Chapter 1317: Mental Knot! (II)
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Records of the Human Emperor Chapter 1317: Mental Knot! (II)

Chapter 1317: Mental Knot! (II)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Wang Chong walked alone through the streets, buffeted by the night winds. He didn't know what he wanted to do or where he wanted to go, only that his mind felt much more at ease like this.

Arf! Arf!

The sound of barking dogs, men and women, and the crying of children could be heard in the darkness. Wang Chong silently proceeded forward, attracting no interest.

"Father, I'm sorry…"

Nearby, in a home by the street, a lantern was lit, and one could hear the conversation of a father and son through the window.

"I was the one who was wrong. I shouldn't have argued with you! I believed that the King of Foreign Lands was a great hero, that he was right. I didn't think that he was an ambitious bastard who was plotting rebellion!"

Buzz!

Wang Chong felt his heart shudder, and his hands clenched together as waves of pain traveled through his body.

"Ah! All of it is in the past. There exists no grudge between father and son that can last a night. It's fine as long as you understand! Not even I imagined that he would be like this, let alone you."

The snatches of conversation from the father and son caused Wang Chong's eyes to dim. He passed by the window and continued onward.

The night was bleak and cold, and Wang Chong felt rather chilly as he walked through the streets, which were so deserted that Wang Chong had not seen a single person since he had begun his walk.

"How impressive! The Confucian school has more than two thousand schools in Arabia now. The Caliph of Arabia is truly a trustworthy fellow. We had him all wrong."

"Aren't there several hundred thousand people in Arabia learning our Great Tang's language at this time? In the future, all the Hu around us might be able to speak the Tang language!"

"Exactly! The son of my neighbor went to Khorasan for business, and I heard that he made piles of money. That's the way of the world. If there's money to be made, who would be willing to fight a war? This is all the fault of that King

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