Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 349 - 193, 194. Thousands of years of void, the God of Wu River, all truths revealed (subscribe please)
Chapter 349: 193, 194. Thousands of years of void, the God of Wu River, all truths revealed (subscribe please)
Autumn night, cloudless, the stars like water.
Song Cheng’s return quickly enlivened Su Ningyu’s courtyard, as An Chenyu, Madam Tong, and many daughters-in-law came to pay their respects.
Ji Youke came along as well, holding the hand of a young boy.
The boy bore a resemblance to Song Cheng between his brows but looked even more like his mother.
The boy seemed slightly uneasy, and upon seeing Song Cheng, he nervously called out, "Grandson Changjian pays respect to grandfather."
Song Cheng smiled and nodded his head.
The group of grandsons and granddaughters, who were just approaching the age of cardamom, hurried forward to give their respects, while curiously sizing up "this grandfather who looked no older than a big brother."
After a bustling moment, Song Cheng started reminiscing with Sister An, Madam Tong, Yu, Ying, and Ling.
He wielded a long spear with the courage of a thousand men, but he dared not display even a hint of it, for even the strongest among these five women, Ying, was a monstrous being to him.
Thus, he could only lie down throughout.
A night passed...
The next day, the women giggled shyly, dressed, and left one after another. However, An Chenyu still lay in bed, clinging to Song Cheng.
"Sister An, is there something wrong?" Song Cheng asked directly.
An Chenyu immediately responded, "Zhao Hua intends to restore the power of Dashang back to the Song Family. Thus, during his regency these past few years, he has ennobled many families close to ours, laying a solid foundation of power for our family’s rise.
He is waiting for Song An to return.
After Song An returns, he will likely hand everything over to him, then retire quietly to cultivate."
Having single-handedly annihilated the military forces of the Empire of Ten Thousand Spirits and casually crushed "the existence closest to a deity from a neighboring country," Song Cheng had seen "the spectacle of individual mighty power dominating a country" and thus, had come to regard worldly power as less significant...
Whenever he wished, he could support a puppet ruler.
Therefore, "whether the Song Family rises to power or not" worried him less.
"If An desires it, then let him take over. Then, Sister An could become Empress Dowager."
"That would make three Empress Dowagers." An Chenyu laughed softly, but then added seriously, "But knowing An’s character, do you think he wants to be Emperor?"
Song Cheng shook his head and suddenly asked, "Are you worried about Changjian?"
An Chenyu said, "He is your eldest grandson. Logically, if Song An renounces his duties, it should be his turn.
But he is timid and indecisive, his mother is quite scheming, and she is from the Ji Family. I fear that after all the twists and turns, power might end up in the Ji Family’s hands again."
Song Cheng felt a strange sensation in his heart.
He realized that what he was now worried about, what he was considering, was completely different from what Sister An was considering.
Realizing this, he said, "Sister An, do you know that I can elevate anyone to the throne with one hand and dethrone them with the other? No matter how many schemes Ji Youke and the Ji Family have, what impact do they have on me?"
An Chenyu stared at him silently, then spoke softly, "If one man, with his martial prowess, dominates the whole world, then everyone will regard martial prowess as supreme.
The strong prevail, the weak fall; there is no law, no virtue, no Emperor, the Dynasty exists in name only—this is the example set by a husband."
Song Cheng paused, then, after a moment of thought, he understood.
He chuckled lightly.
Indeed, when a person becomes strong, he becomes "foolish."
If you can solve problems with just a motion of your hand, why bother to think further?
He certainly can suppress the world, but that also means he completely destroys the world. Currently, in the entire Dashang, the "Emperor" is still revered as sacred; this is a "signboard."
With this "signboard," the Dashang Dynasty can steadily exist.
If he relies solely on his own power, thoroughly disregarding "Dynastic rules," playing randomly, that would utterly destroy the roots of Dashang, and then, this land would truly turn into a cruel world of "the strong prey on the weak."
Without rules, there is no order; without order, there is chaos in the world, and all living beings suffer.
If you want the Dynasty to exist, then you must follow the game rules of the Dynasty. If you undermine the very foundation of "feudal society," you’ll need to establish a new order, otherwise... the consequences are unimaginable.
Even though you can manipulate outcomes at will, even overturn the chessboard, as long as you don’t wish to destroy everything, it is best to comply."
"Sister An is right; I was negligent." Song Cheng said with a smile, "Then, according to Sister An’s view, what should we do now?"
An Chenyu said, "Let us entrust Changjian to his grandmother’s care."
Song Cheng was startled: "Madam Tong?"
He also did not know whether Tong Jia would be willing to raise this twelve-year-old eldest grandson.
An Chenyu shook her head and said, "Leave him to me."
Song Cheng:...
Suddenly, countless stories of "Dynastic intrigue and cunning" flashed through his mind.
But he knew Sister An’s temperament.
Previously, Sister An was still cultivating, but in recent years, she had successfully broken through the Qi Realm, extending her lifespan, becoming restless, unable to stay put, and wanting to get involved.
But so what?
If his woman wanted a dynasty, then he would give it to her.
Thus, Song Cheng nodded and said, "But no matter when, do not kill Ji Youke. She is An’s wife and also a member of my family."
An Chenyu nodded and replied, "Rest assured," before murmuring, "I will make sure the dynasty remains strong."
Song Cheng slightly lowered his head, looking into the bright eyes of the woman in his arms, those eyes burning with the flames of ambition and a thirst for power, although she was a high-ranking lady in King Song’s Mansion, it was still not enough, nowhere near enough.
The rhythm of her life had been set in her youth.
