Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 148 The Ceremony Begins

In the early morning light, the front of King Han's palace was bustling with people and noise.

There was an endless stream of wealthy nobles and gentry attending the succession ceremony. The sound of horse hooves and the low hum of wheels rolling on the ground intertwined, and the air was filled with the world of red dust.

In the queue in front of the palace gate, there were gorgeous carriages and horses, and ladies in brocade clothes were walking around.

Only Qin Shi Moyu, dressed in black cloth, stood alone in the crowd, looking out of place.

He looked ahead calmly, and occasionally a noble's carriage passed by, bringing a breeze that blew the corners of his slightly simple clothes.

"Who is talking about me?" Qin Shi Moyu touched his nose, feeling as if someone was staring at him.

In fact, Qin Shimoyu finally accepted the invitation from the Moon Goddess.

The wooden invitation plaque engraved with the words "Moon Goddess" was not destroyed by Feng Shayan, but was handed to Zhan Kuang by her generously, and then returned to his hands.

In a sense, the Moon Goddess's divination is still very accurate.

However, Qin Shi Moyu now has no intention of provoking the Yin-Yang family, which is a big trap.

In his opinion, the most outrageous of all schools of thought is the Yin-Yang School!
These people have memorized the Seven Stars of the Azure Dragon in their heads. They don't think about anything else but that secret all day long.

In the original novel, the Yin-Yang School has become the state master of the Qin Dynasty. If they develop themselves well, it would be too easy to develop a thousand-year-old sect like the Zhengyi Weimeng, not to mention "abolishing all schools of thought and respecting only Yin-Yang".

But this group of people just didn't do their job and insisted on squandering money. They took the huge amount of sponsorship from the First Emperor and threw it into a bottomless pit.

Finally, the big hole was punctured, hundreds of sorcerers were killed, and the Yin-Yang School was severely damaged.

If there are any scenes from the Western Han Dynasty, the witchcraft disaster might be related to this group of crazy people.

If you get too close to such a person, what good will happen?

Qin Shi Moyu withdrew his thoughts and slowly moved forward with the team in front of him.

The Han army guards, fully armed with sharp weapons, stood on both sides of the palace gate, their armor reflecting the morning light, looking cold and solemn.

The leading palace gate officer had a calm gaze as he inspected the incoming carriages one by one, while his adjutant stood by, holding bamboo slips and checking the pass documents.

When it was Qin Shimoyu's turn, the adjutant saw that he was alone and dressed in cloth, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This is the inheritance ceremony!

It was the most glorious moment in Han Wangan’s life!
It is precisely because of this that this is also the time when he is most sensitive. Even an unintentional action may cause him to bear a grudge and be remembered deep in his heart.

No matter what the various forces think, as long as they still want to stay in South Korea, they will at least give Han Wangan some face today.

Gorgeous clothes and makeup, BMW cars, ladies in blue...anything that can hold the scene must be put together, even if it means borrowing.

But the man in front of him was dressed in plain clothes, as simple as a passerby. The adjutant even suspected that he was here to cause trouble. Just as he frowned, Qin Shi Moyu took out a silk book from his bosom and handed it to him.

The adjutant took it and took a look. A glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "It turns out to be Commander Han Mo. It's okay then." Then he waved his hand to signal the soldiers to let them go.

The Mohist school is famous for its frugality.

Their ancestor Mozi wore only cloth clothes and straw sandals when he entered and left the royal palaces of various countries. There was even a precedent of great men in later generations wearing patched clothes when meeting kings and princes.

As the seventh-generation grandson of Mozi, Qin Shi Mo Yu was able to wear a black cloth robe without any obvious flaws to attend the ceremony, and also wore cloth shoes. This was already a great honor, and he really couldn't ask for more.

Gorgeous carriages rolled by one after another, their wheels rumbling over the bluestone slabs. Qin Shimoyu stepped aside from the main road, his expression calm and his pace unhurried.

Occasionally, a noble would peek out of the carriage window and cast a look of contempt, but Qin Shi Moyu did not react at all. He just squinted his eyes and silently memorized the markings of those carriages.

Even fearing she'd forgotten, she silently typed a message hidden within her wide sleeves and sent it to the group chat. On the nearby city wall, Princess Honglian, who had come to watch the excitement, leaned against the railing, looking down. She glanced past the sleekly dressed nobles, but her gaze was quickly drawn to the figure in plain black.

"Brother, that looks like Commander Han Mo?" She tugged at the collar of Han Fei, who was squinting his eyes and looking at something unknown, and pointed at the simple figure walking beside him with attendants and ladies.

Han Fei first looked at his sister meaningfully, then looked in the direction of her finger.

His eyes fell on Qin Shi Moyu, and he squinted his eyes to look at him for a moment. He understood clearly in his heart, nodded and said, "Yes, it's him."

Honglian frowned, her face full of confusion: "Isn't the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce quite wealthy? Isn't he the commander-in-chief? Why..."

Even though she lived deep in the palace and didn't pay attention to her daily shopping, she knew that her best Qi-style jewelry and favorite Shu-brocade clothes were all from the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce.

She couldn't calculate how much money the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce had, but she knew that none of the nobles and gentry below could compare to Qin Shimoyu in terms of wealth.

But why is he so shabby?
Han Fei knew Qin Shimoyu's purpose, but when he said it, he turned it into another excuse:
"Most people in this world need to adorn themselves with precious and gorgeous treasures to increase their value. But there is another type of people who do not need these external things. They themselves are the most precious and priceless treasures in this world."

Although these words were not what he thought in his heart, they were also his sincere feelings.

How can a mere jeweled horse compare to the vast rivers and mountains and the eternal country?
Honglian seemed to understand, but not quite. She probably knew what Ninth Brother wanted to express, but she was still puzzled. Having talent and enjoying better material conditions are not in conflict.

Qin Shi Moyu is not without money. In fact, the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce under his command gathers the world's top weavers and craftsmen, and can transport silk from Shu, fine horses from Yan and Zhao, and jewelry from Qi and Chu.

It can be said that as long as he does not strictly refuse, these things will naturally appear in him.

Honglian recalled that when she went to Guiyi Chamber of Commerce to look for Qin Shimoyu, the linen shorts he wore seemed even shabby than the one he wore now.

The side hall for the succession ceremony was magnificent. King Han An spent a huge amount of money to decorate it with gold and jade, carved beams and painted rafters.

The princes and nobles dressed in brocade gathered in groups of three or five, talking in low voices, and were vaguely divided into two factions.

Qin Shi Moyu stepped into the hall. The incompatible painting style was like a drop of white on a black canvas, glaring and abrupt.

On the right side of the side hall, Ji Wuye's burly figure stood in the crowd. After receiving a whispered reminder from the person next to him, he turned his head and looked back. His tiger eyes locked onto Qin Shimoyu, and a hint of fierce anger flashed in his eyes.

Ye Mu, who had attacked Han Mo these days, did not get any good results, although it seemed that Han Mo was the only one being beaten.

But both parties who were actually involved understood that Ye Mu’s casualties were far greater than Han Mo’s losses!

Bai Yifei, who was standing behind Ji Wuye but keeping a certain distance from him, was whispering with several generals, but his narrow gaze was always lingering on the entrance of the side hall.

When Mo Yu entered, his eyes fixed on her, he looked at her, nodded imperceptibly, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

On the left side of the side hall, Zhang Kaidi, the leader, received a reminder from the person next to him, but he did not turn around in a hurry. Instead, he first set his eyes on Ji Wuye.

After seeing the anger hidden beneath that sullen face, he smiled and whispered a few words to Zhang Liang beside him before turning to look at Qin Shi Moyu. His eyes were scrutinizing, as if he was weighing the young commander's worth.

Amidst the reactions of the many nobles in the side hall, Qin Shimoyu effortlessly caught the glances of Ji Wuye and Zhang Kaidi. With a gentle demeanor, he bowed slightly to Zhang Kaidi as a sign of respect.

Ji Wuye snorted coldly and turned back with an unhappy look on his face.

How could he not see the collusion between Han Mo and Zhang Kaidi?

Even Ji Wuye was very skeptical.

The reason why Ye Mu suffered such heavy losses in dealing with a mere Han Mo these past few days was because of the old fox Zhang Kaidi's actions?

He just didn't believe that Han Mo, who had acted "weakly" in the past and had only relied on the Mohist's influence in various places to get some resources from various countries, could be such a tough nut to crack.

If they really have this ability, why did they give up so much profit in previous years? Isn't that a fool?

(End of this chapter)