[COMPLETE] Transmigrated Author: The Quiet Plum

Chapter 19: Visitor

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When the world was deep in its peaceful slumber, a certain young master was staring at the ceiling while lying on his bed.

This day was unbelievable.

Meeting the Emperor and the Empress in a single swoop was a surprising feat for someone like him.

'My family will soon be honored.' He raised his palm in the middle of the darkness while remembering those words. For several generations, that was what his Mao family had been searching for.

Honor.

Merchants could maintain their luxurious ways but they were indirectly viewed as the lowest class in society. Although the scholars had acknowledged that classes were mere labels, the traditional people of Han wouldn't let go of this practice just because.

Families like the Mao could wear silk and live in big estates but wouldn't be acknowledged by high society.

Their children were educated like the noble young masters and misses yet they were still reduced to mere lackeys for those true aristocrats.

However, with those few words from the phoenix, Mao Zhu would bring honor to his family.

No one could see the mocking smile on his lips and the hint of helplessness at the corners of his eyes.

His Mao clan was at the helm of the biggest merchant guild in Great Han. But the previous Emperor ignored this and didn't see them as a threat.

Now, he could see the difference between the late dragon and the current one. The person currently sitting on the throne had a deeper mind than the former.

Woosh! Snap!

A gust of wind blew and shut his windows close. Silence ensued in the whole room.

Mao Zhu's eyes narrowed as he rose from his bed. He didn't say a word and let the intruder show himself.

"The Mao third young master is on par with my Master's expectations." A muffled voice commented in the shadows.

"Daren should've visited during the day if he wants to see this one's abilities. That way your master will be more entertained."

The daggers in Mao Zhu's statement were obvious to the other side. Sneaking at night was done by thieves after all.

The man ignored this and remained rooted to his spot.

"Lieutenant doesn't need to worry. This servant is here just to send a message."

"Speak."

Mao Zhu saw the person cup his fist.

"The sword of the Mao has long been deserted in the shelves. The Lord of the land desires to wield this weapon to protect the people of this nation. Mao san shaoye, are you willing to be this nation's blade?"

The third young master became speechless but the shadow guard was patient.

By the time it took for an incense to burn, there was a reply. "It's quite surprising to hear this isn't an imperial decree."

"My lord isn't a tyrant."

Despite hearing this, Mao Zhu thought of the mother of the nation kowtowing to him. He felt that this too was her idea.

He smiled, his teeth quietly gleaming in the dim room.

"It's true that his Majesty isn't a tyrant. But I fear that once I refuse, tomorrow, my Mao family will be arrested for having a private army and revolting against the throne."