.
Zhao Hai lowered his voice intentionally: “This old servant dares to ask, were they made for Your Highness by the Princess Consort?”
With only a few days left, addressing her as such in private didn’t seem inappropriate to Zhao Hai, especially since the person before him seemed pleased to hear it.
Mm!
Old Zhao still had a good eye!
Reward!
A silver note worth one thousand taels fell into Zhao Hai’s arms. Shen Yian didn’t speak, but the smile on his face said everything.
“Sixth Son!” Emperor Wu’s voice called out.
“Your son is here!” Shen Yian quickly entered the Imperial Study.
Emperor Wu asked coldly from his elevated position: “Were these clothes made for you by that little girl of the Ye family?”
He had heard the conversation outside clearly.
“In response to Father Emperor, yes,” Shen Yian replied with a bow.
“There are still some days until the grand wedding. Don’t be too hasty.”
“Your son will remember Father Emperor’s teachings!”
Looking at Shen Yian’s face, Emperor Wu couldn’t help but feel a bit dazed.
This child’s sword strike that killed the Barbarian Lord must have had some of “her” style from that one sword strike that saved him years ago.
Emperor Wu then asked about the recent northern expedition to slay the barbarians.
“Good lad, did Second Brother give you this?” Shen Lingxiu laughed heartily upon seeing the token.
“It was Father Emperor who gave it to me.”
“Alright, alright, come with me then.”
Shen Lingxiu didn’t waste time and led Shen Yian through piles of scrolls before suddenly stopping.
“It’s here.”
“Come, Little An, give me a hand.”
Shen Yian was startled and some unpleasant memories resurfaced.
Together, they lifted two extremely heavy floor tiles to the side.
Indeed, the mechanisms of the old Shen Family were this simple and unadorned, relying purely on manpower to open. Non-Shen Family members truly wouldn’t be able to find it.
As for the rumors that the highest level of the Martial Pavilion hid world-shaking, peerless martial arts – that was all to fool outsiders.
The old Shen Family wasn’t stupid. The truly good stuff was definitely hidden deep enough. There was still a vast underground palace beneath the imperial palace.
The Martial Pavilion and the Armory were connected through this underground palace. Through it, Shen Yian could also take a detour to visit the Armory.
Beneath the floor tiles was a totem of a golden crow embracing the sun. Shen Lingxiu placed his large hand on the totem, continuously infusing it with crimson-gold true qi.
“Click!”
The totem dissipated, revealing a deep staircase before their eyes.
Shen Lingxiu waved his sleeve, and white orbs on both sides of the wall lit up with a warm orange glow.
“Let’s go, Little An. You should be familiar with the way.”
Shen Yian nodded, following behind Shen Lingxiu down the stairs step by step.
The stone door at the end of the staircase still needed Shen Lingxiu to open it.
A real human key?
This thought popped up in Shen Yian’s mind again.
Why “again”?
He had the same thought the first time he came here years ago!
As the stone door opened, a gust of wind made their hair dance wildly.
“Go make your choice, Little An. I’ll wait for you here. Better be quick, I’m getting a bit sleepy.” Shen Lingxiu yawned widely on the spot.
“Thank you, Fifth Uncle.”
“Why are you being so polite to me? Just bring me some interesting books next time, preferably ones with pictures.”
Shen Lingxiu patted the back of Shen Yian’s head, and his smile suddenly became a little obscene.
Shen Yian laughed awkwardly.
Suddenly, he somewhat regretted not buying Shan Yue’s treasured book.