Chapter 133: The Spirit of the Weapon and Emperor Xia Compete in Acting Skills
“Your Majesty, this gold medal is in the hands of Prince Bei. This is a hidden danger!”
“Indeed! Prince Bei has a peculiar personality and is extremely arrogant—who knows what ridiculous things he might do next?”
…
Emperor Xia looked down at the group of important ministers kneeling below.
He had already anticipated this outcome.
This group of people actually had no personal grudges with Qin Bei. Those with personal grudges didn’t dare to come at all.
Even the ministers who had joined other princes’ factions did not dare to show up.
They were afraid that if Qin Bei got wind of their attendance, they would be wiped out in one fell swoop.
With a gold medal in hand, Qin Bei could now say he was unafraid of anyone.
The majority of these attendees were neutral; they hadn’t joined any prince’s faction.
They were completely thinking about Great Xia.
“Alright! I will go find the Spirit of the Weapon!”
Emperor Xia had already foreseen this situation and had a strategy to deal with it.
Thus, a major event unfolded within the palace that day.
The king of a nation, Emperor Xia, headed to the Demon Suppression Tower to question the spirit of the great war artifact in the heart of Great Xia about why it interfered with government affairs.
The Weapon Spirit shamelessly claimed to know nothing, asserting that rewards were given on a whim and that it had no intention of meddling in governmental matters.
The verbal sparring between the man and the weapon spirit had the ministers outside watching with glee.
They all felt that Emperor Xia was indeed the wisest ruler of all dynasties.
As tensions escalated, they eventually seem to reach a breaking point and started throwing punches.
The ministers outside, spectating, could only see the Demon Suppression Tower lifting off into the sky, with Emperor Xia hot on its heels.
The man and the tower disappeared from the palace.
The sounds of battle erupted in the sky with an instant crash!
Faintly, everyone still heard Emperor Xia’s questioning voice and the indifferent response of the Weapon Spirit.
Ying stood below, watching.
How long had he been by Emperor Xia’s side?
This whole act was too obvious; he could see through it with a glance.
But what he didn’t know was that Emperor Xia and the Weapon Spirit were genuinely fighting!
“Weren’t we supposed to give him just one chance? Why did you change your mind?”
Emperor Xia demanded.
“Hehe, it’s entertaining! This kid catches my eye, and I just want to see how he uses the remaining two chances,” the Weapon Spirit replied with a grinning face.
Emperor Xia thought back to Qin Bei’s antics in the palace and nearly exploded.
“How to use it? That little brat almost used one to stop a trivial matter!”
“Isn’t that just what you want? If he wastes it, you won’t have to worry about it anymore.”
“If you hadn’t given him three chances, I wouldn’t have to worry!”
“That’s none of your concern! Anyway, the stuff is mine, and I can do whatever I please. Don’t forget; you came to me for it.”
Emperor Xia: ….
He couldn’t even muster a retort.
“Alright, just put on a show for now; this matter is over. The rest depends on what he does. The imperial mausoleum trial will start soon; whether he can take off depends on himself.”
The Weapon Spirit waved his hand dismissively.
Then, it returned to the palace, and the Demon Suppression Tower reappeared.
Although Emperor Xia was furious, it was to no avail.
In the end, he told many ministers that their discussions had yielded no results.
Although these ministers still felt that something was off, they had witnessed the showdown between Emperor Xia and the Weapon Spirit.
Clearly, Emperor Xia had done his best.
After all, the Weapon Spirit didn’t have any family or relatives in the court.
One could say the Weapon Spirit was a semi-saint among the lone cultivators.
Who would dare offend him to the death?
Moreover, the Weapon Spirit was the God of War of Great Xia, a true hero.
If an attack were called against him, the first to object would undoubtedly be the citizens of Great Xia.
“Alas~ The Lord of Weapon Spirit is becoming more and more muddled as he grows older!”
“With such playful intentions, how can he still resemble the figure who expanded the territories of Great Xia?”
“It’s understandable he wants to find joy after being lonely for so long, but this… is truly going too far.”
“I just hope Prince Bei can recognize himself and not misuse his privileges as a royal family member.”
…
The many ministers could only return dejectedly.
And thus, this matter was entirely wrapped up.
It ultimately concluded with Qin Bei’s perfect victory… at least in the eyes of others.
Only Qin Bei himself knew that while he had won, it wasn’t perfect.
The Minister of Revenue had stolen his base camp! That was just excessive!
…
Back at the royal manor.
Ji Zhuyue and Mu Zhaoxue rushed over immediately to greet him.
They had been worried about Qin Bei for a whole half month.
Seeing him come back in one piece relieved the weight that had been hanging over them.
“Madam, mua~ Long time no see, I’ve missed you so much!”
Seeing his two wives approach, Qin Bei couldn’t help but beam, hugging Ji Zhuyue and planting a kiss on her lips.
“Mua~”
Then he turned and kissed Mu Zhaoxue again.
This left both women stunned…
Because this was the first time Qin Bei had been so intimate with them. In the past, he had only frivolously touched them.
But this time, he went straight for the lips.
Before they had a chance to register what was happening, they were caught off guard…
“Don’t sneak attack like that in the future; there are so many people watching!” Ji Zhuyue said, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Only then did Qin Bei glance around to see that everyone in the manor had come to welcome him back home.
“Hahaha, let them look; what’s there to be shy about? Can’t I kiss my own wife?”
Qin Bei said with a serious expression, conveniently stealing a chance for a sly touch.
“Alright, everyone disperse! My wife and I have some private words to share.”
Qin Bei declared to the servants.
“Yes.”
The servants filed out, and Qin Bei readied to return to the manor with a beauty on each arm to chat about life and ideals.
However, just as they were about to pass through the main gate, Qin Bei suddenly felt something was off.
“Husband, what’s wrong?”
Ji Zhuyue queried softly.
Qin Bei stopped, stroking his chin in thought: “Hiss~ Why do I feel like something is different about the manor?”
“What’s different? Isn’t everything nice?”
“Something’s not right, not right!”
“Hey~ No! Where are my two guard beasts, the Golden Lion Kings? Where did they go? Did you eat them?”
Qin Bei finally realized something was amiss.
The Golden Lion Kings he had spent millions to procure had surprisingly vanished…
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