Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 491

**Chapter 491**

“Well, I called her, but…”

Wei Yanho waved his hand in the air.

“It’s not time for her to arrive yet. He’s not my guest.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Tang Cheongun looked towards the person who had just brought the news.

“Who is this guest interrupting our meeting? Someone important?”

“…That person said that if I handed over this plaque, the Patriarch would personally come out to receive him.”

“Plaque?”

Tang Cheongun nodded, and Tang Yongmin stepped forward to receive the plaque and hand it over.

“Hmm…”

Tang Cheongun’s eyebrows twitched involuntarily as he took the plaque.

“Certainly, it’s something I cannot ignore.”

Tang Cheongun rose from his seat.

“What is it?” Wei Yanho asked.

The one who answered was not Tang Cheongun, but Jangil.

“It’s the ‘Baekgeompae’ (White Sword Plaque).”

“White Sword Plaque?”

“It’s the plaque used by members of Baekgeom Fortress to verify their identity.”

Hearing Jangil’s words, Wei Yanho frowned.

“So someone from Baekgeom Fortress has come?”

“Yes.”

“I understand that someone from Baekgeom Fortress has come, but is it *that* important? *So* important that the Patriarch of the Tang Family receives him personally? An uninvited guest who comes without notice?”

“If it were a common uninvited guest, probably not. But that plaque… it’s a ‘Baekgeompae’ (White Plaque).”

“What’s a White Plaque?”

“The plaques of Baekgeom Fortress come in various types. The plaques of ordinary warriors and Law Protectors, for example, are different. Generally, the color of the plaque indicates their status. For someone to bring *that* plaque means that a personal representative of the Leader of Baekgeom Fortress has arrived. It’s not a plaque that just anyone can carry.”

“Eh? So someone of the level of the Fortress Leader or equivalent has come?”

“Correct.”

“Heeeh?”

Wei Yanho looked curiously at the plaque Tang Cheongun was holding.

“Is it expensive?”

“Hey, you damn bastard!” Jangil shouted, enraged.

“That’s a symbol of the noble status of Baekgeom Fortress! Are you thinking of stealing it to sell it?”

“Isn’t it made of platinum? If something like that is made of platinum, it must be worth a fortune, right?”

“It’s not made *of* platinum, it’s *called* ‘Baekgeompae’! White Plaque!”

“So it’s silver?”

“…I’m not sure exactly. But given the prestige of Baekgeom Fortress, I doubt it’s just silver.”

Jangil got carried away with the argument. The gazes of Jangil and Wei Yanho turned towards the plaque in Tang Cheongun’s hands. Those present also observed the plaque with curious eyes.

“What the hell is this…?”

Just when Tang Cheongun was about to shout, Wei Yanho spoke first.

“Can I bite it?”

“Huh? Hmm?”

“Gold dents if you bite it, right? Platinum too?”

“Probably not platinum…”

“Let’s try it.”

Wei Yanho looked at the plaque with bright eyes of curiosity. Everyone seemed intrigued, but Tang Cheongun couldn’t bring himself to hand the plaque over to Wei Yanho.

“Hey, brat! What kind of madness is that! What if you dent it?”

“Then, if it’s platinum…”

“Why do you want to dent other people’s things?! Weren’t you taught manners at home?!”

Wei Jeonghan protested vehemently.

“I taught him with effort! But if he doesn’t listen, what am I supposed to do?”

“Calm down, you, the involved one!”

As the two began to argue, Tang Yongmin grabbed Tang Cheongun’s sleeve.

“Patriarch, the guest is waiting.”

“Ah, right. I’m losing my mind lately.”

Tang Yongmin smiled bitterly at Tang Cheongun’s attitude.

*’Damn it.’*

He was too relaxed.

But he had to admit it. Wei Yanho had cured the strange disease that they couldn’t even touch, and Wei Yanho had been invited by Tang Cheongun. In the end, Tang Cheongun had solved the biggest problem plaguing the clan.

Furthermore, Tang Cheongun was now showing his closeness with Wei Yanho through these seemingly meaningless discussions. It was as if he was saying, “Do you know how amazing it is to be able to joke around with this guy, who defeated Cheok Sugwang and swallowed a powerful poison whole and is still standing?”.

The intention of seating him and Tang Pyeong at this meeting, where they probably weren’t needed, was precisely that.

And Tang Yongmin bowed his head as Tang Cheongun wished.

He had lost both the moral right and the practical benefits. He wouldn’t be able to challenge Tang Cheongun’s authority for quite some time. At least, as long as Wei Yanho remained in the Tang Family.

And it was obvious that Tang Cheongun would use that time to firmly consolidate his power. The coming years would again be the era of Tang Cheongun.

What if he didn’t submit?

He would be purged.

*’In the end, that bastard ruined everything.’*

Tang Yongmin looked at Wei Yanho with empty eyes. Wei Yanho had weakened Tang Cheongun and given them an opportunity, but they themselves had trampled on that opportunity.

Intentionally or not, they had been manipulated in the palm of Wei Yanho’s hand. Just thinking about it made him grind his teeth.

“Hey, it seems your eyes have too much force,” Tang Cheongun said mockingly when Tang Yongmin fixed his gaze on Wei Yanho.

Tang Yongmin immediately lowered his head.

“Let’s go. If a White Plaque has come, we must receive the guest.”

“Are you coming with me?”

“…I could go alone, but since we’re at it, let’s go together.”

“What a Lazy thing to do.”

“Let’s go.”

“Ufff.”

Wei Yanho stood up grumbling.

*’Is it okay to take him?’*

He understood the desire to show off with Wei Yanho. A hunter who has taken down a brave tiger would want to adorn himself with its skin.

Of course, he hadn’t “hunted” Wei Yanho, but he would want to show off to others his connection with him. However…

*’Receiving a guest with that appearance?’*

Wasn’t that the best way to express “you’re not welcome here”?

Tang Yongmin wondered if Tang Cheongun didn’t have a deep animosity towards Baekgeom Fortress. Well, since Baekgeom Fortress was suspected to be behind the Mount Hua incident, who could have good feelings towards them? But as long as it wasn’t a confirmed fact, the right thing to do was to maintain neutrality.

“Isn’t his appearance a bit… inappropriate for receiving guests?”

“Hmm…”

Tang Cheongun examined Wei Yanho’s spooky appearance and then tilted his head.

“Since he’s young, won’t it be alright?”

“…Do whatever you want.”

Tang Yongmin gave up. He no longer had either the strength or the will to stop Tang Cheongun.

He couldn’t help but feel it again.

Tang Cheongun had not only regained his former authority, but now wielded even greater power than before. Probably, for a while, no one would arise who would challenge his absolute authority.

Feeling the need to reevaluate his own position, Tang Yongmin followed Tang Cheongun outside.

*Pam! Pam!*

“No…”, Jangil twisted his face.

“Walk carefully!”

“What did I do?”

“Every time you walk, something falls off, damn it! Ugh… It’s giving me chest oppression.”

Jangil hurriedly ran to the Master of the Medical Hall. The Master of the Medical Hall sighed, took some basic detoxifying pills from his chest, and gave them to Jangil.

“Three pills.”

“Sorry.”

Jangil swallowed the pills in one gulp and twisted his face.

Wow, does someone like that really exist?

When he opens his mouth, poison comes out; when he walks, poison comes out of his body. He felt like wrapping him up tightly, taking him to the Demon Cult, and dropping him right in the center.

“They say Poison Men are scary.”

“That’s not a Poison Man.”

“But he is a Poison Man.”

“If you insist on calling him that, yes, but that’s not *that* kind of Poison Man. We don’t call someone who can’t control their own poison a Poison Man. That… well, he’s just walking poison.”

“Maybe a ‘Poison on Legs’?”

“Good choice of name.”

Jangil shook his head.

*’At least he used to have a decent appearance as his only good point.’*

He wasn’t a handsome man with striking features like Wei Sanho, but Wei Yanho was also quite handsome. His features were a bit delicate, lacking masculinity… but with that sick rooster expression, even that face was preferable. If someone with strong features had that expression, it would be truly horrible.

Anyway, his only virtue had flown away due to his current skin color.

If it were only horrible to look at, it could be endured, but this wasn’t just a matter of appearance.

Everyone walked keeping at least a *jang* (about 3 meters) distance from Wei Yanho. Even Wei Jeonghan, his own father, kept his distance with an uncomfortable look.

“I must create an antidote, no matter the cost.”

“Eh?”

“If not, will that gentleman continue to behave like this? There will be more people dying from intoxication than from the strange disease.”

“Grr.”

Jangil scratched his head in despair.

*’This is really unbearable.’*

The people of the Tang Clan could accept this situation, but the position of Wei Jeonghan and Jangil was different.

They had to report.

They had to report in detail what happened here so that the members of the main headquarters could understand it.

*’How am I supposed to do that!?’*

The capacity of human expression has limits. Sometimes, writing can convey a feeling beyond reality, but in most cases, it doesn’t exceed what is seen and felt with one’s own eyes.

And he had to express this horrible situation in words?

What should he say?

That Wei Yanho turned into a demon for eating poison?

That he expels poison?

But that he’s perfectly fine?

That they even say his internal energy has increased?

“Aaaah!!”

“Good heavens!! Hey, you’re crazy!!”

“I’m on the verge of madness, on the verge,” Jangil muttered sadly.

“Damn it, if I had known this, I would have studied literature instead of martial arts. How am I supposed to do something that would require a talent like Sima Qian (famous Chinese historian) to express? Demons.”

“What did you say?”

“All this is your fault! You…! No, wait. Don’t come closer. Hey! Why are you crawling here? I can hear you from there, stay there.”

Without any threat, just by walking, Wei Yanho managed to make everyone around him back away.

“Hmm?”

A mischief sparkled in Wei Yanho’s face.

“This feels like…”

When Wei Yanho took a step forward, everyone backed away in unison.

How to put it…?

Maybe this is how Zhang Fei felt at Changban Slope (famous battle episode in *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*)?

It was a sense of pride swelling in his chest.

“Hehe.”

“Hey, brat! Can’t you stop being mischievous?”

“Father?”

“Oh, oh, don’t come closer!”

Even Wei Jeonghan, who would normally have hit him on the back of the head, backed away scared. Realizing that he had absolute power, Wei Yanho puffed out his chest.

“So, behave well. If you bother me, I’ll stand in front of you and yawn.”

“Grr.”

How should he describe this?

Backing away because it’s repulsive?

It wasn’t that… Backing away out of fear seemed more accurate, but that “fear” wasn’t common fear…

In short, there was no other way to express it than “backing away because it’s Wei Yanho”.

“The guest is waiting!”

“Since he’s not my guest, what does it matter.”

Wei Yanho whistled as he headed towards the main gate.

It was probably time to absorb some of the poison, but seeing the reactions of others, maybe it wasn’t bad to continue like this a little longer.

*’Should I give them a scare?’*

As he imagined mischief, Wei Yanho saw the person standing in front of the main gate and opened his eyes wide.

“Eh? Who’s that?”

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