Chapter 1016: Chapter 788: Bad News Two days ago.
As the framework of Truth Prosperity crumbled, the gate to the Endless Sea slowly closed, obscuring the figure guarded by thunder.
From beginning to end, there was never any action between the strongest of the Fifth Stage and the first of Dongxia.
They only glared at each other coldly.
"Rainy weather is unfavorable for travel, what a pity." Ye Xueya put down the beer in her hand and sighed softly, "How about waiting for the rain to stop before setting off?"
The General turned back indifferently, looking at her face: "Set off, where to?"
"Let me think... How about the border?"
Ye Xueya pinched her chin, pondering for a moment before saying, "I have a method that can solve the conflict between the Wu Family and the Duke in one stroke—the Emperor can gain power, and Lord General can gain freedom..."
She said, "Since a country can’t have two masters, why not simply split into two?"
The Heavenly White Fox raised her finger, like a knife, slicing through the burning scene in the distance: "Separate the Current Circumstances and the Border of Yingzhou; the Current Circumstances belong to the Former Emperor, while the Border becomes the General’s territory.
We’ve already convinced the Former Emperor. As long as you accept the coronation of ’Kensoku Suzunoko’s Order,’ you can become the substantive leader of the Yingzhou Phylogeny, free of worries henceforth!"
The General chuckled, "Like Dongxia? Like the Xuan Niao, being merely a figurehead?"
"Lord General—"
Ye Xueya paused, saying with some pity, "You’re the one arranged by those old figures you call figureheads, don’t you get it yet?"
From long ago, the General has been considered an unstable element by Dongxia.
And since the last Asian New Star competition, determined by Xuan Niao as a threat that must be eliminated—a move scheduled in the agenda—whether to remove the major foothold of the American Genealogy in Asia or for the long-term strategic plan...
It was from that time onward that there was a seamless understanding between Xuan Niao and the Former Emperor of Yingzhou.
Even though the Former Emperor is young, only fourteen, it would not change his essential nature as a creature of power. Beside an underage bed sleeps an American...
A person from America, a place renowned worldwide for cherishing freedom.
Who wouldn’t fear waking up to a sore backside?
Yingzhou people don’t have the habit of eating Yi Zhou hotpot!
Thus, using Amber as a bridge, a formal alliance was established between the two parties. And Li Jian Amber, existing as the Master of AnFang, became the cornerstone of this alliance.
The Yingzhou Phylogeny will detach from the influence of the American Genealogy and instead lean towards Dongxia.
As for whether the neighbor who helped driving away the family ruffian would tear off his friendly mask, that would be a concern for the future—
Solving the major instability of the General, the Former Emperor will regain complete internal power, and henceforth, the Yingzhou Phylogeny will have only one voice.
Xu Zhou Nan Ming’s words will be ineffective by then.
For Yingzhou Phylogeny has always been a lineage of one dynasty; the Former Emperor himself possesses the attribute of the present-day god, a cornerstone indispensable to the Yingzhou Phylogeny. At worst, another ’Confluence of Gods and Buddhas’ style purge could take place to deal with those jumping brothers, at least there would be a revival atmosphere.
As for flourishing bright and wide... forget it, dear brother, let’s not daydream such things within ten generations, shall we?
Too far from America, too close to Dongxia, right next to the Five Constants acknowledged by the Astronomical Society... when has the Yingzhou Phylogeny ever flourished in Asia, this chamber of monsters, except when the Magic Card changed its version?
Don’t seek overnight riches; returning to the moderate prosperity of the past would already be quite good.
Such was the decision made.
After the contract was signed on the other side, Xuan Niao put on reading glasses and, after a few days of perusing newspapers, discovered that this matter was easily dealt. Calling Ye Xueya over, he said: a few months later, Xiaoye, take a trip and have Fu Canlight block a door, and that’s it.
As for the intrigue between the General and the Golden Dawn, whether Xuan Niao is egging it on behind the scenes, whatever other arrangements there are, unless he speaks of it himself, it’s unlikely anyone else could deduce any clues, let alone grasp leverage.
Ye Xueya suspected a little but was reluctant to ponder over it. Since it was a lunch arranged by Xuan Niao, she only brought her mouth to eat.
Thus, watching the General, who fed the flames himself, blew on the fire and sprinkled the seasoning—an Iron Pot stewing himself.
No disruption to order, no severe damage, no leverage left for others to seize, and in the end, not even a move was made.
Fu Canlight wasn’t here to fight.
But as the Heaven Punishment acknowledged by the Astronomical Society, the guardian of East Asia, came to take a look and tell him: behind the door lies a world with everything except for the freedom he’s yearning for.
A dead-end.
To be honest, Xuan Niao anticipated the General would make a move, so he could issue the Black Envelope in the name of the Astronomical Society and completely execute him.
From the beginning, this was a case of fishing law enforcement.
"There are six hours left until the temporary meeting of the Five Constants of the Astronomical Society, Lord General," Ye Xueya said, "Before Dongxia submits an agenda, you still have one hour to consider Xuan Niao’s proposal; he doesn’t like waiting for anyone."
"I don’t need an hour, I can answer you right now."
The General scoffed, "He’s dreaming."
Having been a prisoner of the American Genealogy for so many years, would he become a prisoner of Dongxia?
Being a prisoner, what’s the difference?
This proposal, from the beginning, he never considered.
Thus, Ye Xueya sighed, and said no more.
And the General reached out, opened his liquor cabinet, took out a bottle of whiskey, unscrewed the cap, and drank it in one go, gazing at the rising sun in the distance.
"Lived here for so many years, it’s the first time witnessing a sunrise." He lit the cigar at the corner of his mouth, sighing softly, "It’s truly beautiful."