Jackie Chan's Son-in-Law

Chapter 68 People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.
The Yiluan Division, which is what Master Gu once told Chen Qing about... the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Chen Qing frowned: "The Imperial Ceremonial Office is involved in such trivial matters?"

"The Yiluan Division is divided into North and South."

Prince Jiang said slowly, "The north is naturally in the capital, but there is also a Yiluan Division in Yingtian, which keeps an eye on the movements of the entire south for His Majesty."

"What you've created is quite a stir in the South. Of course, the Yiluan Division will be keeping an eye on you. Oh, by the way."

He looked at Chen Qing and said with a smile, "Last month, your stuff became a hot topic in Yingtian. Maybe the Yiluan Division had already sent people to keep an eye on you last month, but you just didn't notice."

"It's just a storybook."

Young Master Chen was still somewhat puzzled: "Does the Yiluan Division have so many people?"

There are many vernacular novels, but none of them are written like yours.

Prince Jiang looked at Chen Qing and said with a meaningful smile, "The Jiangnan area has been plagued by the White Lotus Sect for years. The kind of thing you've created for widespread dissemination might be used by someone to stir up trouble."

"That's why we're keeping an eye on you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Qing felt a sense of dread.

He had certainly heard of the White Lotus Sect. In another world, this sect had accompanied the Ming Dynasty for over two hundred years, much like the shadow cast by the Ming Dynasty on the people.

This folk religious sect wields considerable influence.

This world also has the White Lotus Sect, but Chen Qing had only heard of it and had never seen it. Now, after hearing what this young prince from the Jiang family said, he immediately became much more wary.

The figures in these sects often disrespect the imperial court. Sometimes, they are more difficult to deal with than people like Chen Huan and Madam Li. No matter how much Chen Huan bullies people, he at least abides by the law.

Organizations like the White Lotus Cult are truly capable of killing people at the drop of a hat!

Seeing Chen Qing's expression change, Prince Jiang smiled, stood up, patted Chen Qing's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, those people are like rats, they only hide in the shadows and dare not make a move easily. If I see the people from the Yi Luan Division in a few days, I will put in a good word for you and ask them to look after you."

"If the White Sect really comes knocking, and you help to expose some of them, it will be considered your achievement. They might even recruit you into the Yi Luan Division."

Chen Qing sighed: "Your Highness, I am just an ordinary person who only wants to live a normal life and has no desire to get involved in these matters."

"Then you shouldn't have written the book like this, making such a big fuss."

Prince Jiang rolled his eyes at him: "Go to a bookstore and see for yourself. Where can you find books printed with chapter titles one by one?"

Chen Qing touched his nose and remained silent.

"Eh."

As the chubby boy was talking to Chen Qing, he suddenly remembered something. His eyes darted around, and he said with a smile, "Chen Qing, if you could get into the Yi Luan Division, that would be quite a fun thing. Once you're in the Yi Luan Division, your father would tremble with fear when he sees you!"

Chen Qing looked at him, her eyes flickering, but she didn't say anything.

After Chen Huan arrived, Chen Qing realized that without an official position, he would probably be trampled underfoot by his cheap father for the rest of his life.

That's why he wanted to go to the capital, hoping to find a way to advance his career.

Without pursuing the imperial examinations, there seem to be few paths left for advancement. Entering the Yiluan Division would also be a way to wield power.

If one doesn't take this path, there are only a few options left if one wants to wield power in the Jiang Qi court: either join the army or follow the emperor.

Or... sacrifice your second brother to enter the palace.

The last option was definitely out of the question, and Chen Qing had no connections in the Long clan, let alone joining the army... who knew when he could ever get ahead.

Entering the Yiluan Division is undoubtedly a very good path.

If Chen Qing doesn't join the Yiluan Division, then if he wants to rise above others, it seems he'll have no choice but to start from scratch and establish his own new dynasty.

Just as Chen Qing was pondering this matter, Prince Jiang was already applauding his brilliant idea. He looked at Chen Qing and said with a smile, "Chen Qing, in the next few months, make the reputation of this Xia Ji even bigger. If the Yi Luan Si doesn't accept you, when you arrive in the capital at the end of the year, I will recommend you to His Majesty for a position in the Yi Luan Si."

After saying this, Prince Jiang rolled his eyes and coughed: "Of course, it would be even better if you could come back to Bianzhou with me as a staff member or guest advisor, but judging from your appearance, you probably won't be willing to go back with me."

This Prince Zhou's ideas are really unconventional, you could say they're wildly imaginative. He comes up with a different idea every now and then. In the half hour he's been with Chen Qing, he's already shared quite a few thoughts.

After he finished speaking, Chen Qing looked at him and said with a smile, "Young Prince, all of this is still far from certain, but I will indeed be going to the capital at the end of the year. Please take me with you then."

"We'll talk about the future after we get to the capital." "Okay."

Prince Jiang stood up, tugged at Chen Qing's sleeve, and said with a smile, "No matter what happens in the future, let's go, let's go have some wine."

Chen Qing also stood up, nodded and smiled, "Alright, I'll treat the young prince to some wine."

Prince Jiang shook his head.

"My surname is Jiang, do you think I'd let you treat me?"

After saying that, he pulled Chen Qing along and walked outside.

The two got along quite well and had a drink together that night. Chen Qing didn't say goodbye until it was dark, and then returned to her place and lay down on her bed.

In the darkness, Chen Qing looked up at the bed frame, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

Originally, he hadn't realized his current predicament, but after what that chubby boy said today, the terms "Imperial Guard" and "White Lotus Sect," which were originally unattainable, seemed to have become much more real...

They were already quite close to him.

Thinking of this, Young Master Chen pulled the covers over himself and sighed deeply.

"It's true what they say, people are afraid of becoming famous, just like pigs are afraid of getting fat."

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The next day, Chen Qing rubbed his throbbing temples and sat up in bed. Before he even got out of bed, he heard some noises coming from the courtyard outside.

As soon as Young Master Chen put on his clothes and pushed open the door, he saw Mr. Yang and his daughter carrying firewood from a cart into the yard.

In this era, firewood was one of the necessities of life; in the saying "firewood, rice, oil, and salt," firewood even ranked before rice, oil, and salt.

Especially for those living in the city, firewood is a necessity for boiling water and cooking every day.

Seeing Chen Qing come out, Mr. Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "Young master, you're awake?"

Chen Qing rubbed his eyes, looked at the father and daughter, and said with a smile, "What are you doing, sir?"

"I came over this morning, intending to teach you martial arts as usual, but I saw you were still sleeping, so I didn't disturb you."

"Xiao Huan and I saw that you, young master, had run out of firewood, so we bought a whole cartload of it outside."

Mr. Yang said with a smile, "Autumn will arrive in another half month, and the weather will soon turn cool. It's always good to stock up on firewood."

Chen Qing put on his clothes and went to help carry the firewood. After the cart of firewood was unloaded, Chen Qing was also sweating a little. He and Mr. Yang sat down to rest under the pavilion.

Xiao Huan, being very sensible, went to pour water for the two of them.

Under the pavilion, Mr. Yang looked at Chen Qing and said, "I heard from the neighbors that a very important person came to your place yesterday."

"The county magistrate accompanied him."

Chen Qing hummed in agreement, shook his head, and sighed, "In Yingtian, they're spreading the books I copied now. I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."

“The young master’s writing is outstanding, so naturally the farther it is spread, the better.”

Mr. Yang said with a smile, "When you become famous throughout the world, you will be the founder of this school of storytelling."

Chen Qing was still thinking about what the chubby boy had said yesterday, so he just gave a few casual replies and his thoughts drifted away.

"Young master, I have almost finished telling the story of the West Chamber. Seeing that martial arts novels are so popular, I plan to start telling martial arts novels next."

Mr. Yang looked at Chen Qing and said with a smile, "I think that you could write some folk tales about religious sects and combine them with martial arts. That might make them even more popular."

Upon hearing this, Chen Qing suddenly looked up at Mr. Yang.

He glanced at Mr. Yang, then at Yang Xiaohuan who was bringing over the water.

His expression immediately became somewhat off.

(End of this chapter)