Chapter 47: Meeting Song Que

  After a cup of tea, Song Lu returned and said to Wang Yu: "Your Highness, the eldest brother invites you to Mo Dao Tang."

  Wang Yu spat out all the tea in his mouth with a "pu" sound, and exclaimed in shock: "How can this be? What virtue or ability does Wang have to enter the eyes of the Heavenly Sword and be engraved on the whetstone?"

  Wang Yu's loss of composure is not without reason.

  Song Que has been undefeated in countless battles since his debut. After defeating "Ba Dao" Yue Shan and becoming the world's number one knife, he returned to the Song family due to emotional setbacks and rarely came out of the mountain. In daily life, he is usually in the grinding knife hall polishing his knife skills. Many years have passed, and now no one knows what level Song Que's knife skills have reached.

  Inside Song Que's Mo Dao Tang, there was a whetstone with the names of those he considered worthy opponents written on it. "Evil King" Shi Zixuan and "Scattered True Man" Ning Daoqi were both listed at the top. They were all renowned masters who shook the heavens, with even the weakest being at the level of a Sect Master, such as Wang Yu's master, Zhu Yuxian. Although Wang Yu was confident, he did not think he had what it took to be Song Que's opponent.

  Song Lu heard Wang Yu's words, first stunned, then clapped his hands and laughed loudly, saying: "Your Highness has gone to the wrong place. Your Highness is new to Jianghu, Big Brother doesn't even know how strong you are, how can he consider you as an opponent? Big Brother just lived in Mochuang Hall for many years, let me take you to Mochuang Hall to discuss matters."

  Wang Yu's face turned bright red with embarrassment. It turned out that he had thought too much. There was no way, it was just that for Wang Yu, the Grinding Knife Sect was too famous. Basically, anyone invited by Song Que to enter the Grinding Knife Sect would inevitably have to fight. Wang Yu's conditioned reflex made him think of fighting immediately.

  Follow Song Lu, cross the stone bridge, and head towards Mo Dao Tang.

  Mo Dao Tang was at the deepest part of a three-entry courtyard, Wang Yu passed through two arched doorways before arriving in front of a building with the large characters "Mo Dao Tang" hanging on it.

  Mo Dao Tang is not a place for sharpening knives, but rather a grand hall for collecting famous swords. On the walls inside, dozens of precious swords with different styles are hung, each belonging to a master swordsman who once shook the Jianghu. However, after the great waves washed away the sand, only the swords remain. Hung on the wall as spoils of war, they demonstrate the strength of Mo Dao Tang's owner.

  Song Que has been on the battlefield since he came out of the mountain, and has fought many battles without ever having a defeat.

  What was most attractive in Mò Dāo Táng wasn't those famous swords, but a middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back.

  This man was none other than Song Que.

  As Wang Yu's identity, Song Que didn't personally go to greet him was already somewhat impolite. Now that Wang Yu has come to visit in person, as the host, Song Que naturally cannot lose his composure.

  Wang Yu entered Mo Dao Tang and immediately saw Song Que. In fact, Song Que stood there, and the first glance of everyone who entered Mo Dao Tang would be attracted by him.

  Song Que's appearance is stern and handsome, like a perfectly carved work of art, without any flaws, bringing out the unique charm that only men possess to the extreme, enough to make any woman's heart skip a beat at first sight. He has an air of grandeur that makes one feel small. He doesn't have a sharp and aggressive aura, but instead is filled with the elegant demeanor of a Confucian scholar. Paired with his perfectly proportioned physique and majestic posture, he indeed has the unique style of the world's number one knife master.

  Perhaps it's the name of a person, the shadow of a tree, Song Que gives Wang Yu a feeling that is just as Wang Yu imagined, deep and immeasurable, with a painting style that perfectly matches.

  "Junior Wang Yu, greetings to the master." Wang Yu said with a bow. Since he had something to ask of someone, Wang Yu still attached great importance to etiquette.

  Song Que also carefully measured Wang Yu, with a calm and composed demeanor, steady footsteps, internal energy drawn in but not released, his profound cultivation had actually reached the realm of a Sect Master, truly astonishing Song Que.

  At the same time, he was extremely polite and courteous. This also made Song Que feel unusual. When someone is overly polite to you, they must have ulterior motives. With Wang Yu's identity, he didn't need to be so respectful to himself originally.

  Song Que replied: "Your Highness is too polite. Your Highness's body is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and Song Mou doesn't have the qualifications to receive such a great honor yet."

  It doesn't matter, I'll just consider it a premature meeting with my father-in-law. Wang Yu thought to himself. However, this was something he couldn't directly tell Song Que.

  "Zhen Nan Gong is very polite. In the past, my father, the Emperor, personally appointed you as Zhen Nan Gong and put you in charge of Lingnan. You have worked hard for many years and achieved great success, governing Lingnan with great order. Such a great achievement deserves another bow." said Wang Yu.

  After Wang Mang usurped the Han dynasty, Song Yang was in a semi-independent state, but did not raise a flag of opposition. Although Wang Mang had little understanding of Song Yang, his focus was on the northern ethnic minorities and domestic reform, and he paid little attention to the Lingnan region. On the advice of court officials, Wang Mang appointed Song Yang as Marquis of Town South. Wang Yu's words were meant to curry favor with him, while also subtly reminding Song Yang that there was no enmity between them.

  Song Que's expression was calm and collected, without showing any attitude towards Wang Yu's courtesy. His face still had an air of mystery. He first sent Song Lu away, then said calmly: "The prince has arrived."

  Seeing Song Que's expressionless face, Wang Yu was also at a loss. Having to ask someone for something is just not pleasant. Since probing didn't work, Wang Yu simply stated: "Lord Valve, I came here this time to seek cooperation with you."

  "Oh, I'm not sure which aspect of cooperation Your Highness is referring to?" Song Que's interest was piqued.

  Wang Yu's face was solemn, and he said seriously: "Of course, I would like to ask the Lord of the Gate to help me pacify the world. Nowadays, the world is in great chaos, and the righteous armies are rising up everywhere, competing for dominance in the Central Plains. As the legitimate ruler of the new dynasty, it is my duty to restore order and rebuild the mountains and rivers."

  Song Que's eyes narrowed, and his expression finally became serious, no longer as calm as before. It was clear that Wang Yu's words had a great impact on Song Que. Song Que was not only a high-ranking martial artist, but also the leader of the Song family, representing the interests of the entire Song family. More importantly, he was also a military strategist who was well-versed in ancient and modern warfare, with a deep understanding of the ever-changing situation in the Central Plains.

  Song Que deeply understands the art of war, excels at analyzing the situation in the world, and is meticulous about making comprehensive arrangements for battle. Song Que is very clear about the current situation in the world. Even clearer is the meaning behind Wang Yu's words. Although Song Que has not left Lingnan for many years, it does not mean that he is unaware of the changes in the outside world.

  "I don't know if Your Highness is speaking on behalf of His Majesty or for yourself?" Song Que asked.

  "Representing myself."

  "Oh?" Song Que asked strangely.

  Wang Yu hesitated for a moment, but still decided to be honest. With the power of the Song faction, Wang Yu believed that as long as he investigated carefully, he would eventually get the news. Moreover, this news couldn't be hidden for too long anyway.

  "To be honest with you, the Emperor has been bedridden. The imperial physician has diagnosed that the Emperor's illness is terminal and his passing is imminent."

  As soon as these words came out, Song Que was shocked.