I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 148 - 146 Moonlit Night Talk - Part One

Chapter 148: Chapter 146 Moonlit Night Talk - Part One

Zhao Ling was, of course, joking.

If all those presidents died in Yin Country, a global war would not be far off.

"We can settle for the next best thing," Lu Qingyun stood up and bowed with his hands clasped towards Zhao Ling and the three Venerables.

"You work for the Foreign Affairs Bureau; according to the law, you don’t need to follow Yin etiquette," Zhao Ling waved her hand.

"Thank Your Majesty," said Lu Qingyun.

"When you mention settling for the next best thing, what do you mean? Do you have any brilliant suggestions?" Zhao Ling asked.

"This is what I am thinking. Instead of being fixated on how to make him agree to join Yin Country, we should first figure out how to keep his people within our borders. As for who he joins, it does not really matter," said Lu Qingyun.

As he said this, several top leaders began to whisper to each other, nodding in agreement. Venerable Xu and Venerable Gu also smiled. Zhao Ling slightly nodded, considering this idea feasible.

"As long as the people are still in our country, we have room for further maneuvers, and negotiations can be more flexible," Lu Qingyun continued.

Zhao Ling smiled, "It’s a fresh perspective. He has the ability to teleport, but he hasn’t left Yin Country without a trace. Presumably, he must be very satisfied with our place."

"He never went to school, did he? Here’s what I suggest: if he is willing, we can arrange a tutor for him. After he has received education from Dayin, he’ll likely feel a stronger sense of belonging," Venerable Gu nodded as he spoke.

"We should first arrange a tutor to teach him the common courtesies of Dayin. There is still plenty of time, and we will take care of him in the future. He should also show some manners," Venerable Qin said softly.

Zhao Ling shook her head and said, "I don’t think Wei Tianyang would be too keen on nodding his head and bending over to anyone."

"Think of a way. In this vast world, nothing is more important than etiquette. Even though the Foreign Affairs Bureau does not have to follow Yin etiquette when dealing with foreigners, it still has to abide by Western courtesies, right? Handshakes and bows, aren’t they all learned from Dayin?" Venerable Qin spoke coldly.

"Let’s talk about this matters later," Zhao Ling was not in the mood to discuss this further.

Venerable Qin sighed and said, "The old ancestral rules, one by one, are all being forgotten. Foreign affairs, foreign affairs, one day Dayin might even turn into a foreign country."

"Let’s handle it as a special case; it is most important to keep the person here. As for the Western side, we’ll first see how they react. The Foreign Affairs Bureau comrades here will have to do some homework," Venerable Gu said cheerfully.

The head of the Foreign Affairs Bureau nodded quickly, "In regard to this negotiation, we have already sent out invitations... Presidents of the Western Alliance countries, the Council Director Helena Mina, and the Federation Governor Steijie of the Sethiyan Federation will arrive in Fengrao City the day after tomorrow, and we are preparing for their arrival."

"The upcoming week-long visit will be officially declared as centered on environmental and climate issues. But once Wei Tianyang’s allegiance is determined, those who failed to gain his allegiance will start maneuvering around the Wuliang City incident in Chicken Snake Country," Zhao Ling felt somewhat troubled.

"You have to be prepared to give up some things; some benefits have to be exchanged for others. Some costs can be borne, and it won’t hurt to bear them," Venerable Xu, who had been silent, spoke with a deep and meaningful tone.

Zhao Ling looked at him; he just nodded slightly.

"I understand... Mr. Xu," Zhao Ling murmured.

Night fell.

The cold wind was biting, and the fierce wind whipped Wei Tianyang’s hair wildly as he stood above the colorful, bustling city lights, with the vast expanse of stars overhead.

He was feeling a bit cold; it seemed that these magnificent robes were only suitable for movement within temperature-controlled cities. On the roof of Lingxiao Palace, they could not withstand the cold.

At this moment, Wei Tianyang was beside the Dragon Shedding at the very tip of Lingxiao Palace, carefully examining the remains of the Heavenly Falling Objects.

Heavenly Falling Objects were unusual items that fell from the sky. Over the past few days, he had watched many local programs in Yin Country like "Exploring Science" and "Tales of the World," where the hosts and various experts made many scientific guesses about the origins of the Heavenly Falling Objects.

Currently, the most convincing hypothesis in Yin Country was "mythology descending into reality." After all, Yin Country truly had dragons that would regularly shed their skin atop Lingxiao Palace. Many had seen a green dragon weaving through the clouds as children, and others rumored that the Emperor had summoned it. That’s why it nested and shed on top of Lingxiao Palace.

Wei Tianyang, existing in two realities, still could not discern any clues from this Dragon Shedding; it was just a thick piece of shed skin.

Are there truly living dragons in this world?

Or is it to say, this Heavenly Falling Object... is it alive?

Wei Tianyang couldn’t guess, and when he drew near to the Dragon Shedding, it wasn’t like a moth that would automatically absorb power. For a moment, he even suspected that this thing was a prop specially made by someone under the orders of the Emperor of Yin to solidify the Emperor’s status as the "True Dragon Son of Heaven."

Given the power of Yin Country, mobilizing a great effort to secure power by doing such things wasn’t considered excessive.

"Wei Tianyang, how come you’ve run up here?"

The voice of Zhao Ling came from above his head, giving Wei Tianyang a startle.

He looked up and saw Emperor Zhao Ling in a black slit evening gown, barefoot on the roof beam, back of hands behind her, looking down upon him from a superior position.

Under the moonlight, Zhao Ling’s long hair and the hem of her dress blew wildly in the strong wind. With light makeup applied, her eyes shadowed in rose hues, her lips slightly parted revealing pearly teeth, and the V-neck cut at her chest exposing a broad expanse of cleavage, the wind swept her skirt revealing her strong, shapely legs that were strikingly cool to the eye.

Had the rooftop wind not been so frigid, Wei Tianyang would have already detected the faint scent of her perfume.

"Aren’t you also up here?" Wei Tianyang retorted.

Zhao Ling smiled, leaped gracefully, and landed beside Wei Tianyang. He could tell this woman was no ordinary person. Daring to frolic so carelessly at such heights and dressed so thinly, both her physical condition and her courage were equally astounding.

"This is my house, I can go wherever I want," Zhao Ling said with a smile.

As she spoke, she turned to look at the Dragon Shedding curled at the edge of the roof, incidentally exposing her bare back to him.

Wei Tianyang caught a glimpse of the sudden exposure of her backless gown, but what caught his eye wasn’t Zhao Ling’s toned and graceful back. It was the azure dragon tattoo that spanned her entire broad back and the injection ports he was all too familiar with.

In truth, at the Lingxiao Palace meeting room, Wei Tianyang had already known that Zhao Ling too had taken Black Medicine, after all, her pupils would glow.

He couldn’t help but speculate, could Zhao Ling’s Black Medicine have come from this rooftop Dragon?

"Why would the Emperor of Yin also inject herself with Black Medicine?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"I’ve told you, haven’t I?" Zhao Ling turned her head, saying.

"We haven’t talked about this before," Wei Tianyang shook his head.

"Power is the reason for becoming a king... do you remember?" Zhao Ling smiled and said.

As she spoke, she leaned toward Wei Tianyang, the wind caught in her chest, slightly opening her gown. Her ample bosom, proud and white as snow, with delicate veins faintly visible, was tantalizing.

Yet, Wei Tianyang still took a few steps back.

Seeing his reaction, Zhao Ling snickered twice and with a sigh, sat at the eaves, her long legs dangling over the thousand-meter high space, the soles of her feet facing the beings below the city.

"Let’s have a heart-to-heart chat, Wei Tianyang. You’re not afraid of heights, are you?" She tapped the space beside her.

Wei Tianyang also sat down, saying, "As long as I don’t look down and don’t think about falling, I’ll be fine."

"Hm, hm... talking to you actually feels easy. You are that naive child that says whatever is on your mind, not like those noble youngsters with too much craft for their own good, rolling each word around in their mouth several times before speaking, and even then, there’s a hidden meaning in their words," Zhao Ling said.

"According to Yin Country’s six social classes, you used to be from a noble family too, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have become Emperor. You must have spoken like that when you were younger, right?" Wei Tianyang said.

"Me? I’m just like you, saying whatever comes to mind. I’ve caught no shortage of scoldings from daddy since I was little..." Zhao Ling said.

"Daddy..." As she spoke, she turned her gaze toward the city below, where the flickering neon and streetlights formed a rugged sea of darkness. The city, layer upon layer downward, became progressively dimmer with each descending level.

Wei Tianyang watched her and recalling his father for a brief moment, Zhao Ling no longer carried the aura of an Emperor; instead, she rarely showed a vulnerable and emotional side.

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