Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 385 Emperor of the Eastern Lands - Yagyu Yu

noon the next day.

Finally, the shadow of land appeared on the sea.

Liu Shengxue stood at the bow of the ship, watching the land getting closer and closer, her face expressionless.

But the fingers gripping the gunwale were slightly white, and the knuckles were protruding, as if they were about to crush the wood.

The sea breeze blew her long hair, obscuring half her face and making it impossible to see her eyes, but you could see that her lips were pursed into a line.

Liu Sheng Piaopiao stood beside her, her eyes filled with excitement. It had been more than two months since she left home.

Yao Yao leaned listlessly against the railing, muttering to herself:

"Finally, we're here! After being on the ship for so long, I was about to throw up."

Standing next to her, A-Yue whispered, "Me too, I feel like I'm floating."

Blue Phoenix leaned against the gunwale, stretched, yawned, and said lazily:

"Finally, I can stand on solid ground. These past few days of shaking have made my bones feel like they're going to fall apart."

Da Shuang and Xiao Shuang stood quietly behind Lin Chen, but their eyes were filled with anticipation.

They had never been to sea before, and these few days of experience would be something they would remember for a lifetime.

Lingbo stood at the stern, her back to everyone, gazing at the receding sea, lost in thought.

……

The ship slowly entered the port.

The first thing that catches everyone's eye is the row of people standing there to greet them.

At the very front was a middle-aged man wearing a black brocade robe embroidered with a nine-headed serpent.

Wearing a black gauze crown with a white feather inserted on it, it looked quite unique.

He had a thin face, with two neatly trimmed small mustaches, and small but bright eyes.

He was Emperor Tori – Yagyu Yu.

Behind Liu Shengxiong stood a row of officials dressed in traditional Dongli attire.

The robes were wide and the sleeves were of various colors, including red, purple, blue, and cyan. They were quite different from the official robes of the Dayan dynasty and looked a bit gaudy.

Behind them were two rows of warriors, dressed in black armor, with long swords at their waists, standing straight and looking straight ahead.

When Liu Shengxiong saw Liu Shengxue and Liu Sheng Piao Piao standing at the bow of the boat, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

In his view, being carried by Lin Chen must mean he was being greatly favored.

Liu Shengxiong's lips curled up slightly, but he quickly suppressed it and put on a proper smile.

The boat docked, the ramp was lowered, and Lin Chen was the first to disembark.

Today he was dressed in a moon-white long robe, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and a folding fan in his hand. He looked dashing and carefree, as if he were on vacation.

Yagyu Yu quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands in a deep bow, and lowered his posture considerably.

"Your Highness, your esteemed presence is an honor! I am deeply sorry for failing to greet you properly!"

Lin Chen reached out and helped him up, smiling:

"You're too kind. I was just giving Xue'er and the others a ride back for a visit. You don't need to make such a big fuss; I feel embarrassed."

Lin Chen said he was sorry, but there was no embarrassment on his face at all.

Liu Shengxiong straightened up, looked Lin Chen up and down, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

This young man is none other than the Zhenbei King, who can turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist in the Great Yan, no, in the entire Eastern Region.

Younger than he had imagined, and more...casual than he had imagined.

But the more casual a person is, the more terrifying they often are.

Liu Shengxue and Liu Sheng Piao Piao stepped off the boat.

Yagyu Yuki walked up to Yagyu Yuki with a blank expression, bowed slightly, and his movements were so precise that it seemed as if he had measured the angle:

"Father."

Liu Sheng Piaopiao followed behind, head down, her voice barely audible, calling out, "Father."

Looking at his two daughters, Liu Shengxiong smiled and nodded. He reached out to pat Liu Sheng Piaopiao's head, but withdrew his hand halfway through.

He cleared his throat, turned around, and introduced the people behind him, his movements as natural as if nothing had happened.

"Your Highness, this is Miyamoto Takeshi, the national swordsman of this small country, and this is Yagyu Jubei, the national sword saint."

Miyamoto Takeshi was an old man with completely white hair, as white as snow, and deep wrinkles on his face, like knife cuts, deep enough to trap a mosquito.

But his back was ramrod straight, like a drawn sword, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

He was wearing a gray kimono, with a long sword and a short sword hanging at his waist.

He stepped forward, bowed slightly to Lin Chen, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant, but even a little haughty.

Yagyu Jubei was a middle-aged man with a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. He looked quite upright and honest.

But her eyes were a little unfocused, and she didn't dare to look Lin Chen in the eye. When she looked at Lin Chen, her eyes would unconsciously look down, as if she was afraid of being seen through.

He stepped forward and bowed, bending much deeper than Miyamoto Takeshi, almost forty-five degrees, his posture very humble.

Lin Chen glanced at Miyamoto Takeshi—a Grandmaster at the peak.

He had only recently broken through, and his breathing was still unstable.

This old man is probably used to getting away with things in Dongli. He's never seen the world and doesn't know his own limitations.

Yagyu Jubei was a late-stage Amanto, the top fighter in Tōri, and far superior to Miyamoto Takeshi.

But he adopted an even more humble stance.

Why?

Because the higher one's cultivation level, the more one knows, and the more one can sense Lin Chen's power.

His divine sense, being at the late stage of the Celestial Realm, was enough for him to vaguely perceive the unfathomable power emanating from Lin Chen.

So he doesn't pretend, and he doesn't dare to pretend.

Lin Chen mentally rated the two of them, but remained outwardly calm, and smiled.

"I've heard so much about you both."

Miyamoto Takeshi raised his chin but didn't say anything.

Yagyu Jubei quickly said:

"Your Highness is too kind. I have long admired your reputation, and it is truly an honor to meet you today."

Lin Chen nodded, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and looking towards the back.

A person appeared silently from behind the crowd.

Dressed in all black, as black as ink, he stood in the shadows, blending into his own shadow.

It was Jing Ke, whom Lin Chen had sent to Dongli to oversee things.

Lin Chen glanced at Jing Ke and nodded slightly, so slightly that no one else would notice.

Jing Ke bowed slightly, then took a step back, disappearing into the shadows without a sound, as if he had never existed.

Even Miyamoto Takeshi and Yagyu Jubei didn't notice his presence.

Unaware of this, Yagyu Yu stepped aside to lead the way, his face beaming with smiles.

"Your Highness, please. I have prepared a banquet in the palace, featuring specialties from Dongli. I wonder if it suits Your Highness's taste?"

Lin Chen nodded, took a step forward, and waved his folding fan loudly.

Liu Shengxue and Liu Sheng Piaopiao followed behind, while Lan Fenghuang, Yao Yao, A Yue, Da Shuang, and Xiao Shuang followed behind them.

Lingbo walked at the very back, her white clothes fluttering, her face expressionless, like a transparent person.

Yan Da led three hundred Snow Dragon Riders in formation behind them, their silver armor, white robes, and white dragon steeds gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Their steps were synchronized, and their boots made a "pat, pat, pat" sound on the stone slabs, like the footsteps of a person.

Liu Shengxiong glanced at it, a hint of solemnity and envy flashing in his eyes.

……

The capital city in the east was called Shangjingcheng.

The houses on both sides are wooden structures with black tiles and white walls, looking quite elegant, somewhat like the water towns of Jiangnan in paintings.

Lanterns hung at the door of every household, red, white, yellow, and all sorts of colors.

There weren't many people on the street. When they saw the procession approaching, they quickly made way, lowering their heads and not daring to look.

Some people knelt down, some hid behind the door to peek, and some pulled the child into the house and closed the door.

Lin Chen walked and looked around, chatting casually with Liu Shengxiong, but his divine sense had already silently spread out.

His divine sense was like an invisible net, starting from the port and sweeping inch by inch across the entire capital city.

Upon seeing this, Lin Chen almost couldn't keep his smile.

Like.

so similar.

This country is so similar to the country in his memories from his previous life.

They were outwardly respectful, bowing and scraping, their backs bent lower than anyone else's.

But what lies deep down is utterly disgusting.

Lin Chen sneered inwardly, and his fondness for Liu Shengxue and Liu Sheng Piaopiao diminished considerably.

Liu Shengxiong continued to ramble on and on, introducing the topic:

"Your Highness, please look, this is the most bustling street in the capital, lined with time-honored shops that have stood for over a thousand years..."

Lin Chen nodded, responding with "uh-huh" sounds, leisurely waving his folding fan, a warm smile on his face.

"What a great place, what a great place."

Upon hearing this, Liu Shengxiong smiled even more broadly, thinking that Lin Chen was praising his country.

What he didn't know was that the "good place" Lin Chen mentioned was completely different from what he was thinking.