Chapter 133: Cold Street on a Frosty Night
ngulf him."Just now Bei's question," Zhu Wei continued to ask, "Was it about *Ai Ying* Was it about *The Return of the Wind*, and how so"This tag is not valid HTML. Let me know if you'd like to transl...As night fell, the moon and stars shone brightly in the sky.
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The entire Cloud City was as bright as day.
Phoenix lanterns flutter all over the sky, and the phoenix lantern shadows dance on the wall.
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Floats parading through the streets, platforms displaying exotic treasures, juggling, riddles, hawkers...
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Pedestrians throng.
Ginger An'an sat inside the biggest phoenix lantern, with phoenix lantern shadows before her eyes. Looking up, she saw a sky full of stars, and looking down, she saw the fireworks of the human world.
In the past, she used to celebrate New Year’s Eve in Fengxi Town. The town was very lively with delicious food, red lanterns, and the sound of firecrackers… Last year's New Year's Eve was spent on a mountain, where her brother set off fireworks for her.
This was her first time experiencing such a grand and lively scene, like being in a beautiful dream filled with dazzling lights. She lingered there, forgetting all her worries - for a moment, she couldn't even remember those countless pages of characters she had to write.
For Jiang An'an now, those calligraphy scrolls were her only worry.
Ye Qingyu stood by, occasionally pointing out interesting places to her and sometimes using Daoist techniques to sprinkle a rain of light, celebrating the New Year with the people of Yun City.
Ginger Anan smiled brightly with joy, even amidst her busy schedule, she still asked: "Where's my brother"
"I don't know either." Ye Qingyu was also puzzled: "Could it be that they went to prepare a New Year's gift for you"
"Oh." Jiang An'an excitedly held her small face: "I want to prepare a New Year's gift for my brother too."
“Then we'll play for a bit and go buy him something... Look over there!”
"Wow, that's so pretty!"
The innocent child is carefree.
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The swordsman raced through the night, flying over the ruined maple forest of Fenglin City, leaping across the 80-li Qingjiang River, soaring past Wangjiang City, and heading towards Hualin County.
On the eve of Chinese New Year, Zhuang Guo was devoid of festive cheer. The entire nation was enveloped in a somber atmosphere.
People harbor hatred for their northern neighbor. The battle that took place in Yong Guo's Yiyang Prefecture stirs the hearts of every Zhuang citizen. They anxiously await the outcome, eagerly hoping for a favorable end.
This time, the Zhuang Kingdom deployed a massive army of 300,000 troops. Nearly all military forces were mobilized, except for the necessary border defense units. The vanguard had just broken through the lines when the main force was already close behind.
Initially, citing minor skirmishes with foreign nations, the military was repeatedly drilled in Huaxing County. It's only around today that discerning individuals can discern the true reason behind it.
Zhuang Gao Xian's preparations for this national war against Yong Kingdom were definitely well-planned.
...Mo Kuo, which ceded ten cities during the War of Ten Kingdoms, was no longer seen as a significant adversary by Zhuang Guo. Had it not been for Mo Kuo's court paying a heavy price to secure support from Qin Guo, they would have already been overthrown by Zhuang Gao Xian who shattered their royal palace...
So, from the very beginning, those frictions on the border of Zhuang Mo and those new recruit trials were all just smoke screens, all preparations for this campaign against Yong.
>While it is said that the army on Zhuang Mo's front line was all undergoing training and rotation in Huaxing County, actually, how many troops were stationed in Huaxing County, how many were deployed, what were the routes of each unit, and how many soldiers were currently in Qinghe County, only the high-level officials of Zhuang Nation knew.
Before the national war began, a large number of troops had already been transferred to Qinghe County in rotation.
On one side, Zhuang Gaoxian smashed the dragon chair, his anger reaching its peak. On the other, the entire army of the Zhuang nation descended like a pack of tigers... This was not something prepared in a day or two. This preparation may have even started many years ago, before Zhuang Gaoxian even hid in the palace to recuperate from his injuries.
Otherwise, it's impossible to explain this cohesion, this efficiency.
Xincheng.
In the Wenhuage, candles burned brightly, with people constantly coming and going—eunuchs and guards alike—passing on all sorts of information.
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There were six rows of desks in the hall, three on each side. All the influential officials in Xincheng were here scribbling away, completing one official task after another.
During wartime, all sorts of affairs leave people overwhelmed. Maintaining an army of 300,000 is no easy feat.
The most important matters were summarized and delivered to the short-mustached middle-aged man seated at the head of the table.
The vice-prime minister of the Zhuang Kingdom sat upright and composed, with a rarely seen smile. His occasional gaze seemed to pierce through people's hearts.
Behind him stood a young swordsman cultivator, his sword held firmly in hand.
Everyone in the hall knows that this young cultivator with clear brows and bright eyes is Li Jianqiu, a direct disciple of Vice-Chancellor Dong A. It is said that they were master and apprentice even back when they were at Fenglin City Dao Institute, and he is highly regarded by the Vice-Chancellor.
When Dong A handles official duties, he often quietly asks for his opinion. This shows how much effort has been put into his training. Many people secretly envy this.
To know, Dong'a as the vice-prime minister, in charge of criminal matters, could be said to have real power in hand, his status was second only to the chief administrator of the Criminal Investigation Department. No matter how you calculate it, within the entire Zhuang Guo power structure, he could firmly rank in the top ten.
This time, the State of Zhuang mobilized all its forces for war. Emperor Zhuang appointed Dong A to guard Xin'an City and command the rear forces, demonstrating his trust. He was seen by many as a sign that he would be the next prime minister. His status had surpassed even that of the chief of the Criminal Investigation Department. Among all the civil and military officials in the State of Zhuang, his position was second only to Prime Minister Du Ruhui and General Huangfu Duanming.
To know that Du Ruhui has contributed too much to the entire Zhuang nation, labored too hard, enjoyed the national fortune of Zhuang nation, but was burdened by it more. Now that the Zhuang nation is rising strongly, his top-level divine presence is just the right time to lay down his burdens and focus on cultivation. If he can see through the true nature, it will be even greater luck for the Zhuang nation.
Du Ruhui himself had on many occasions expressed his preference for Dong Aji to succeed him as prime minister.
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Being favored by such powerful figures, this young man named Li Jianqiu must be quite envied.
“There shouldn't be anything else, leave ten people on guard, the rest can go back to rest.”
After finishing the last piece of official business, Dong A stood up and walked out, saying, "I'm going to inspect the city affairs."
He knew that if he didn't go first, no one else would dare to rest.
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A civil official immediately stood up and said, “How can we possibly have the esteemed Deputy Prime Minister do such menial labor I shall take care of this small matter.”
Dong Ai waved her hand to stop him: "This battle will decide the national fortunes for a hundred years. All of you are pillars of the country. At this historical moment, doing your part is the greatest contribution to the nation. Some things, I can do myself."
All the officials were already familiar with the Vice President's character, knowing that his decision would not change and that he was upright and honest, disliking empty rituals. Therefore, no one persuaded him further. Ten officials remained on duty, while the rest dispersed. They said it was for rest, but in reality, no one could truly rest. Each official still had their own tasks to attend to.
This time, Zhuang Gaoxian went all out to fight for the country, even deploying the Baiyu Army to the front lines. Xincheng was at its most vulnerable state.
Dong A always personally managed everything, even inspecting government affairs himself. He was afraid that everyone's attention was focused on the Yongguo battlefield and neglected domestic matters.
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The elusive head of the Imperial Censorate was quietly stationed at the front lines in Zhuang Mo, preventing the State of Mo from taking advantage of the situation. If the State of Mo dared to have any treacherous intentions, they would inevitably have to bite into a hard bone. On the border with Cheng Guo, the army was also prepared.
Dong Ah strolled down the wide streets of Xincheng, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts.
Li Jianqiu, who followed behind, rarely spoke. He would only answer when Dong A asked a question.
The long street stretched into the distance, between rows of houses plunged in darkness. But in front of one house, a red lantern hung.
In the newly renovated Xin'an City, steeped in a festive atmosphere for the upcoming Lunar New Year, these two lanterns seemed oddly out of place.
Inappropriate celebration.
"Tonight is New Year's Eve," said Dong A.
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On the cold, long street, Li Jianqiu let out an "Hmm."
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