Huangxiu

Chapter 1 The Crown Prince
There was heavy snow all night, and the entire Yujing City was covered in white, just like the White Yujing in the sky.

Mengxianlou is one of the largest restaurants in Yujing City.

It consists of a five-story main building and four four-story auxiliary buildings.

The layers of flying eaves create a steep momentum. The building, which is more than 60 meters high, stands tall and majestic like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

The faint sounds of stringed instruments, melodious singing, and loud laughter mixed together create the bustling world.

The customers of the restaurant are either rich or noble, and ordinary people stay away.

Ordinary people and wealthy people live in Yujing, but it's like they are in two different worlds.

The tables on the third floor are far apart and separated by flowers and plants, so it feels neither deserted nor quiet, which is a unique design.

At one of the tables sat six old men, all wearing brocade robes and jade belts, looking wealthy and elegant, drinking and talking loudly.

"Old Lu, did you hear the thunder yesterday?"

"I'm not deaf, and I was awakened abruptly. It was really scary."

"Hey, Old Lu, do you know why the thunder is so big?"

"I'm also wondering, it was snowing yesterday, not raining, how could there be such loud thunder in the middle of winter? Could there be an injustice?"

"Ha ha……"

"What's so funny about that?"

"Old Lu, Old Lu, you have too little experience."

"Stop talking nonsense and speak quickly!"

"This is another Grand Master!"

"Um--?"

"Okay, Old Huang, Old Lu has only been here for a short time, so it's not surprising that he doesn't know. Did Feihua Sword send out a grandmaster?"

"Yes, Song Feiqiong from the Feihua Sword School."

"female?"

"Our third female Grandmaster of Dajing... When Song Feiqiong became famous, you hadn't even entered the capital yet. She made a splash, and few people heard of her afterwards. Who would have thought that after decades of silence, she would suddenly become a Grandmaster!"

"Old Huang, how old is this Grandmaster Song?"

"Same age as me."

"Fifty-nine?"

"Ah."

"Grandmaster... Feihua Sword Sect is really lucky!"

"If one person succeeds, everyone will benefit. With a grandmaster, the disciples of Feihua Sword Sect will be able to serve in the court and enter the Zhenwu Division."

"This is the dream of many sects."

"Once you enter the imperial court, you will have the opportunity to make meritorious deeds. Merits can be exchanged for elixirs and various rare treasures. The Feihua Sword Sect, a third-rate sect, can suddenly become a first-rate sect. It's really enviable!"

"Who said that it is so difficult to become a Grandmaster? We in the Great Jing Dynasty only have eighteen Grandmasters, and each one is very precious!"

"There is another important news. Have you heard that the seal on Prince Qing's Mansion has been lifted?"

"Prince Qing's Mansion...?"

Everyone present shook their heads in confusion.

They hadn't even heard of King Qing.

"Prince Qing is the third prince. He was convicted of a crime thirty years ago and was sealed off from the palace and is not allowed to enter or leave."

"I remember now! Thirty years ago... the second prince, Prince Jing, was imprisoned, and the third prince, Prince Qing, pleaded for mercy, which angered the emperor, who issued an edict to seal off Prince Qing's mansion, right?"

"If you are not from Yujing, you don't know Prince Jing and Prince Qing at all. It's old news!"

"This Prince Qing is also unlucky. They have a deep brotherly love, so what's wrong with asking for a favor? In the end, the emperor took out his anger on him and sealed his palace."

"Prince Qing... In the end, it's because Prince Qing himself is not up to the task and is too weak to practice martial arts, so he is not favored by the emperor. Others dare not plead for mercy, but he did, so he was killed as an example to others."

"The current emperor is the best emperor in the history of Dajing. He has extraordinary talent and attaches great importance to cultivation. It is not surprising that Prince Qing is not well received."

"Unable to practice martial arts... This Prince Qing is really pitiful."

"The imperial family is the most ruthless. If you can't practice martial arts, it's ok if the emperor has pity on you. But if he doesn't, I'm afraid your life will be hard."

"No matter how hard it is, he is still a prince."

"The prince just eats better and wears better clothes, but he still has seven emotions and six desires, greed, anger, ignorance and hatred. He has so many brothers, so he will definitely flatter the powerful and bully the weak."

"I heard that Prince Qing is a very good person."

"In this world, if you don't have good martial arts, being a good person is courting death!"

"Yeah... In this world, it's really not possible not to practice martial arts."

"It makes no difference whether the Qing Palace is unsealed or not. It is destined to decline."

"Prince Qing's Mansion is indeed ruined."

……

Three people were sitting at a table near the south window, and a young man in a purple robe was holding a wine glass, looking thoughtful.

The early morning sun shone through the window paper, illuminating his handsome face.

His nose was like a hanging gall bladder, his lips were like vermilion, and his eyes were like cold stars that sparkled as he thought. His demeanor was calm and profound.

To his left was a burly man, like a crouching black bear.

On the right is an old man with a pale face and no beard, who is feminine and clean.

"Fuck..." The burly man stood up and pointed at the table and started to curse. The purple-robed young man waved his hand.

"..." The burly man swallowed his words, glared at the old man at the table angrily and sat down angrily.

The old men at that table were still talking loudly and didn't notice anything unusual here.

The feminine old man had shiny black hair and fair skin that glowed with precious light. He said softly, "Young Master, just treat these market talk as the chirping of insects."

The purple-robed young man shook his head, put down his wine glass, stood up and walked out.

The feminine old man picked up the sable fur coat and cloak and followed.

"Sir, you don't want to eat anymore?"

The burly man looked at the table full of delicacies, walked out with a look of regret, and before going down the stairs he glared at the old men who were still talking.

If I were still in the army, I wouldn't be able to eat this huge table of food whenever I wanted. It's all wasted because of these old guys!

The young man in purple robe came to the door of Mengxian Tower. The feminine old man put a fur hat on him, wrapped him in a sable fur coat, and tied a red cloak on him before the cold wind outside arrived.

The movements were graceful yet incredibly fast.

The purple-robed young man let him busy himself and looked up at the sky with emotion.

A golden sun was shining obliquely, and its brilliant light turned the thick white snow on the roofs of the houses into golden color, which was magnificent.

The streets are bustling with people and traffic.

The sounds of hawking from shops and stalls are endless.

The pedestrians coming and going all had knives or swords on their waists, and they looked dignified and talked and laughed loudly.

The city guards, dressed in black robes, patrolled the crowd in groups of three.

What a prosperous scene.

The current emperor has been on the throne for fifty years and has worked hard to govern the country. The Great Jing Dynasty is now flourishing and the country is peaceful and the people are safe.

He withdrew his gaze, stepped out of Mengxian Tower, and slowly merged into the bustling crowd as the waiter respectfully saw him off.

Four young men in brown tight clothes gathered around him from not far away, and the invisible force from their clothes pushed away the passers-by who were approaching, as if they would fall down eighteen times if their clothes were touched, creating an independent space for them.

He walked slowly with his hands behind his back, neither hurried nor slow, leisurely and calm, completely different from the bustling crowd around him.

The snow-white sable fur coat was free of stray hairs, the jade pendant around his waist was emerald green and translucent, the white jade inlaid in his fur hat looked as if it had been soaked in water, and his whole body exuded elegance and grace, as if he was a white jade tree standing in the wind.

"My Lord, I think you should teach them a lesson. These chatterboxes deserve to be punished. Can they say such nonsense about our prince?!"

The guard commander Guo Chi was still muttering indignantly.

The purple-robed young man Chu Zhiyuan had a solemn expression and his heart was calm.

The memories of the previous life are like floating clouds. In this life, he is the eldest son of the third prince, Prince Qing.

Even if the Prince Qing's Mansion declined, he could still live a life of luxury and wealth without the anxiety and rush of his previous life, so his state of mind was completely different.

This state of mind allows him to remain calm and relaxed in the midst of hustle and bustle, at ease, as if he were strolling in a garden, incompatible with the surrounding rush.

He concentrated for a moment, and his five senses were immediately released.

In an instant, a flood of information poured into his brain, and he had control over all the information within a radius of twenty feet.

There are a lot of people coming and going.

Every pedestrian's appearance, clothing, speech, behavior, gait, and subtle expressions; every pedestrian's voice, breathing, heartbeat and even the sound of blood flowing; the smell of every person's clothes and hair; the elasticity of every pedestrian's skin, the strength of their bones and muscles; the flow of internal energy and the faint glow of every pedestrian, are all clearly presented within his perception.

The drinkers in the street taverns were chatting and laughing freely, while the waiters and the shopkeepers were busy as hell.

The drinks customers' laughter, the clapping of the table, the sound of wine going down their throats, the sound of chewing in their mouths, the rumbling of their stomachs, the rubbing of chairs, and the sound of footsteps all entered his ears.

The aroma of the wine in the jar and the cup, and the fragrance of the food all entered his mouth and nose.

The smoothness and solidity of the table, the coolness of the wine glass and the wine, the thickness and softness of the clothes, and even the elasticity of the skin, all flowed into his palms.

In the rouge shop next to the wine shop, the shopkeeper kept chattering while the waiter was sweeping the boxes of rouge on the shelf with a feather duster.

Deep in the alley, two heroes in red were lying on their sides against the wall, snoring loudly.

A wonton stall was filled with steam and the aroma of meat.

Next to it is a fried pancake stall, which smells delicious.

More than twenty people sat around a low table, eating hurriedly, their state completely different from that of the diners in the restaurant next door.

There are all kinds of dust and particles floating in the air, all kinds of light, hundreds of smells, breezes from all directions, and all kinds of different sounds.

Within a radius of twenty feet, he saw everything, heard everything, smelled everything, touched everything, and felt everything.

This god-like feeling intoxicated him, and made him feel as if he were a god looking down on all living things.

But he was clearly aware that this mentality was not appropriate.

I can see everything within a range of twenty meters, but that's all. I cannot control everything that happens within a range of twenty meters.

This god-like state of mind, intertwined with clear cognition, made him extremely calm and look at the world with a cold eye.

Thirty-three of the forty-six pedestrians were in full spirit and were martial artists. Eighteen of the thirty-three martial artists practiced swordsmanship, and fifteen practiced knife skills.

This is the world of high martial arts, where everyone is like a dragon.

Among these thirty-three people, two of them were covered in a layer of light, having entered the innate realm.

Is capable of killing me, who has achieved perfection through acquired cultivation.

Of course, only I can see this brilliance.

More importantly, these two innate masters have been using secret techniques to conceal their auras and have been following him.

Since opening the mansion three days ago, I have been going out every day. They started following me from the second day without being discovered by the guards.

　We are about to enter a new world. Please come aboard, all the big guys.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)