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Chapter 557 No one cares
Chai Jin groped around in his robes.

He fumbled around for a while and finally pulled a plaque out from his stomach.

It is a plaque made of gold and iron.

This is not a small sign that can be held in one hand, but a large sign that requires both hands to lift.

This is the ancestral "Iron Certificate" that he brought from his hometown of Cangzhou to the Heroes' Assembly. It is a contract that Emperor Taizu of Song promised his direct descendants of the Chai family eternal wealth and honor.

He, Chai Jin, relied on this iron certificate to disregard the government and protect heroes.

Chai Jin's gaze lingered on the iron certificate.

He suddenly realized today that the ancestral iron certificate was actually of limited use.

The former imperial family, the Chai family, and the current Song Dynasty's Zhao family are also on the same path.

The imperial edict of rank and authority is now useless.

He was of no use to Chai Jin himself.

Chai Jin walked towards Zhao Ji with the imperial edict in one hand and sat down at Zhao Ji's table.

"Snapped--!"

Chai Jin slammed the imperial edict in front of Zhao Ji.

"What are you doing? You rude scoundrel!!" Tong Guan shouted at Chai Jin from the side.

"Master Chai, please stop bullying Young Master Zhao!" someone laughed.

Emperor Huizong was puzzled until he picked up the iron certificate and, by the light of the fire, saw clearly the four large characters "Iron Certificate" and other densely packed small characters on it.

"Hmm?" Zhao Ji's gaze swept towards Chai Jin.

"Do you want me to pardon you? For what you did to me before?" Zhao Ji thought for a while and then asked Chai Jin seriously.

"Hehe, young master Zhao, I've figured it out, but you haven't?" Chai Jin asked.

“What do I need to understand?” Zhao Ji asked.

“I did nothing, yet I did everything. As Master Wang Jin said, ‘The world is governed by simply letting the clothes hang down.’” Zhao Ji laughed.

"This imperial edict is returned to the Zhao family," Chai Jin said.

"Did I give you permission to return it?" Zhao Ji's face turned cold.

"What, did I humiliate you?" Chai Jin laughed as well.

"Your Zhao family guarantees the wealth and honor of my Chai family, but how can you possibly protect it?"

"I'm returning it to you now so you won't lose face later," Chai Jin said.

"Do you think my Zhao family is incapable?" Zhao Ji stood up.

“Yes, very much so, but it’s the power to ruin a family,” Chai Jin said.

"How ridiculous."

"Being a member of the former dynasty's royal family is not an honor, but a disgrace."

"I should be proud of being a descendant of the Yellow Emperor and Yan Emperor, and not be attached to my identity as a descendant of Emperor Shizong of the Former Zhou Dynasty."

"..."

“Wang Jin only said a few words, and he has already bewitched you roughnecks,” Zhao Ji said in a low voice.

“You’re scared,” Chai Jin said to Zhao Ji with a smile.

"Ha, what am I afraid of?"

“Your position as emperor is currently a castle in the air,” Chai Jin replied.

"Unless your martial arts are the best in the world, and you can defeat all of us martial arts practitioners."

"We'll see."

"Dare you give me three years? After three years, I will personally lead an expedition to first destroy the Liao Kingdom, and then destroy the Western Xia Kingdom," Zhao Ji said to Chai Jin.

"Humph!"

"up to you."

"Perhaps three years from now, you will no longer be the Emperor of the Song Dynasty."

Zhao Ji glared angrily.

“My lord, please don’t be angry. I’ll deal with this scoundrel for you right away!” Tong Guan said from the side.

"No, Tong Guan, don't do it."

Zhao Ji strode towards the stone platform, determined to prove himself; he was not a useless person.

No one can pretend he doesn't exist.

He is the current emperor, the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, and he must let people know that he can be a model of humanity.

Wang Jin appeared behind Zhao Ji, placing a hand on Zhao Ji's shoulder to prevent him from moving. "Young Master Zhao, what do you want to do?" Wang Jin asked Zhao Ji.

“What I do is to show them that I am the Emperor. I have also come to the Heroes' Assembly, and I am not what they think I am!” Zhao Ji replied.

“They won’t care what you’re like; they’ll just swarm you, cut you into pieces, and tear you to pieces,” Wang Jin said.

"Great Hero Wang Jin, would you let them take action?" Zhao Ji asked.

"Of course not."

"Then what did you say?"

"I'm telling you that you and they are enemies," Wang Jin said.

"You are equivalent to the imperial court. The things that the officials of the court do are the things that you make them do. The crimes committed by the court officials are equivalent to the crimes you commit."

“It has nothing to do with me,” Zhao Ji said.

"Who told you to be the emperor?"

"Who gave you permission to obtain the Flower and Stone Tribute?"

"Who gave you the right to promote your playmate to a high-ranking official position in the government?"

"Lord Zhao, are you sober? I uphold morality and am a respected hero in the martial arts world, but I am also someone who has been persecuted by Gao Qiu."

"..." Zhao Ji suddenly calmed down; he had almost forgotten about Gao Qiu.

"Could you give me some time?" Zhao Ji asked Wang Jin.

"What time do you have, and what do you need to do?" Wang Jin silently sensed Zhao Ji's thoughts with his hands.

"I intend to seclude myself for three years to hone my martial arts skills. When I emerge, I will become a wise and virtuous ruler who governs the world with ease," Zhao Ji said.

"Is this the time you wanted?" Wang Jin looked Zhao Ji up and down.

He still showed some respect to Emperor Huizong.

Wang Jin did not use magnetic field to read minds and steal the martial arts that Zhao Ji had comprehended from the Martial God Stele, nor did he delve into his inner world to uncover its secrets.

"Are you very confident in your martial arts skills?"

"I will be invincible," Zhao Ji said confidently.

"I will not wait for you, nor will the heroes of the world and the common people."

"You're still a child."

"If you want to gain three years, then go and try to do it yourself."

Wang Jin released his grip and disappeared behind Zhao Ji, setting him free.

Emperor Huizong clenched his fists on the stone platform.

Wang Jin looked down on him once again.

This time, his self-esteem was torn to shreds.

Originally, he didn't think he valued the emperor's position much, but now he desperately wanted to prove that his ascension to the throne was not insignificant and that he cared about it.

"All of you, look over here!"

"Look at me!!"

"I have something to announce!!"

"Everyone, look at me!!"

"?"

The heroes below the stage looked curiously at the stage, where Zhao Ji had raised his arms high.

"What is Lord Zhao going to announce?"

By now, many of these heroes have gotten quite drunk from drinking and are not fully conscious.

"I want to tell you, I am the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji!!" Zhao Ji shouted loudly.

"Great!! We support you becoming Zhao Ji!"

"I also have something to announce! I am the King of Heaven!!"

"Who is the Heavenly King? You have a son?"

"Master Zhao is drunk! Haha, he's going up on stage and causing a scene! Quickly, get someone to help him down!"

"I, I'm not drunk! I say, I am the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty!" Zhao Ji shouted, his face flushed.

"Alright, we know you're the emperor!! Come on down here and let's have a drink!"

No one paid any attention to Zhao Ji, who was roaring on stage that he was the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)