Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 239: Exhortation (Part 2)

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Exhortation (Part 2)

Nezha realized his previous thoughts were too naive.

The world is in chaos, and the feudal lords are waging relentless wars. Those who haven’t developed their military are inevitably being annexed by others.

But once it comes to this, in this world with extremely backward productivity, where could there truly be any human paradise?

"Those people below..."

Just as Nezha spoke, a soldier guarding the city eagerly replied, "Reporting to the General, they are all refugees. Master San Yisheng ordered that none of them are allowed to enter the city to prevent internal chaos."

Seeing Nezha’s silence, he continued, "General, it’s no big deal, this year has been a disaster year, some places have not harvested a single grain. There is war everywhere, people are starving to death everywhere. If we let them in, Xiqi City might run out of food soon."

Xiqi seems prosperous, but in truth, it is also a man-eating fierce tiger.

Jiang Ziya advised for half a day, but couldn’t compare to a few words from the soldier on the city wall.

"General, the reason we are willing to follow the Monarch into battle is because he said when he ascended: In the cruel chaotic world, the ordinary people suffer the most, so he is determined to raise the sword and unify the world."

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome, General."

In the night, Nezha stepped on the Wind Fire Wheel, transformed into a red light, and quietly entered the Xiqi Royal Palace.

He wanted to see for himself what Ji Fa’s aspiration was like.

...

At this time, most people in Xiqi City were already asleep.

Inside the palace.

Goose-yellow light gauze wrapped around the slender waist of a girl, her white belly faintly visible under the gauze, a child of thirteen to fourteen still showing signs of innocence, but already showing the charm of a young maiden.

However, there was still a trace of fear on the face that hadn’t fully matured.

"Pull the strapless down a bit, no, not too low, exposing everything like the girls in the brothel, yes, just like that, so it looks immature. Hold on, once the painter finishes, I will give you this piece of gauze!"

The girl’s expression changed once she heard it was gauze and not food, but Ji Fa knew what she was thinking and coaxed, "Although this goose-yellow gauze isn’t as famous as Zhaoge’s Moon Embroidery, selling it can still buy food for your family for half a year."

After hearing this, the girl’s expression improved a bit and she stood as Ji Fa instructed.

Though she seemed wrapped tightly, from Ji Fa’s angle, under the flickering torchlight, her figure was almost entirely naked.

He squinted his eyes, took a sip of tea brought from Zhaoge, and instructed the painter beside him to be meticulous.

A new idea: in one night, during the indulgence with the girl, draw twelve paintings, truly like twelve spring palace paintings, and after the event, pick some of the best paintings to hang in a study only he could enter.

Ji Fa named the first painting ’Early Spring·Plum Branch Granting Jade’, the girl holding white plum by the screen, dressed intact like a bud, the Monarch holding a warm stove observing from afar.

"The hairpin-headed Hai Tang slightly askew, silk scarf hanging down half a yard, the Monarch holding a painted fan pointing to the pear blossom branch. This is the second painting ’Rainwater·Pear Blossom’," Ji Fa thought his idea was exquisite, but as he reached this point, he suddenly burst into tears.

Such unpredictable behavior scared the painter beside him greatly.

"A strand loose from the tie, the girl turns and twists the curtain, the Monarch bends to pick up her fallen earring.

A Ying Luo half undone around her neck, peach petals falling on her collarbone, the Monarch’s sleeve stained with vermillion inkstone.

Collar slightly open gathering willow fluff, her pale hand holding a chessboard, the Monarch pondering holding a black piece.

Gauze clothing revealing lotus arms, golden bracelet slipping to the elbow, the Monarch using the tip of his pen to touch her wrist.

Sash belt trailing on the ground, fan covering half of her flushed face, the Monarch opening a scroll inscribing drunkenness.

Pomegranate skirt hem covering snow ankle, jade toes timidly exposed on the brocade carpet, the Monarch holding her lotus foot tying a red string.

Her belt sliding to her shoulder, temple sweat soaking rouge, the Monarch sniffing her collar’s scented sachet.

Ice Silk garment revealing skin texture, jasmine hairpin falling among her black hair, the Monarch biting her earring smiling lightly.

Black hair scattered over lotus bed curtains, toes gently tapping the bronze mirror, the Monarch stroking her back drawing butterfly wings.

Snowy skin reflecting through green gauze cupboard, fan covering face pointing slender fingers, the Monarch holding silk book untitled."

Ji Fa sang and danced, finishing the song and ending the dance, now full of tears.

Then, he heard enthusiastic applause near his ear.

"Who!!!"

Ji Fa turned sharply, showing a rare fierce look.

Seeing the visitor, he immediately smiled: "Oh, it’s brother Nezha. So late, you didn’t let anyone report, I could have prepared some song, dance, and wine."

Nezha said, "I didn’t come for food and drink. Seems like the Monarch is in high spirits, reciting lewd poetry and crying so sorrowfully."

Ji Fa wiped his eyes, laughed: "Indeed, my father wrote it. When I recite it, I can’t help but remember him. The court scholars all praised it as delightful yet not perverted."

"With a great battle imminent, the people suffering the most, how does the Monarch find time for fun?"

Seeing Nezha’s icy face, Ji Fa waved to dismiss everyone.

He said, "What else to do for fun, when Chengtang’s army arrives, there will be nothing to play with. Besides, if I don’t play, would the people have food? What little I spare wouldn’t feed several people."

Nezha laughed: "Do you still think you’re doing a good job?"

"Of course I’m doing a good job. I take in beautiful girls from poor families. At this time, which family can afford to raise a girl who can’t farm or work? A girl this young, sold to the brothel is only worth sixteen pounds of white flour, I give her father twenty!"

Nezha clenched his fists, knuckles cracking.

Everyone says Chengtang’s fate is doomed, Xiqi’s Holy Master has arisen.

Holy Master my ass, he’s just a scum!

"General, since you disapprove of me, why don’t you teach me what to do?"

Nezha sneered: "Teach you what to do? I think beating you up a few times, you’d know it yourself."

"Brother, I just appointed you as Great General today. If you think it’s not enough, I’ll appoint you a higher rank. If that’s still not enough, join me in the palace, those concubines I’ve grown bored of, whichever palace you want to visit, just avoid people."

"Relax, despite how I seem now, I have a plan for the future. Once Jiang Ziya unifies the world for me, I promise to be a wise Monarch, will that do?"

Saying this, Ji Fa placed his hand on Nezha’s shoulder, which Nezha then broke.

As he was about to scream, Nezha punched his lower abdomen, making him curl up like a shrimp, swallowing his scream.

Nezha squatted beside him, grabbed his ear and lifted him up, twisting until his ear was covered in blood, his face contorted in pain.

"To wear the crown, one must bear its weight. Fortunately, my fists are heavy. Monarch should rest well, I’ll beat you every day for three days. If by then you still don’t know how to govern, I’ll yank your head off."

Under the flickering light, Nezha turned and left, thinking how ridiculous Ji Fa was, a Monarch asking a General how to govern.

Ji Fa watched the fading figure in the night, full of fear.

He didn’t understand Nezha, leading to tonight’s events.

He was a foolish monarch, but not a fool.

Hence his fear.

He knew Nezha was serious.

If in three days he hadn’t transformed from foolish to wise monarch, the General he completely relied on would personally take his head.

But this Nezha, only seeing a bit of the palace, acts this way. If he saw the corpses of women who drowned, wouldn’t he directly punch Ji Fa to death?

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