TL’s notes :
Certain forms of address will henceforth be retained in its Pinyin forms.
Try familiarizing yourself with them first before reading. This mini pre-chapter appendix will change according to the terms that appear within every chapter.
Róng Qīnwáng (荣亲王) – Jing Cheng’s current title, our ML. Qīnwáng means Prince (of the first rank)
Wángyé (王爷) – Brother of the Emperor. Referring to Jing Cheng.
Wángfēi niángniáng (王妃娘娘) – Or just Wángfēi (depending on the addresser). Wife of the Prince. Referring to Su Yang.
Fūjūn (夫君) – Husband
And now, onwards to our possessive ML.
At this time, within the Imperial City, in the Eastern Palace of the current Crown Prince, a heavy stillness hung in the air. The eunuchs within were sweating profusely, barely daring to breathe as the two warring individuals engaged each other with thinly veiled animosity.
This was in part, due to Greater Ming’s famed God of War, the cold faced demon who sent shockwaves radiating for miles throughout the Northern Desert border, the one conferred with the title of Rong Qīnwáng by the current Emperor, who was currently within the Eastern Palace.
Jing Cheng was clad head to toe in black and red robes, standing with his hands clasped behind his back. As he spoke, his voice was entirely devoid of emotion. “The Art of War states; Whoever is first in the field and awaits the coming of the enemy, will be fresh for the fight; whoever is second in the field and has to hasten to battle will arrive exhausted. What this means, is that circumstance will favor those who take the preemptive action on the battlefield, and the soldier who delays can only react, having lost the initiative.”
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was gently waving a jade fan lacquered in gold, his expression idle and his eyes slightly squinted with feigned confusion. He drew out his words as he spoke, “Just a moment please, these tactics are too unfathomable. I still don’t quite understand, could I trouble Imperial Uncle to break it down and explain the details to me again?”
Jing Cheng: “If I may ask, which part does Your Royal Highness not understand?”
The corners of Jing Sheng’s lips curled up. “All of it.”
The temperature within the hall seemed to plunge to freezing point at his words. A few of the more timid serving maids dropped to the ground on their knees in terror, while those who managed to remain standing were visibly shaking.
“I see.” Jing Cheng tilted his head with a faint smile.
He turned and walked to the bookcase, pulled out a thick tome titled {{An Explanation on Language and Classical Writings}} and tossed it in front of Jing Sheng. “Based on Your Royal Highness’s current aptitude, it would seem that you are not yet suited to studying The Art of War. It would be best to start from the basics then. Make a hundred copies of this book and send it to my palace, I will check each and every word. The task will be doubled if there are any mistakes.”
Jing Sheng’s face turned unsightly. “What does Imperial Uncle mean by this? Pray tell how I did wrong, to have deserved such punishment by Imperial Uncle.”
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