The Emperor of the Three Realms

chapter 6

The Duke of Jiang's household was in trouble in the face of such brutal competition.    

Only half a year left until the Hidden Dragon Trials, and Jiang Chen's previous appearance could only be concluded with a single word, “catac”. There were many exams to be completed before the trial, but many had yet to begin.    

Even without the incident at the Heavenly Worship Rite, Jiang Chen only had a thirty to forty percent chance of passing the examination. He was one of the main contenders for the demotion of the family.    

However, Jiang Chen was now not discouraged at all. In fact, he was a bit excited.    

“The strong are in power. It seems that this rule of survival applies from those in higher positions to the general public under without exception. I could not practice in my past life and therefore had no chance to experience this, but now that I am living the noblest years of my life, I must not miss this!”    

In his past life, he held a noble position as the son of the Celestial Emperor. No one dared to offend him. However, his yin constitution prevented him from practicing. It was even impossible to consider concealing his identity and engaging others in combat disguise.    

In this life, he was finally able to train to his fullest and enjoy the glory of ascending to the peak of martial arts. This was the stage he enjoyed!    

“Because I have promised Eastern Lu that I will enter the palace in three days to diagnose the princess, I will have to make good use of these three days, not to mention my current identity as one of the Hidden Dragon Trials candidates. There are still six months until the final exam. As the heir to the rank of a duke Jiang Han, although the duke's position doesn't mean much, I should at least get the face of my 'cute' old father, right? I can't let my father lose something like the rank of a duke.”    

As he organized his thoughts, Jiang Chen realized that time was paramount.    

Someone had to give it to them, the people who carried out the caning must have known their belongings. Forget about Jiang Chen's past, even a practitioner who was twice as strong would have difficulty surviving the ordeal.    

His misfortune was luck and Jiang Chen's new body, but this body was injured quite badly. If he could not cope with his injuries, forget about entering the palace in three days to heal the princess, he would even miss the small exam of the Trials at the end of the month.    

The Hidden Dragon Trial held a small test every month and all scores were cumulative. A lot of homework will be lost if someone misses the exam in a month.    

Jiang Chen previously already owed a lot of homework. If this continued, he would probably fail the Examination before the final exam.    

This was what Jiang Chen did not want to happen.    

In his past life, as the son of the Celestial Emperor, he had spent millions of years researching and refining the dao of alchemy. Although he was completely worthless for martial cultivation, he was a renowned alchemist in the alchemy world. Many alchemists were asking for his teachings in the dao of alchemy. If this was his past life, any random pill would allow him to fully recover and be full of vitality.    

But it was his past life, there was no way this life could be comparable to that.    

It was fortunate that Jiang Chen had been in charge of the Tianlang Library for millions of years and read many scrolls and books. His knowledge knew no bounds, from common sense to the ways of the gods themselves.    

Handling injuries like this is a small thing.    

After the night break, Jiang Chen thought for a moment the next morning, took out his brush and ink, and wrote a list.    

“Jiangzheng!” He shouted towards the door.    

Duke Jiang Hang had appointed Jiang Zheng to be Jiang Chen's personal servant, who was in charge of taking care of Jiang Chen's daily life and fulfilling his daily needs. Jiang Zheng had received a whip sentence for the incident at the Autumn Stork.    

He's been agitated all night. They said that a servant would rather die than see his master humiliated, so after all, Jiang Zheng should have died for neglecting his duty.    

But he couldn't accept that reality. He was already diligent enough to serve this young master, but the young duke was truly unwilling to be fit.    

The servants and butlers of the rank of another duke lived a good life while serving their master, eating and drinking only the best and being entertained wherever they went. But Jiang Zheng's master was a strange person, alternating between spending time one day and throwing out crazy ideas the next.    

Moreover, this young master had always told Jiang Zheng to take the blame if anything went wrong.    

Hence, he had extinguished the fire fairly and received a lot of blame in the days he had served Jiang Chen. Jiang Zheng not only felt a lack of status improvement with the position given to him, but he also felt that he was working to the death.    

Say, for example, money. This young master spent money as easily as breathing. If a friend were to run into a difficult situation today, he would fix it with money. If any other brother were to cause trouble tomorrow, he would solve it again with money.    

Although Duke Jiang Han was generous with his money, he was unable to keep up with the young master's spending rate. It was only the middle of the month, but the full month allowance had run out!    

Therefore, Jiang Zheng now only wanted to be left alone and count his blessings if things were peaceful and calm. His head started to hurt as soon as he heard Jiang Chen's voice.    

But he could not refuse his master's call.    

“Young Duke, your servant is incompetent and does not take care of you. Please punish your servant with weight. Even if you withdraw your servant's work, your servant will not inhale a single bad world.” Jiang Zheng immediately fell to the floor while bowing as soon as he entered.    

The phrase “inability” and “please the law as heavy” are just empty words. The Duke of Jiang Han did not continue the matter any further, which meant Jiang Zheng had managed to give up all responsibility.    

Although this young duke was useless and had no desire to advance in life, he had no bad habit of being ruthless towards his subordinates.    

If it had been Jiang Chen before, it was likely that he would not have understood the true meaning behind Jiang Zheng's words. Yet Jiang Chen had currently experienced millions of years, had a good understanding of many things, and was well versed in social dynamics.    

The meaning of a song can be seen from its melody. It could be said that the caretaker Jiang Zheng had suffered too much at Jiang Chen's hands before, and wanted to throw it all away and stop.    

Jiang Chen did not reveal the steward's intentions and chuckled, “Jiang Zheng ah, my father intended to award you wealth and honor when he pointed at you for me. Unfortunately, you have not enjoyed wealth and honor all along and have worked hard endlessly to clean my house and put out the fire. I've recorded your faithful service.”    

“Jiang Zheng, this month's allowance is up, right?” Jiang Chen did not wait for Jiang Zheng's reply and asked with a smile, at the same time there did not seem to be a smile.    

“Eh... um..” Jiang Zheng never enjoyed such a thoughtful conversation and did not know how to respond to it. He almost wanted to smack his chest and promised, don't worry about this young duke! I, Jiang Zheng, will find a way.    

But a thought popped into his mind, wait a minute! If I make this promise, where can I get the money to fill this hole? Young Duke's mouth is as sweet as sugar today, is this a new joke he's done to me?    

Jiang Zheng's guard appeared in a split second and his alertness increased tenfold.    

Jiang Chen laughed out loud as he saw Jiang Zheng hesitating with lingering fear, “Jiang Zheng, this is the situation. I have a list here with some medicinal ingredients in it. Get a dose for me from the Hall of Healing according to the amount listed.”    

Jiang Zheng foolishly accepted the list but did not make a move. He's got his list all right, but what about the money? The materials in the Hall of Healing are not free right now, are they?    

It's not like your family owns the Hall of Healing.    

“Jiang Zheng, let's just say we're not masters and servants, but just two friends chatting casually. As a steward, in your opinion, at what level of experience and achievement can you be an ideal steward? Or how, what makes someone the best waitress for you?”    

Best manager?    

Forget about being the best, Jiang Zheng wanted to cry. Out of all the servants of the 108 dukes, Jiang Zheng would have been very happy if he had not been at the last rank.    

“Why his face is long, tell me what you think,” Jiang Chen cheers up.    

Jiang Zheng stopped, gulped and gathered his courage. “Do you really want me to say it?”    

"Speaking. You will be rewarded if you speak well!”    

Having been given too many bouncing checks before, Jiang Zheng did not dare to think of any reward. Jiang Chen actually distributed gifts quite often, but more often than not did something like awarding you a thousand silver in one second, but borrowing two thousand silver in the next second.    

But the mention of the best, most admired and most ideal manager caused Jiang Zheng's mind to race.    

To be honest, even though noble and powerful followers were not those who were noble or powerful, they still had their dreams and career ideals.    

Some have even written it down to be a witty pantun…    

Jiang Zheng gained courage out of nowhere after seeing Jiang Chen's serious expression and said, “Young duke, some pantuns are quite popular in the capital. They describe people who have jobs like mine.”    

"Oh? Tell me about it." Jiang Chen became curious.    

“Limerick it reads – Delicious food from land and sea, wearing nice clothes and riding a well-maintained horse, a manor house and the surrounding land, a house filled with gold and silver.    

Talking with the powerful, befriending the noble, wives coexist in harmony, cherishing sons and grandsons.    

The regulars at the Autumn Stork, financier in the Returning Spring Garden, correspond **** with the duke and prince, drinking at the same table with esteemed officials.”    

Jiang Chen clapped his hands while laughing out loud as Jiang Zheng recited four stanzas at once. “Not bad, not bad. Pretty interesting. Back Spring Garden, it must be the land of temptation?”    

Jiang Zheng laughed along with his master, but he secretly felt disgusted. It's not that you've never been to those places, why are you being so innocent!    

“Jiang Zheng, I've been observing you for some time and am confident in your abilities. Now, if you can complete this mission, and it doesn't take long, I'll realize the dream of wealth and honor that you've had all along. At that time, you will definitely feel that you are the most successful and most successful administrator!”    

"Mission? What mission?” Jiang Zheng started. His first thought was that he had to be vigilant because this young master was hiding something again.    

“Wah, the list is in your hands of course. Take care, this is a treasure that money cannot buy. Take it to the Healing Hall and ask to speak to the person in charge.”    

“What do I want from the person in charge? I can ask anyone in the Hall to get these materials for me. The person in charge of the Healing Hall was an arrogant and rigid type of person. It is not easy to meet him.” Jiang Zheng growled in a muffled low voice.    

“Heh heh, just do what I say. If the person in charge doesn't want to see you, just tell him that they will regret it later. Even if they cling to your feet and beg you in the future, they will only feel the bitterness of regret.”    

Jiang Zheng almost wanted to feel the young duke's forehead. Did the young duke catch fire with a fever of stupidity because of his whip? Is he sleeping talking?    

Jiang Zheng was well aware of how high the minimum requirements were and how arrogant the people in the Healing Hall were. He was reminded every time he went looking for a cure for his master. The people there did not have time to waste time in the empty chat.    

“Jiang Zheng, you must have cursed my name in your heart, thinking I was talking nonsense. You must have thought I sent you for stupid purposes by telling you to take the medicinal ingredients without giving you the silver to do so. Let me tell you something, the list you are holding is not an ordinary list. This was a pill recipe that had been lost since ancient times. Even ten million silver won't be enough to buy this recipe at the auction house.”    

“Recipes pills?” Jiang Zheng's face turned into a smile that was uglier than crying. “Young Duke, please do not laugh at the deeds of your humble servant. Since when does our Jiang family have ancient pill medicine? Do you feel that your humble servant has not reached the limit of his emotional capacity and want him to know what it feels like to be cornered?”    

Jiang Zheng laughed until his eyes were red. She really wanted to cry.