The Emperor of the Three Realms

chapter 2

Jiang Chen finally figured out who, why, when, where, and how the entire situation was after carefully compiling the facts. He also knew why Jiang Chen had previously died.    

"All right! It seemed like this past Jiang Chen had died an unlucky death. Death by fart? This Eastern Kingdom King was quite a character. The Rite of Heavenly Worship? Hehe. I, the proud son of the Celestial Emperor, have encountered many rituals of my time, yet I have never heard of obtaining the blessings of heaven through fresh baths, new clothes, and a few sticks of incense. At least there is order under the sky. Those who are kind are rewarded, and those who are not kind are punished. Ah, forget it. I have been given this opportunity thanks to the tyrant who killed Jiang Chen.    

Jiang Chen sighed as he lay in the coffin, feeling many feelings. While he was angry on behalf of Jiang Chen in the past, he secretly felt happy that he himself had reincarnated.    

Except, he also clearly heard the conversation of the two. One of them was Jiang Chen's father in the past, or rather, his current father.    

Seeing this life father fly in astonishing fury, ready to erupt in a massive rebellion at any moment, warmed Jiang Chen's heart. This gave her the feeling of deja vu witnessing fatherly love and affection like this.    

“Who would have thought I would be so lucky to have a father who has always been supportive both in my past and present life. Although this duke of Jiang Han was a pillar of the kingdom, he was willing to rebel in favor of his unjustly murdered son. He is a brave and honest man.”    

Perhaps it was because of the blood relationship between this body and Jiang Feng. Whatever it was, Jiang Chen felt extremely warm towards Jiang Feng as a father at first glance.    

At least he's not a shy and loyal person.    

And of course Jiang Chen would not let the situation get out of control and develop towards rebellion.    

Although rebelling against a ruler for a noble cause can be very satisfying, it is a quick way to die when one considers the big picture. Not to mention Jiang Feng was not in his hometown at the moment.    

And even if he succeeded, even if he deployed a million troops, it was futile to think of a duke capable of defeating an entire kingdom.    

Jiang Chen was the son of the Celestial Emperor in his past life and was well educated. He understands well the meaning of “those who have noble morals need not rush revenge”, and it would definitely prevent the father from his current life from doing such a brainless act.    

It was true that he was the son of the Celestial Emperor in his past life.    

But in this life, the identity of his past life was just hot air!    

If his father Jiang Feng rebelled and the royal family reacted so, how could anyone escape unscathed? Jiang Chen finally took control of the new body when he reincarnated, he did not want to make a sound after he woke up.    

Therefore, when he saw his father ready to leave a trail of blood at that very instant, Jiang Chen could not resist the urge to give “eurgh” in peace. It was a voice that immediately froze Jiang Feng where he stood.    

Jiang Feng became extremely frightened as he stared unblinkingly at Jiang Chen's body lying in a coffin. The fierce anger in his eyes turned into a strong fatherly love in the blink of an eye.    

A father's love was like a mountain, and Jiang Feng almost threw himself into a flying leap like a tiger as he rushed to grab Jiang Chen's hand. “Chener, you... you are not dead?”    

Although his face was the face of a stranger, this fatherly love was so similar to the one he had experienced in his past life that Jiang Chen was already no stranger to him.    

“Dad, I've dragged you down with me.”    

At that moment, Jiang Feng was fully immersed in the excitement of regaining his lost son. Who cares about the flood of great changes that happened after his son?    

"Omong empty! You are my son, the son of Jiang Feng, how could you drag me down? Everything is so beautiful because you are not dead yet, Chen'er! Then what if you fart? The Eastern Lu princess was suffering from an incurable disease, as if holding a ceremony could cure her? If worshipping heaven can cure all deadly diseases, then what good is a doctor?”    

“And the life of his precious daughter is important, but is not the life of my son equally important? Just because he held a ceremony to beg for mercy from heaven meant that my son had to be whipped to death for an accidental fart?”    

Jiang Feng did not bother to hide the bitter flames of anger in his stomach from his son. He even dared to call the king of the Eastern Kingdom by his name.    

It seemed that this duke of Jiang Han was really angry. Jiang Chen was sure if he really died, Jiang Feng would definitely rebel.    

This was a man who was willing to make a hole in the sky for the sake of his son.    

“Having a father like this is not a bad thing.” Jiang Chen's positive impression of this father was increasing.    

“Do not be afraid, Chen'er. Now that you wake up, you will never suffer again as long as I am still breathing in my body. I'll contact the nobles who are friends with us and petition Eastern Lu to forgive the random and unreasonable crimes charged to you.”    

The defilement of the sacred altar, the destruction of the sacred temple, the blasphemy of the gods, the destroyer of the Heavenly Rite of Worship!    

If these crimes were not resolved, they would pose endless problems for Jiang Chen, even if he returned from the dead.    

At the same time, Jiang Chen knew that he could not possibly face evil if he wanted to stay in this Eastern Kingdom in the future.    

“Dad, don't rush to clear my name. The Eastern family was furious at this moment. We can visit him after a few days when his anger has subsided. I've been flogged once, surely he won't forget his dignity as king and whip me again?” Jiang Chen had many ways to deal with the situation at hand. He was in no hurry as he needed time to get used to this new identity and feel at home in this new body.    

Jiang Feng was about to respond when some sounds rang out in his ears. “Chen'er, lie down, someone is coming,” he said slowly.    

Jiang Chen did so resignedly because his awakening from death was too sudden. It would be very shocking news if anyone saw it. His father asked him to remain undercover for now.    

“Brother Chen, you died in vain!” His footsteps were indeed far away, but this wailing cry had quite a piercing quality.    

The sound of rolling footsteps accompanied this sad howl.    

Yeah, rolling.    

People who come – well, it would be more appropriate to call that person meatballs. The fleshy figure was about the same width in all directions, and his body revealed a perfect curves, forming a fleshy meatball.    

The meatball never felt ashamed of his body, but instead was proud of it. He once stated that out of the 108 nobles, he was neither the bravest and loyal nor the most intellectual and strategic, but no one could rob him of his number one ranking in terms of weight.    

It was an achievement for one to have a unique body, but his father had taken it one step further and gave him a very feminine name – Xuan Xuan.    

Two young men, about the same age, followed behind the meatball. Both of them showed expressions of tragic sadness; it seemed obvious that they had come to pay their respects to Jiang Chen.    

The meatball was in front and stepped quickly to the side of the coffin. With his body firmly embedded, no one else could get close and could only float in the background.    

The meatball wiped the tears with one hand and constantly picked things up with the other, throwing them into a brazier that had already burned the banknotes as he did so.    

“Brother Chen, this is your favorite illustration version of Worldly Prayer. I was selfish before and refused to lend it to you. Now that you're gone and I've lost a fellow hobbyist, what's the point of this for me? I'm burning this for you so you can read it below if you're bored. Remember, don't be selfish like me. Sharing is caring."    

“Dan, this is ten thousand silver banknotes. You're the one who solved the problem with ten thousand silvers the last time I gave in to my insistence and accidentally got the girl pregnant. My father would instantly beat me to death if he found out, but I never even got a chance to return this money to you    

The meatball cried with tears and snot as he grew heartbroken as he cried. He lay on the floor, pounding the floor with great sadness after burning the items.    

Jiang Chen lay comfortably in the coffin and did not make a sound. He also wanted to use this opportunity to observe his friends.    

Fatty Xuan Xuan was undoubtedly the most loyal and most loyal supporter among all of them.    

“Ah, brother Chen, I'm fine. However, that old Eastern Lu whipped you to death. I hereby swear that if I, the fat one, inherit the rank of a Jinshan duke belonging to my parents, I will never send a single soldier or horse to fight for the Eastern family's cause for the rest of my life!    

At this moment the fatty turned around to stare at the people behind him, sneering at them, “You, are you good friends with brother Chen? Do you view brother Chen as a brother? Come swear in front of his memorial if you do!”    

The young man who looked stout and reliable replied, “Fat, do you think you are the only one who is loyal? That I, the heir to the rank of a Hubing duke, am inferior to you?”    

With that, the young man also rushed to the altar and swore, “Brother Chen, I, Hubing Yue, swear that if I inherit the rank of a Hubing duke in the future, I will never send an army or a horse to fight for the kingdom. Eastern family destination for the rest of my life!”    

Seeing the two had sworn solemnly, it left the remaining well-dressed youth in confusion.    

“Yang Zong, is Brother Chen your brother or not?” The meatballs started to get angry when he saw the fancy-clothed young man hesitating.    

“Did you forget that it was brother Chen who defended you when you were bullied by Yan Yiming, the heir to the rank of a duke of Yanmen, after arriving in the capital?”    

“And when you failed to complete your mission to cultivate spirit level medicinal ingredients, it was brother Chen who used his extra portion to fill the void for you. Did you know that because he gave a portion of his portion to you, his good value was changed to average?” The fat man's anger grew as he spoke, until he was ready to get up, grabbed the fancy-clothed young man's collar and hit him.    

Memories began to appear on Jiang Chen as the fat Xuan spoke. He was able to gradually reconcile the people before him with the ones he had in his memory.    

As the fat Xuan began to grumble, quick footsteps rang out as the butler of the Jiang family came to the door. “Mr Jiang, His Majesty the King has arrived with other nobles to pay his respects to the young lord.”    

“Have respect?” Fatty Xuan was furious. “Did he shed crocodile tears? Did he think burning a few sticks of incense would mask the fact that he beat someone to death?”    

Fatty Xuan was able to be brash. After all, Jiang Feng was a royal duke and could not engage in the same charade. Given that his son had not died, he was considering how to deal with the consequences.    

The life and position of his son should be protected in any way. This was the essence of Jiang Feng.    

Jiang Feng was well aware that as a king, Eastern Lu would not feel regret for killing the son of a noble. One must be cold-hearted in order to rule as king.    

What he meant by paying homage was undoubtedly a falsehood. An action that, on a deeper level, was to warn Jiang Feng and warn him against acting rashly.    

Clearly, Eastern Lu was not afraid of Jiang Feng hating him, or even rebelling. However, as the ruler of a kingdom, he did not want such a thing to happen.    

After all, who knows what other situations might occur if civil unrest began to occur. In fact, Jiang Feng had some connections in the Eastern Kingdom.