Chapter 103 White Prince Xiao Chong
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Unrivaled City Under Heaven.
Flooded Yishui shore.
The youngest Unrivaled Citymaster in history was sitting by the lake, whistling leisurely. Sitting beside him was Song Yanhui, who had just retired from the seat of the citymaster. A pair of master and disciple, two citymasters, just sitting by the lake without talking, one whistling and the other expressionless.
"Shifu, just say what you want to say. What's the point of sitting like this all day?" Wushuang finally couldn't help but speak.
Song Yanhui still did not speak, but after a long while, all he did was give a small sigh.
"Shifu, if you really feel regret, you can always come back and continue as citymaster." Wushuang picked up a pebble from the ground, reached out and flicked it across the lake’s surface. The pebble bounced over the top of the water, creating a dozen beautiful ripples.
Song Yanhui also picked up a pebble, reached out and flicked it. The pebble bounced dozens of times before flying into the grass on the opposite shore.
Wushuang clicked his tongue. "Shifu, my current skill level is a whole level below yours. Can I really be the citymaster?"
"You can," Song Yanhui finally said.
Wushuang sighed. "Okay, shifu, if you say so then I can do it. What about you, shifu? Where will you go?"
Song Yanhui turned around and looked at the mountain behind him. "The Sword House. When I come out from seclusion, Unrivaled City will have two sword immortals."
"Those elders…" Wushuang held a small pebble in his hand.
"For the time being, our goal is the same. We all want Unrivaled City to regain our status as unparalleled under Heaven. It's just that the elders council’s decision is too drastic. The distinguished guest they received is too risky for us." Song Yanhui groaned out loud. "It's just that you seem to have chosen to welcome him into the city."
"Yes." Wushuang nodded.
"Why?" Song Yanhui asked.
Wushuang thought for a while and said, "I just feel that he’s the gust of wind that Unrivaled City is waiting for."
"For him to gain your praise, what kind of person is he?" Song Yanhui frowned slightly. Suddenly, he heard a sound coming from behind, and saw four people carrying a sedan chair slowly walking towards them. He was stunned. "Is he coming here?"
"Shifu, you’ll soon be going into seclusion in the Sword House. He just wants to meet you once before you go. Don't worry, although he was invited by the elders council, I am the one he has chosen now." Wushuang grinned, showing all his teeth. "Can’t help it. I was born with such charisma."
Song Yanhui stood up and touched the Broken Water sword on his waist subconsciously.
The sedan chair stopped in front of them, and a young child pulled open the curtain on the sedan chair, jumped down first, and then stretched out his hand. The other person in the sedan chair also stretched out his hand, took the hand of the child, and walked out of the sedan chair. He was a cultured and elegant young master, looked to be in his thirties, wearing a gray robe. His appearance was quiet and calm, and at first glance, seemed to be a scholarly aristocratic young master, but there was one point about him that was odd. The young master's eyes were covered by a piece of white cloth, completely covering both eyes, with a knot tied behind his head.
Song Yanhui was stunned for a moment. The young boy said something in the ear of the young master. The young master in the gray robe nodded and leaned slightly towards Song Yanhui. "Senior Song, well met."
"You?" Song Yan frowned and stared at the white cloth covering the young master’s eyes.
The young master seemed to understand what Song Yanhui meant, and smiled. "As Senior can tell, I am a blind man."
Song Yanhui naturally knew the identity of the person in front of him. The second prince of Beili, Xiao Chong, was the oldest of the princes because the first prince died early. He was given the title of White Prince three years ago, and known among the current princes to be the most experienced, and he was more strategic than others. However, he led a simple life and gave very little information to outsiders. Still, no one ever mentioned that the second prince, Xiao Chong, was in fact, a blind person.
"There are people in the world who have sound eyes but a blind heart. Although I, Xiao Chong, am blind, I proclaim that my heart is not blind. Citymaster Song claims to have a sword that breaks water and cuts off a thousand rivers, but is his heart the same as the rest of the world? Do you look down on me as a blind man?" Xiao Chong said slowly, without any obvious joy or anger on his face.
Song Yanhui shook his head. "I’m just a little shocked. The White Prince, who made an impact in the government and in the imperial court, turned out to be a blind person."
Xiao Chong smiled slightly, his expression indifferent. "I was born with sight."
"Eh?" Song Yanhui was taken aback.
"I have seen spring go and autumn come, flowers bloom and wither, the cicadas in summer, the snow in winter, the light of sunset, and the drops of dew in the morning. Before I was seven, my eyes were bright and I had seen the beautiful wonders of the world. That year, I drank a glass of water handed to me by someone else, and I have been blind since then." Xiao Chong spoke slowly, as if telling someone else's story.
Song Yanhui started to be a little curious about the prince in front of him. He glanced at Wushuang, but Wushuang didn't look back. Instead, he was holding the pebble in his hand, and watching the opposite shore with eager eyes.
"I have experienced a life of being honored and pampered, and I have also encountered a situation where I lost everything and became worthless in the eyes of others. Such is life in this world. Others may pity you because you’re blind, but they will not give way to you simply because you’re blind. I don't want to be a weak person, so I never think of myself as a blind man." Xiao Chong suddenly reached out a hand, caught a petal that floated over from nowhere, and gently twisted it.
The move seemed subtle and light, but was a great skill that was subtle and light as a breeze.
"The Prince reminds me of an old friend of mine," Song Yan said suddenly.
"Eunuch of Records, Jin Yu Gonggong. He has taught me this Mild Breathing Technique for eleven years," Xiao Chong replied.
Song Yanhui nodded. One of the Five Grand Eunuchs, Jin Yu Gonggong who oversees the Imperial Library, was highly skilled in martial arts. But, his appearance was that of a mild, middle-aged Confucian scholar. When there was no need for it, he never exhibited any hostility. The feeling Xiao Chong gave him was very similar to that of the Eunuch of Records. Therefore, this White Prince, the power he possessed, seemed to not only have the support of Unrivaled City, but the Five Grand Eunuchs could have some ambiguous ties with him as well.
Xiao Chong continued, "In this visit to Unrivaled City, I wanted to meet frankly with Citymaster Song, but Citymaster Song declined several times. As a last resort, I involved the five elders to make some drastic moves. I’m here to apologise to the Citymaster."
Song Yanhui shook his head. "Don’t mention it. Matters of the martial world should be settled by the martial world, and matters of the imperial court should be settled by the court. This is my principle. The elders council has their own considerations. But now I am no longer the citymaster, so whatever involves the city, ask him." After finishing, he pointed to Wushuang behind him.
Wushuang lifted the pebble lightly and smacked it with his hand. The pebble bounced dozens of times on the lake and flew into the grass on the opposite shore. He immediately smiled and said, "Shifu, I did it, I did it."
Song Yanhui looked a bit embarrassed, and he coughed slightly. "Wushuang."
Wushuang turned around and smiled. "I know, shifu. I have already made my choice.”
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