Peace Order

The old shopkeeper, as usual, drank the wine in one go with the cup pressed against his lips.

A strong surge of alcohol down his throat.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

The old shopkeeper’s face turned red instantly, coughing violently, and said: "This, this wine..."

The chubby innkeeper said: "The price of grains has dropped, so the quality of wine has improved."

"Which means."

He suddenly laughed heartily: "In the past, taxes were high, grain was expensive, and the penny wine you drank was watered down!"

The old shopkeeper opened his mouth but felt the alcohol kicking in, making him dizzy and delighted. He wanted to get up but instead sat back down, pointing at the chubby innkeeper, unsure of what to say, and just laughed.

Both of them laughed heartily, feeling extremely joyful.

The chubby innkeeper said: "You’re knowledgeable about literature, so name this new wine for me."

The old shopkeeper staggered to his feet and wrote two large characters on the red paper in one go, then tossed the brush aside casually and freely.

He sipped the pure, unwatered wine, and said:

"It turns out that so-called peace is merely within the daily lives of the people."

"Good, peace!"

The old shopkeeper lunged forward, sprawled on the table, and fell into a deep sleep. The chubby innkeeper slowly drank this strong, undiluted penny wine, watching the people coming and going outside, taking advantage of the alcohol he looked forward.

Seeing the two words on the barrel of new wine.

Peace.

These two words did not look as unrecognizable as the prescriptions written in Huichun Hall, as if they had absorbed the strong aroma of the wine, causing the stroke to be fierce.

The chubby shopkeeper picked up the pen and added a word—Drunk.

"Drunk Peace, Peace Drunk, hahahaha."

Then he too staggered and toppled onto the table.

After Emperor Qin defeated Ying, the officials and noble families of Ying Country had little resistance, or rather, how could they resist? Emperor Qin, the World’s Number One Divine General at the age of 20, a Martial Arts Legend, with the body of an Overlord.

This Emperor was someone they couldn’t kill even if they wanted to.

The noble families exhausted all their efforts, perhaps only causing Emperor Qin minor surface wounds.

There was no way, couldn’t win.

Surrendered, surrendered.

They were just jittery, truly worried about facing that well-known throughout the world, even in some sense, renowned through the ages [Yue-Green Yan Daiqing], but luckily, luckily.

It was not Yue-Green Yan Daiqing who came.

It was a young man who seemed extremely reliable, gentle and amiable, named Wen Qingyu. While they were chatting and laughing, the remaining heads of the noble families in Ying Country expressed their sighs of relief, saying: "It’s fortunate that Mr. Wen Qingyu came, we were truly fearful."

"Honestly worried, worried it was that Mr. Yan Daiqing who came, if it was Mr. Yan Daiqing who had come, we might truly be... doomed."

Mr. Wen Qingyu smiled warmly and said: "Emperor Qin is not a bloodthirsty person."

"At most, you won’t have the power and authority you used to have; how could that be being doomed?"

The people of the noble families sighed grandly, saying: "Our family has been of official nobility for generations, without power, reduced to being with common folks, isn’t that precisely the decline of the family?!"

"Oh really?"

Mr. Wen Qingyu’s smile became ever more genuine and reliable.

He raised his cup and said: "If that’s the case, why don’t I help you?"

The noble families, with a look of plea, said: "We know the power of His Majesty the Emperor Qin, we have no intention of contending with His Majesty the Emperor Qin, we surrender, we only hope that His Majesty can preserve our families."

Mr. Wen Qingyu smiled and said: "You all are truly good people."

"All are excellent noble families, I also know that you normally do not engage in much corruption or oppression, compared to Chen Country or Central State, compared to the people slain by Ying’s Emperor Jiang Wanxiang, it’s considered extremely good."

"How could I not speak a few good words on your behalf?"

The elder of the noble families breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, a plain voice was heard:

"Among the noble families, some bully others by abusing their power, violating the ancestral commandments; some, with their fortunes, oppress men and women, and some rely on their family clan’s power to only manage internally, rarely helping the outside, just like people, noble families too have good and evil."

"But, do you know what is the most important to His Majesty?"

This cold voice carried a plain tone.

But as the voice fell, the expression of the gentle, serene, genuinely reliable Mr. Wen Qingyu slowly started to stiffen, in what used to be a very secretive place, the door suddenly opened, and a young man about thirty, serene as jade, walked in.

Clad in white, adorned with green bamboo, with a blue ribbon tying his hair.

A longsword hung from his waist, a piece of greenish white jade.

The well-read elder replied: "Naturally, someone who eliminates evil and promotes good."

The young man, however, with a warmth like jade, said:

"It is the noble families that have passed away, which are most important."

And so silence fell over the place, the faces of those noble families slowly solidifying into a pallor, Wen Qingyu sighed, saying: "Your words make it hard for me to handle, don’t they?"

The elder’s face turned ashen, saying: "You, you!"

"Who are you?! We will speak with His Majesty, with Mr. Wen Qingyu!"

"Such major affairs, concern countless people of big and small noble households..."

The gentle youth took half a step forward, calmly said:

"Yes, concerning the common people of the world!"

"How can you so-called noble families be put on par with the multitude of common people in the world?!"

This sentence blocked all hope for the elder, he gasped heavily, but as usual, like the old habit of pressing others from noble families, asked almost instinctively: "Who, exactly, are you?!"