Chapter: 663
The carriage began to move. It seemed the person inside was getting out.
‘That man is from the Imperial... huh?’
With the door of the carriage being opened, the person finally revealed himself. The man was plump with narrow eyes, with a goat-like beard. He did not look like anything that Yeowun had imagined as a person from the royal family.
“Hmph!”
The man then carefully took out something from the carriage over to the small plate, and got down from the carriage.
‘What is that?’
On the plate, there was a red silk scroll with golden dragon embroidery. Everyone looked at it weirdly and Yon Namgun became furious and shouted, “How dare you stand straight in front of the Emperor’s order?! Get down to your knees right now!”
“?!”
The purpose of the lavish golden carriage was to bring down the scroll that contained the order of the Emperor.
Three days before the Imperial forces arrived at the Demonic Cult Castle, someone called out to the person outside the golden carriage.
“Southern Commander. Are you there?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Yon Namgun, who was the lead of the Imperial Guards who guarded the carriage, slowed down his horse to walk next to the carriage. The person then ranted from within the carriage.
“Commander. Isn’t it weird for me, King of the Great Ming Dynasty, to go down myself to send the message?”
The man who inside of the golden carriage along with the Imperial Order was the 2nd son of the Emperor of the Great Ming, Zhu Taikhan. Zhu Taikhan was very displeased with the fact that he had to go down to the Mountain of Ten Thousand himself. He did follow the direct order from the Emperor, but he still wasn’t happy about it.
“It’s an order from the Emperor himself. Please, consider it.”
Yon Namgun spoke to Zhu Taikhan. Yon Namgun had been saying this multiple times throughout their trip already but Zhu Taikhan’s discomfort did not disappear.
‘I don’t understand why our First Emperor even promised such a thing.’
Zhu Taikhan didn’t say this out loud as speaking ill of the first Emperor of the Great Ming was not allowed even for the son of the current Emperor, especially because of the nonaggression pact between the entire Yulin and the Empire. This was a pact made between the First Emperor of Great Ming and three leaders of the three factions of Yulin. Martial artists of Yulin who had unimaginable power as a single entity was a serious threat to the Empire. There were some dynasties in the past that fought a war against Yulin, but the First Emperor of Great Ming considered a waste to fight within and made a pact with them instead.
‘I heard the martial artists helped when the Great Ming first started.’
They were told that from the beginning. But now that was 180 years ago.
“Commander.”
“Yes, your highness.”
“Who owns this land?”
“It belongs to the Emperor of the Great Ming, your highness.”
“Then who are those who live in the land of Great Ming?”
“They are the citizens of the Great Ming, your highness.”
The carriage shook as the man inside punched his fist into the carriage.
“Then why are these so-called martial artist thugs disrespecting our Empire?!”
“What are you...”