Peace Order

"On the surface, you are a wealthy gentleman with ten thousand fertile acres, but in fact, you secretly engage in human trafficking, harming the four corners. Everything you have done has been recorded by Mr. Xiao Zhi."

"According to the Qilin Army’s regulations, we must first verify your identity and tell you why you have been captured."

The old man’s face changed several times upon hearing the name Xiao Zhi, finally becoming ashen.

A sound of horse hooves echoed, and someone arrived, smiling: "Captain Xue, well-done tactics."

The officer was merely a Captain, removing his helmet, revealing a face of around twenty years old, with a scar on his cheek, his brows sharp with true battlefield ferocity. He raised his eyebrows and said: "It was the Right Minister who gave us the list."

"Lord Right Minister whipped the noble families, but even with strategic means, it can only be restrained temporarily, yet there are still such people."

"Despite committing crimes, they not only do not surrender but dare to counterattack us."

The newcomer named Shi Yunzhou, dressed like a strategist, carried a knife at his waist. This was now a requirement in the newly structured Qilin Army, among the thousand-member divisions, one must have someone like him, from the army led personally by General Fan Qing-marquis Wusu in the past.

Responsible for the ideological transformation of ordinary captives and ensuring no deterioration within the army. Of course, the captains need to supervise strictly, as these strategists are determined but influenced by an unnamed purple-eyed strategist.

Though their martial skills are ordinary, they often rush the fiercest.

Shi Yunzhou said: "Tracking these people for months, and finally the truth is revealed. But Captain Xue, why did you suddenly apply for leave?"

This Captain Xue is twenty years old, already a Charging Captain, ranking above Commandant and below General, commanding three thousand troops, known to come from a merchant family, having made significant contributions during the unification wars.

Personally involved in the battle against Yuwen Lie, with the highest casualty rate.

Crawled out from the heap of corpses.

Achieved officer rank through military meritorious service.

Except for his mouth and like poison, there is no issue.

This Captain Xue touched the scar on his cheek, his face showing a gentle smile, saying: "My tigress at home... no, I mean, my sister."

"Is finally getting married."

"I just completed this encirclement campaign and want to take leave to go home to see my sister and brother-in-law, as this is my gift."

The soldiers were puzzled.

What kind of woman would take population trafficker suppression as a gift?

...

The Xue Family in Guan Yi City, is bustling with excitement.

Or perhaps the entire Guan Yi City is lively.

The old shopkeeper of Huichun Hall couldn’t help but glance twice, with many convoys on the road, and high-held equipment with a solemn air, Mr. Nan Hanwen from the Ministry of Rites came personally to deliver gifts.

Ordinary family weddings naturally wouldn’t have such high standards.

Now, the Founding Emperor is to be wed.

This is just the first step in the process, with the ancient six rites to follow.

Nan Hanwen traveled all the way to the Xue Family, Xue Daoyong was in great spirits, dressed in ceremonial attire waiting outside, only a few knew that this old man hadn’t slept for days knowing the Emperor’s process began.

Sounds of restrained laughter often came from within the Wind Listening Pavilion.

Rumor has it the old man has started self-proclaiming as the world’s greatest gambler.

Yet, even now, dressed in ceremonially appropriate robes, with due diligence, his mouth repeatedly curved up and down, unsuccessfully restrained.

Just like his unrivaled prowess, neither the desperate tigers of a chaotic world nor the Grandmasters of Seven Heavens could keep it down.

Unstoppable, utterly unstoppable.

Mr. Nan Hanwen had refined tastes and acted as if he saw nothing.

Exchanged formalities in accordance with etiquette and offered the gift list.

After rounds of decorous exchanges, the Emperor’s gifts were finally accepted.

These gifts are not the formal betrothal gifts.

Yet Xue Daoyong didn’t care about these.

Inside the Xue Family’s inner courtyard.

Xue Shuangtao was simply dressed in a green shirt, with a bamboo flute tied around her waist, hair pinned with a wooden stick, her eyes still clear, resembling apricot pupils, radiating gentle determination.

Manager Qu was fitting clothes for the lady, the young-looking woman reminisced with a smile: "Over ten years ago, when the Emperor came to our Xue Family as a Guest Elder, his clothes were made by me."

"Never expected, that your wedding attire should also be made by me."

Manager Qu paused momentarily but couldn’t help smiling:

"It is quite interesting indeed."

Xue Shuangtao gazed at herself in the mirror, reaching out to touch her temple hair, with a smile: "This was his idea, saying the first old friend he met relating to clothes when we knew each other was Manager Qu, so the wedding attire should be made by Manager Qu herself."

"Even though he is the Founding Emperor now, he still carries a Martial World’s ranger charm, saying it respects the beginning and end, a reunion with an old friend."

"I wonder if it might be taxing for Manager."

Manager Qu was slightly flustered but still smiled: "How could it be?"

"Having such an opportunity, is something worth sharing with the children when I’m old, respecting the beginning and end, indirectly participating in this stormy event in my life."

She said softly:

"Though His Majesty often says the world’s momentum is just people like us."

"Yet I am dull and only now feel this slight sense of touch."

Xue Shuangtao’s fingers gently brushed the wedding attire, red base adorned with gold-threaded phoenix embroidery. Historically, imperial wedding garments used real gold threads, extremely luxurious. Xue Shuangtao initially thought to decline, but Emperor Qin absolutely insisted.

Emperor Qin righteously declared: "I have gold!"

Then clang, pulled out a jar.

Inside were golden beans one by one.

This time, the gold threads on Xue Shuangtao and Li Guanyi’s wedding garments are somewhat special.

From over ten years ago until now, the golden beads Xue Shuangtao gave to Li Guanyi, melted by the Red Dragon Fire into threads.

Xue Shuangtao’s fingertip gently swept over these gold threads.

The candlelight cast a shadow on the gold threads, in the blur, memories surfaced, these golden beans were traces from the beginning of their story.

They met in Guan Yi City, starting as a naïve Miss and a poor, money-minded little pharmacist, then it spread, in a blur, as if under the firelight, the young Miss and Guest Elder in a chaotic world took different paths.

As a wandering army leader young lad.

As the Miss hosting the Xue Family’s Trade Guild.

As Marquis Qin Wu who conquered through martial arts at fourteen, renowned worldwide.

As a radiant and clear-minded girl leading trade caravans connecting the Taiping Army.

As the Qilin breaking through the chaotic world.

For over ten years, always entwined beside the Qilin was the Long Wind.

Where the Qilin roars, the Long Wind follows.

These ten years of emotion finally transformed in the flames to strands entwining them both.

Just like these golden beans turned into gold threads.

Xue Shuangtao wore a slight smile on her face.

Manager Qu also had admiration in her eyes.

Childhood sweethearts, innocent companions, supporting each other from beginning to end, faithfully unchanged, indeed enviable.

Just at this moment, sudden chaos erupted outside.

A maid hurried in, somewhat panicked: "Miss, something bad happened!"

"Something has happened outside!"

Xue Shuangtao said calmly: "What is it? Don’t rush, speak slowly."

The maid quickly explained everything.

Xue Shuangtao lifted her hand, amid her brows.

The commanding aura of the first Intelligence Tower Master in turbulent times emerged.

"Let’s go."