Dragon's Origin

Chapter 280: Brand Ambassador (Part 2)

The next afternoon, Wang Sheng and Mei'er leisurely strolled over to the house across the street. Since it was just across the street, there was no need for any guards or anything like that; it was very simple. To put it bluntly, it was just a casual visit, nothing special.

The doorman of the house across the street watched them approach and eagerly helped open the door to welcome them in. After passing through the entrance hall, they saw Steward Zhou.

"I'll trouble Steward Zhou to take Mei'er to the Madam first," Wang Sheng said, cupping his hands towards Steward Zhou. "Mei'er wants to discuss some business cooperation with the Madam." As he spoke, Wang Sheng gave Steward Zhou a subtle wink.

Old Monster Zhou was a shrewd and capable expert. He had been vigilant ever since Wang Sheng entered, and upon seeing Wang Sheng's wink, he nodded imperceptibly. He then welcomed Wang Sheng into the main hall, served him tea, and had him sit down before taking Mei'er straight to the back garden. It was more convenient for the womenfolk to go to the back, while Wang Sheng would naturally wait outside.

Before long, the Emperor's familiar hearty laughter came from the back, and then Wang Sheng saw the Emperor's familiar square face.

Steward Zhou was like a silent shadow, following not far behind the Emperor, always able to see Wang Sheng's movements and ready to strike at any moment.

"Why do you have to come all the way here to say something? Wouldn't sending a message suffice?" The Emperor had now learned to treat himself as a virtual merchant when he was with Wang Sheng. This made it easier for both of them to get along, and Wang Sheng would tell him some truths. If he treated himself as the Emperor, Wang Sheng would definitely ignore him.

As they spoke naturally, servants had already brought over wine and dishes. Wang Sheng and the Emperor always drank when they chatted.

Once the food and wine were set out, the servants retreated, and the Emperor invited Wang Sheng to sit at the table. Before he could even offer the invitation, Wang Sheng waved towards Steward Zhou.

"Steward Zhou, come and sit with us. It's easier to chat with three people," Wang Sheng said to Steward Zhou.

Steward Zhou was responsible for protecting the Emperor, and he had to be on guard against Wang Sheng at all times. Being so far away was slightly inconvenient, but Wang Sheng's initiative to invite him closer allowed him to protect the Emperor more closely, which was exactly what the Emperor and Steward Zhou wanted. Neither of them objected.

Facing the Emperor, Steward Zhou seemed to be very good at understanding the Emperor's thoughts. Now that he was sitting with Wang Sheng and the Emperor, he was relaxed and not at all like a servile lackey. He ate and drank as he pleased, and he didn't forget to take care of the two of them, which Wang Sheng admired.

As the conversation grew lively, Wang Sheng took the initiative to reveal his purpose. With a wave of his hand, a sheathed long sword appeared in his hand.

Steward Zhou's eyes instantly sharpened, and the chopsticks he was holding immediately and discreetly pointed at Wang Sheng. As soon as Wang Sheng had any intention of attacking, Steward Zhou would definitely strike immediately, risking his old life to kill Wang Sheng.

However, Steward Zhou's tense actions were in vain, and none of the dangers he had imagined occurred. Wang Sheng directly handed the sword to Steward Zhou.

"Old Zhou, you're an expert. See what you think of this sword," Wang Sheng gave the Emperor a reassuring look, telling him to be calm and not impatient, and let Steward Zhou examine it first.

Steward Zhou took the sword and breathed a slight sigh of relief. After calming himself down a bit, he began to examine the sword carefully. After one look, Steward Zhou gasped.

The sword hadn't even been drawn, but just looking at the scabbard, he felt the luxurious style and the bright yellow color that only the Emperor could use. Seeing the incredibly detailed metal painting on it, he almost dropped the sword in shock.

As one of the most trusted old monsters of the royal family, Steward Zhou, in addition to his unfathomable cultivation and absolute loyalty to the royal family, had another advantage: he was long-lived, discerning, and, more importantly, had a good memory. No one who could thrive in the palace was simple.

As soon as he saw the picture on the scabbard, Steward Zhou had already made a decision. No one but the Emperor would dare to use this sword openly. This was a taboo, but also an honor. It could be said that anyone who used it other than the Emperor would die, even he and Old Monster Li were no exception.

The scabbard was already so magnificent, and the hilt was also in the same artistic style. When he drew the long sword and felt it in his hand, Steward Zhou, with his profound cultivation, immediately realized that this was a rare and unparalleled sword.

The feel, the material, the craftsmanship, it could be said that everything was perfect. An expert was an expert; as soon as he held a weapon, he knew whether it was handy or not. This sword, except for the hilt, which needed to be slightly adjusted to fit the individual's hand, was perfect in every other aspect.

If Steward Zhou were to use such a sword, it would definitely be like adding wings to a tiger. Although Old Monster Li and Steward Zhou were currently evenly matched in cultivation, whoever had this sword would have the upper hand, without a doubt.

However, this sword was a bit too extravagant. Not only was the scabbard so noble and elegant, but the sword itself elevated this style to the extreme. Holding it in his hand, even though he knew it was supposed to be a weapon for killing, he couldn't bear to use it to strike anything; that would simply be a crime against this sword.

After examining it, Steward Zhou held the long sword with both hands and presented it to the Emperor, and began to explain the perfection of this sword to the Emperor.

Wang Sheng listened from the side. Steward Zhou had said almost all of the advantages of the sword that Wang Sheng wanted to express, and even the materials, which Wang Sheng was not very clear about, were explained in great detail.

What made Wang Sheng even more unbelievable was that Steward Zhou even pointed out the picture of the Myriad Miles of Rivers and Mountains on the scabbard, and even pointed out which mountains and which strokes were painted by the founding emperor of the dynasty. This was even more convincing than Wang Sheng saying it himself.

The Thousand Miles of Battlefield, the Myriad Miles of Rivers and Mountains, these two pictures, plus the bright yellow color, such a gorgeous style, and the perfect craftsmanship, such a sword made the Emperor's breathing quicken as he listened, looked, and touched it.

"This sword actually has a story," Wang Sheng interjected at the right time. When the Emperor and Steward Zhou's attention returned to Wang Sheng, Wang Sheng began to tell the winding story of Grandmaster Wu's advancement.

"No wonder this servant always felt that there was something not quite right with this sword. So that's why," Steward Zhou finally understood what he hadn't been able to figure out, which was that it was too perfect. Understanding this, Steward Zhou couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After listening, the Emperor's eyes were completely drawn to the sword in his hand. Such a perfect sword, who else but himself would be qualified to use it?

Looking at the Emperor's burning gaze, Wang Sheng laughed inwardly. The Qian Sheng Yuan brand ambassador, the Emperor was set.