Durin's Diary

Chapter 942 Embroidery

Chief Ping was still in the main hall when he learned that the brats from the Candle Dragon Pavilion and the Celestial Master's Mansion had fought.

"Mr. Dulin, did he not get involved?" he asked the young man who had rushed over to deliver the news.

The latter shook his head: "Mr. Dulin was in the cafeteria, watching the children fight, and it seemed like he was giving our children a blessing."

"It's fine as long as you didn't go on stage yourself. You can go back now. All the masters from the Celestial Master's Mansion are here. Don't worry, it's just kids fighting, nothing serious." After saying that, he gestured for the young man to go back first. Chief Ping watched him leave, then glanced at the Chief of the Celestial Master's Mansion on the other side of the hall. The latter was frowning, listening to a little demon muttering complaints.

It's okay, if you win, everything will be fine; if you lose, we'll beat you up again when you get home. This is the most basic concept that people in Changtang have about their children fighting.

Regardless of what happened, the Celestial Master's Mansion has already attacked the Candle Dragon Pavilion, so he must help the brats take the blame today.

His Majesty the Emperor was still discussing something with Prime Minister Luo and others in front of the map. The victory brought back by Mr. Dulin was too precious. According to the intelligence brought back by the reconnaissance aircraft, the puppet skeletons on the four islands were in a state of frantic infighting.

Therefore, the various prime ministers and the Ministry of Military Affairs are considering postponing the operation—at least until the puppet skeletons have worn each other down before making any plans.

The future generations are terrible.

Thinking of this, Chief Ping glanced again at the prime minister standing in the corner. He was a civil official and couldn't get involved in military matters.

After much consideration, Chief Ping decided not to provoke this man—the budget for the Candle Dragon Pavilion would ultimately pass through his hands, and if he kicked him while he was down now, he would likely be left with nothing but tears when the budget was finalized next year.

But he was really curious: if he really didn't acknowledge a child like Mr. Dulin, did the old man Mo, who was as cunning as a fox, really have no regrets at all?

………………

He said he had no regrets, but even if he said it himself, the prime minister of the empire wouldn't believe it.

But if someone were to say that this should have been the Mo family's child, he would disagree.

Without her determination to leave this land, without her brief happiness in the Western Continent, and without all those fortuitous events, the child Dulin would not have been born into this world. And if all of this is considered the price, then as the prime minister, he feels that all the sacrifices were worthwhile to achieve such results today.

Without sacrifice, there is no victory. The Mo family is honored to sacrifice the reputation and future of one small family to benefit so many other families in Changtang.

So he stood there calmly until Prime Minister Zhao brought over a dwarf demon.

"Prime Minister..."

"what's up."

"I heard your grandson went to the Candle Dragon Pavilion... and got beaten up."

Upon hearing this news, he suppressed his anger and glanced at the chief officer next to the military officers, who was smoking. These military officers really treated this hall like their own living room, but His Majesty had pardoned them, so he couldn't say anything.

"How badly are you injured?"

"Neither of the children used any special abilities or techniques, yet they still got punched and kicked at each other."

"Winning or losing doesn't matter. It's just kids fighting. They don't use weapons or techniques. Getting punched or kicked is no problem."

“But Dulin… he used a spell, a blessing spell. The children of the Celestial Master’s Mansion were already weak, and this enhancement caused them great harm.”

"They've already gone all the way to the Candle Dragon Pavilion to fight, what, can't they accept defeat?" Although somewhat annoyed by Du Lin's interference, the Prime Minister was magnanimous: "Besides, he's from outside Changtang, and he doesn't understand the views between us adults. Besides, our children were already at a disadvantage going to the Candle Dragon Pavilion to fight."

"Your grandson said he likes the little dwarf demons that came out of the Candle Dragon Pavilion." Zhao Xiangguo took a deep breath and lowered his voice.

"I fucking..." Even the magnanimous prime minister felt a pang of weakness at this moment.

"Your Majesty..." Chen Xiaohu's arrival made the emperor, who was listening to Prime Minister Luo and other military officials discuss the next steps in the military, turn his head.

"Is there anything that requires the presence of the prime ministers and generals? Speak," the old man said with a smile.

Now that His Majesty has said so, the people who were arguing stopped their dissatisfaction and differences and looked at the young chief bodyguard.

"Prime Minister Lin's grandson was sent to the Candle Dragon Pavilion and beaten." Chen Xiaohu lowered his voice—although this was the upper echelon, if he spoke too loudly, the officials below wouldn't be deaf.

"It's just child's play, nothing to be surprised about. He even dared to go into the Candle Dragon Pavilion to ask for a beating, so what's so strange about him getting beaten up for it?" The old emperor laughed. This news reminded him of when he was young, when he gathered a group of people to beat up the old man from the Lin family and snatch his lover back.

"It must be some jealousy between two teenagers," Luo Xiangguo asked with a smile.

His question made the old men beside the stage laugh; these old men, who had burned their youth on the battlefield, all knew the answer to this question perfectly well.

"Yes, it all started because the prime minister's grandson... wanted to ask for the contact information of the little demon who came out of the Candle Dragon Pavilion this morning."

"They're still alive?" Luo Xiangguo's smile had vanished.

"He didn't die, and Mr. Dulin gave the children of the Candle Dragon Pavilion a blessing."

Chen Xiaohu's answer caused a stir among the crowd. Although Mr. Du Lin had improved his cultivation level, he was ultimately a benevolent being.

"What kind of blessing was it, and what was its effect?" Only Prime Minister Luo grasped the crux of the matter.

"About the same, equivalent to a high-level group power blessing and agility blessing, the kind that doubles the power."

The emperor rolled his eyes upon hearing this: "How old are the children of the Candle Dragon Pavilion?"

"According to intelligence, they are all eleven or twelve years old, while most of the children in the Celestial Master's Mansion are fifteen or sixteen years old."

"Do I have a child with me?" someone asked. "If I do, I'll beat him up when I get back. He can't even beat a four-year-old. All his skills have been wasted."

"Zhang Qing, you just want to beat the child, don't you?" The old emperor shook his hand: "Go back and pretend that nothing happened. Don't betray the young master's kindness. If you want to beat him, wait until after the day has passed and then find a pretext."

After saying that, he walked down the steps: "I'll go down and ask my old prime minister. You can continue, and just let me know when you have the results."

Luo Xiangguo watched the emperor leave, then looked at Chen Xiaohu: "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on him?"

"Who would have thought that kid would fall for her?" Chen Xiaohu replied with a bitter face.

Luo Xiangguo and several old men he was close to exchange glances: "Who is that?"

"Not Mrs. Anta."

"That's good..." After saying this, Prime Minister Luo frowned.

wrong!

If it weren't for that child, Anta, the abstract act of the children from the Heavenly Master's Mansion rushing into the Candle Dragon Pavilion would seem to have an answer that wasn't really an answer.

Thinking of this, Luo Xiangguo suppressed a smile and nodded: "You can go down now. Let me know if there's any news."

(End of this chapter)