Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 264 The new Daqian nation!

As soon as Zhao Qi'an entered the palace, a eunuch came to greet him.

"My Lord, please come with us."

He followed the eunuch who led the way inside and soon arrived at his seat.

Zhao Qi'an's position was one of the few seats closest to the emperor's throne.

As a sixth-rank official, he was not even qualified to attend the birthday banquet. Even if he could attend, he could only sit at the last seat.

The reason why he can sit here is because of his status as the prince consort.

Naturally, those sitting near him were either princes or princesses, or at least royal relatives like the Duke of England.

As soon as Zhao Qi'an sat down, he heard a cheerful female voice beside him, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Your brother-in-law has become more handsome. But why is Yuzhen not here?"

He looked sideways and saw a woman with bright eyes and white teeth sitting on his left. She was not particularly good-looking, with thick black eyebrows and a black mole between her eyebrows. Her bright eyes made her look somewhat neutral and masculine.

This woman is Zhao Qian'an's second aunt, Emperor Tianwu's second princess, Princess Deling.

Although Princess De Ling was dressed luxuriously, those gold hairpins and silver ornaments looked awkward on her. She was not ugly, but she looked bold and unconcerned about details.

This is indeed the case. Princess De Ling is the most strong-willed among the three princesses and has her own opinions.

The thing she was most famous for was that she captured the runner-up Lin Wenxu and she prayed to heaven and earth to make the matter a done deal.

But apart from this, Zhao Qi'an also knew some things about this princess that the world did not know.

For example...Princess De Ling, her martial arts skills are not low. She had already entered the Yuantai realm seven years ago and achieved celestial being.

Zhao Qi'an did not have much interaction with the other two princesses. On the one hand, the influence of the princesses of the Daqian Dynasty was really small, and on the other hand, it was the relationship with Yuzhen.

Yuzhen has a bad temper and has a bad relationship with her other two sisters. She has never had the habit of moving around.

But now that I meet Princess De Ling, I still have to say some polite words.

Zhao Qi'an bowed and said, "Greetings, Princess, but Princess Yuzhen has been ill recently and will not be attending the dinner today."

Princess De Ling was very surprised to hear this. She stared blankly for a while and said without hesitation, "She didn't even come to my father's 80th birthday? Is she going to die of illness?"

"Uh……"

"Hey, my mouth. I don't mean anything else, brother-in-law, don't take it to heart."

Princess De Ling obviously realized that it was inappropriate for her to say this, so she covered her mouth.

Just at this time, Lin Wenxu walked over, sat next to Princess Deling, and whispered something.

Princess Deling's attention quickly shifted from Zhao Qi'an to her husband, and the couple began to talk in a low voice.

Zhao Qi'an was left aside, but he was not surprised. He picked up the wine glass on the table and looked around at everyone in the hall.

Among the four princes, the second prince has not come yet, but the second imperial consort has come. After all, this imperial consort does not come from a poor family, and she seems very uneasy facing an occasion like today. She looks outside the palace from time to time with a somewhat lost expression.

Except for the second prince, all the other princes have arrived.

The third prince was wearing a thick fur coat, his head resting on his hand, leaning on the food table, as if he was taking a nap.

Beside him, a graceful and elegant woman was kneeling upright.

The couple sat far apart, looking like they were not very familiar with each other. The Fourth Prince had also arrived, but he did not sit in his own seat. Instead, he was holding the arm of Concubine Zhen not far away. It was unknown what the mother and son were talking about.

Zhao Qi'an's gaze finally fell on the eldest prince.

Ji Wuchang sat in the seat closest to the emperor's throne. Everyone else was kneeling upright, but he was sitting cross-legged. The wine jug on the table had already been opened, and he was drinking wine from a jade cup.

Perhaps he noticed Zhao Qi'an's gaze and suddenly looked up at Zhao Qi'an.

When their eyes met, they seemed to be observing each other.

But the next moment, Ji Wuchang raised the jade cup in his hand, smiled slightly and gestured to Zhao Qi'an.

Zhao Qi'an bowed to him from a distance as a greeting.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in front of the hall, and many people stood up to greet them.

Zhao Qi'an looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person coming was the national teacher Shui Yuexian.

He was a little surprised. He thought that the Imperial Master would come with Emperor Tianwu, but he did not expect that he would come first.

What surprised him even more was that Shui Yuexian did not come alone, but was accompanied by a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was thin, had a haggard face, and his chin was covered with stubble. He looked lazy and tired, as if he hadn't slept for more than ten days.

He was wearing a dark red Taoist robe without any lining underneath, leaving his chest half exposed, and on his feet were a pair of badly worn straw sandals.

Dressed in such unkempt manner, an ordinary person would probably not even be able to enter the palace gate. However, not only did he enter, he also followed the Imperial Master, and his lazy attitude seemed to show that he had an equal relationship with the Imperial Master.

What caught Zhao Qian'an's attention the most was the sword on the middle-aged man's waist.

Although it is a sword, it looks more like an iron bar. The hilt has been worn away and there is no scabbard. The sword body is only wrapped with white cloth strips in circles, like a fire stick.

"Who is this person? Why is he allowed to enter the palace with a sword?"

Zhao Qi'an couldn't help but mutter to himself, very confused.

Princess De Ling, who was standing nearby, heard his mumbling, glanced at the Imperial Master and the middle-aged man who were walking towards them, and explained, "That is the Sword Immortal Donghua. He made a vow in his early years that he would keep the sword with him until the sword was destroyed. Therefore, he never leaves his sword. His father personally gave the nod for him to carry the sword into the palace."

The best sword in the world—Donghua Sword Immortal?
There was a hint of surprise in Zhao Qi'an's eyes. He never expected that he would come to Emperor Tianwu's birthday.

Among these sword masters, who is the second best in the world is still up for debate. But for the best... no one can compete with the Sword Immortal of Donghua.

Even Chu Xuan, who was responsible for the livelihood of the Sword Valley and was in desperate need of "reputation", only wanted to compete with Nie Xiuyuan for the title of "the second best swordsman in the world" and had no intention of competing with the Sword Immortal Donghua.

Although the three of them are geniuses of the same generation, the gap between them... is still huge.

Zhao Qi'an carefully looked at Donghua Sword Immortal beside Shui Yuexian. He knew very little about this "number one swordsman in the world".

There are almost no rumors about the Donghua Sword Immortal in the martial arts world.

All we know is that he has been living in seclusion in the extreme north of Jizhou, practicing swordsmanship in Taichu Mountain, and has not set foot in the heart of Daqian for many years.

"This time the Sword Immortal Donghua is coming to the capital. I'm afraid he will be given the title of Guardian of the Nation. My Daqian Dynasty will have another pillar of the nation."

Princess De Ling, who was standing aside, kept looking at the Sword Immortal Donghua with a look of envy in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)