In just a few days, Ian Song's reputation continued to ferment and spread.
But surprisingly, Vergil Beigong, who had suffered such a huge loss, didn’t immediately come looking for trouble with Ian Song. Still, everyone knew Vergil wouldn’t swallow that humiliation for nothing—his temporary patience was surely brewing a much bigger revenge.
On this particular day—
A thousand-strong force appeared in the sky outside the Imperial Capital. Every member wore black armor and radiated power, with dozens among them at the Fusion realm.
At the center of the column was a massive, lavish spirit carriage that looked like a palace, drawn by nine high-level spirit beasts—each at the Soul-Split stage.
Boom!
The entire column descended from the heavens, landing at the city gate. The guards on duty instantly tensed up.
"Who goes there?"
The city guard commander strode forward warily, demanding in a loud voice.
"Out of the way!"
A black whip flashed like a shadow, striking the city guard commander and sending him flying.
The other city guards drew their weapons, aiming them at the column, while one quick-witted guard sent a message up the chain of command.
Are you blind dogs? You dare block the Young Prince Muyeno’s carriage—get out of the way, now!
A brash voice rang out.
Next, a blue-robed middle-aged man stepped out of the column, hands clasped behind his back, glaring at the guards.
Which Young Prince Muyeno are you talking about?
The commander who’d been struck had already stood up, asking angrily.
Who do you think you are, to question our Young Prince Muyeno? Step aside—he’s here to pay respects to the Empress! The blue-robed man sneered, full of disdain.
So it’s Steward Wu from the Prince Muyeno Estate. With a person of your status, why bother with these lowly soldiers?
Just then, a burly man in White Tiger battle armor appeared at the city gate.
Well, well—look who it is. The Wang clan’s disappointing third son. Decades have passed, and now you’re just a city gate general?' Steward Wu gave him a cold glance and sneered.
You flatter me, Steward Wu.' Walter Wang’s face turned cold as he waved his hand. 'Everyone, stand down.'
Hmph!
Steward Wu snorted coldly and returned to the column. The halted procession resumed, swaggering into the Imperial Capital.
General, wasn’t Prince Muyeno expelled from the capital by the Empress? How did they come back?
The young officer who’d been struck earlier asked Walter Wang, his face full of confusion.
Don’t ask what you shouldn’t. Just do your job.
Walter Wang replied coolly, but his gaze lingered on the column. The Empress had sent Prince Muyeno into exile, but he was her grandson. Prince Muyeno died, and before his death, he wrote to the capital, hoping his only son could return.
So the Empress granted Prince Muyeno’s request and allowed the Young Prince Muyeno to return.
What surprised him, though, was that after more than a decade in exile, the Prince Muyeno Estate should have learned to keep a low profile. Instead, they returned with such arrogance.
He may only be a fifth-rank gate general, but his grandfather is a first-rank official in the imperial court.
Though he isn’t favored in the Wang clan, he’s still one of them. Yet Steward Wu from the Prince Muyeno Estate showed him no respect, mocking him openly.
Heh, play stupid games, win stupid prizes!' Thinking this, he sneered. 'The Empress only let you return because Prince Muyeno died. If you keep acting out, she might just send you packing again!
The Prince Muyeno Estate’s arrival drew curious looks from the crowd.
Inside the palace-like carriage, a handsome youth in a silk robe used a pair of long, fair legs as a pillow, while a lovely girl giggled and fed him a spirit fruit.
Several other beautiful, scantily-clad girls danced seductively inside the carriage.
Suddenly, Steward Wu pushed open the carriage door and bowed. "Young Prince Muyeno, we’ve arrived at the Imperial Capital. Will you visit the Empress first, or return to the Prince Muyeno Estate?"
You handle it.' Young Prince Muyeno said carelessly.
I think you should meet the Empress first,' Steward Wu suggested.
Fine. Steward Wu, come with me to meet the Empress. The rest of you, return to the estate.' With that, Young Prince Muyeno stood up and spread his arms, letting the girls help him change.
Young Prince, there’s something you may not know. When we left the capital, we sold the estate.' Steward Wu said awkwardly.
So what? Who would dare seize my Prince Muyeno Estate? Just kick them out!' Young Prince Muyeno scoffed.
How about this: let’s find an inn for now. I’ll send someone to clean up the estate.' Steward Wu suggested again.
Go ahead. Don’t bother me with these trivial matters—just handle it.' Young Prince Muyeno said impatiently.
Yes, I’ll take my leave.
Steward Wu stepped out of the carriage and summoned a Fusion-stage expert.
He was an old retainer of the Prince Muyeno Estate, at late Fusion-stage.
Guard Gong, take some men and clear out the estate!
Yes, Steward Wu!
Guard Gong nodded, then led two early Fusion-stage and four late Soul-Split guards toward the old Prince Muyeno Estate.