I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Perhaps not many people believe that dragons exist in the world.

But there are definitely people who believe in ghosts.

The first to bear the brunt.

It's definitely a comfortable life.

They even placed ghosts on high altars for worship.

This is not.

As a member of the Imperial Family, Tetsuya Watari was in the car on his way to the Yasukuni Shrine today, and he wasn't the only one there.

"Three days from now, Tetsuya will go to your residence to propose marriage."

"Everything is ready, and we await Your Highness's arrival at any time."

"Brother, you flatter me. From now on, we are family. Just call me Zhe."

Riding in the same car was the current head of the Fujiwara family, who, in theory, would also be the future brother-in-law of this prince.

Due to her political stance, Fujiwara Reiki was not suitable to appear, but Fujiwara Takuno had no such concerns.

You can't put all your eggs in one basket.

"I am truly happy to see Your Highness and Li Ji finally become husband and wife. My father, if he were alive, would surely be very pleased."

"Before the wedding, Tetsuya will definitely go with Reiji to personally inform the old clan chief of this good news."

Fujiwara Takuno nodded. "Your Highness is very kind."

"Of course. The old clan chief is not only Tetsuya's father-in-law, but also a national hero. Tetsuya grew up listening to the old clan chief's glorious miracles, and in Tetsuya's heart, he is an eternal role model."

After a pause, Tetsuya Watari continued, "Like begets like. It was precisely because of the old clan chief's great talent and vision that he was able to raise such outstanding children as my brother and Liji. I believe that what the old clan chief was most gratified about was that after his passing, my brother carried on the legacy and led the Fujiwara clan to climb new heights with solid strength."

Fujiwara Takuno could certainly sense the goodwill emanating from the other party, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

He knew why his dear sister had chosen this ugly dwarf.

Simultaneously.

They also knew what this ugly dwarf was thinking.

Since it's a business deal.

Therefore, partners can be replaced.

"Your Highness flatters me. In fact, in my father's heart, his expectations for Li Ji have always been greater than for me. If Li Ji were not a woman... it is still unknown who would bear the burden of the clan leader."

“Brother, you are mistaken. Times have changed. If the old clan chief truly believed that, Li Ji’s gender would not have been an issue at all. Yet the old clan chief still chose you. This result speaks for itself.”

To express his true feelings more clearly and dispel his brother-in-law's doubts, Watari Tetsuya firmly stated, "My brother is the most suitable person to lead the Fujiwara family. No one can replace him."

Fujiwara Takuno's smile widened.

as predicted.

This pitiful creature, who previously clung to the fringes of the royal family and had no presence whatsoever, also harbored delusional ambitions.

Good.

"Thank you for your praise, Your Highness, but it is undeniable that Li Ji's achievements are remarkable. For the sake of our Japan, she risked her life to cooperate with the people of China, even at the cost of being misunderstood by her own people..."

“The Chinese are treacherous, fickle, and utterly untrustworthy. Brother, to be honest, I’ve always believed that the Chinese are completely using Li Ji. After we get married, I will definitely persuade Li Ji to be wary of the Chinese.”

Fujiwara Takuno nodded and sighed softly, "Li Ji is so smart, she must know it too. I'm just worried that she'll get too entangled, too deeply bound to the people of Shenzhou for the sake of the country, and it will be hard for her to turn back."

“Brother, don’t worry too much. Things are unpredictable. Didn’t we once trample China underfoot? Tetsuya has always believed that God will bless Japan.”

What does it mean to be riding high on the spring breeze?
As a groom-to-be, it's understandable for him to be a little arrogant.

Fujiwara Takuno seemed to be influenced by his brother-in-law, his eyes shining brightly as he echoed, "God bless Japan."

After a while.

He changed the subject.

"There is someone, I wonder if His Highness still remembers him."

"who."

"Jiang Chen."

Fujiwara Takuno said leisurely, "If this person is not eliminated, he will surely become a major threat to our Japan."

Watari Tetsuya remained silent for a while before saying, "The restoration of Japan's glory cannot be stopped by one or two people."

Although Fujiwara Reiki had a low opinion of her fiancé, at least she wasn't too stupid and didn't fall for Fujiwara Takuno's provocations easily.

But once Fujiwara Takuno decided to make a move, he naturally wouldn't let it go.

This is not about power struggles.

It is a matter of life and death.

He must seize every opportunity to save himself!
“Your Highness is right. What I mean is, if we want to help Li Ji, we must deal with Jiang Chen, because Li Ji is being controlled by him.”

It couldn't be any more blunt.

To be even more blunt, why not just find a green hat and put it on Watari Tetsuya?

After giving the "reminder," Fujiwara Takuno tilted his head slightly to observe the dwarf's reaction. He was not disappointed; the dwarf had at least understood his subtext. His disgustingly ugly face darkened instantly, but returned to normal a few seconds later.

"Brother, rest assured, as your husband, Tetsuya will definitely protect your wife well."

His Highness replied ambiguously.

Fujiwara Takuno was satisfied. His purpose, of course, was not to ruin the marriage—that was unrealistic. It was enough to plant an indelible thorn between the newlyweds.

It may not take effect immediately, but with consistent use, it will eventually be effective.

The convoy stopped.

The honor guard was already waiting at the entrance.

We've arrived at the Yasukuni Shrine.

Although some of the memorial tablets were taken away, the shame inspired courage and determination. The missing tablets serve as a reminder and warning.

There's an unwritten rule in Japan.

Politicians who want to boost their reputation don't rack their brains to create achievements; instead, they swagger around with media reporters to visit this toilet.

Prince Tetsuya Watari was no exception this time.

All the long guns and short cannons were in place.

The lighting technicians and cameramen occupy advantageous positions.

How can you prove you were here if you're not recorded or reported?
"Brother, you should go down first."

Watari Tetsuya was modest.

"Your Highness, please."

Not just the media.

Following the publicity, many people came to watch, and the entrance to the sanctuary was crowded with people, creating a lively and noisy scene.

Although we were recently defeated and forced to sign a humiliating treaty, it is precisely in times like these that we must strive for self-improvement, remember our martyrs, and awaken the confidence of the people.

Watari Tetsuya stopped refusing. The stage was already set up, and he couldn't stay in the car pretending to be a big shot forever; he wasn't a big star yet.

The ruling class in Japan has always been committed to a populist approach, always connecting with the people face-to-face and heart-to-heart. Street sweeping and martial law are completely foreign to them.

"Shoot."

The car door opened. The short-statured Watari Tetsuya stepped out first, smiling warmly and waving to the eagerly waiting crowd.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of camera shutters clicking incessantly.

As another heavyweight guest today, and actually more powerful than the so-called royal princes, Fujiwara Takuno, the head of the Fujiwara family, demonstrated his excellent interpersonal skills. He deliberately waited in the car for a while, allowing Watari Tetsuya to kill enough film and leave enough pictures from every angle, before slowly getting out of the car.

The crowd cooperated enthusiastically, cheering energetically.

This also reveals the differences in national cultures.

In China, such occasions must be kept quiet; turning them into a noisy spectacle would be a great disrespect to the deceased.

Fujiwara Takuno thought the other party was just going through the motions and making a splash, but he underestimated the inner turmoil of a maggot who crawled up from the shadows to the stage.

Standing at the entrance of the Yasukuni Shrine, Watari Tetsuya did not go straight in. He suddenly stopped, turned around, and slowly scanned everyone present with a passionate and heroic gaze.

The cameras all focused on the same direction again, as if by unspoken agreement.

"Dear compatriots, today, with the utmost reverence, we come to Yasukuni Shrine to pay the highest tribute to the heroic spirits who sacrificed their lives for our Japan!"

Takuno Fujiwara was caught off guard, but he reacted quickly, moving a few meters to the side and handing the center position to the other person.

"Two and a half million heroic souls rest here in eternal peace. They sacrificed their precious lives to protect our country, our nation, and our Emperor! They are the pride of the Yamato people and the symbol of the Japanese spirit!"

It must be admitted that although His Highness the Prince's appearance was unremarkable, his speaking skills were quite good. His short stature created the appearance of a tall man, and after a slight pause, his impassioned tone turned serious.

"However, the world today is trying to distort history and deny our heroes. They use the so-called 'war responsibility' to discredit our forefathers, attempting to make us forget those brave warriors who fought for the future of our nation! This is absolutely intolerable!"

Fujiwara Takuno's eyes flickered as he watched Watari Tetsuya's voice grow louder and louder. His surprise gradually turned into amusement, and a hint of mockery appeared in his pupils.

Are you so impatient?

Having just qualified to perform on stage, they're already trying their best to steal the spotlight?

My dearest sister.

Having such an "ambitious" husband must be quite a headache for you, right?
"We will never accept outside interference in our history! Japan's wars in modern times were for self-defense and for the liberation of Asia! Our soldiers were glorious, and their sacrifices should be remembered forever!"

The crowd seemed to vanish, and Watari Tetsuya gazed into the distance, as if traversing time and history.

"Today, we stand here to solemnly declare to the world: The people of Japan will not forget their history, nor will they betray the spirits of their fallen heroes! We will inherit the will of our ancestors and make Japan a powerful nation once again!"

His gaze was firm, and he clenched his fist, raising it high into the air.

"The heroic spirits live on! Long live Japan!"

Whether it was pre-arranged or there was an inside agent, shouts of "follow" rose from the crowd.

"The heroic spirits live on! Long live Japan!"

Human nature is to conform; people are influenced by the atmosphere, and more and more people are encouraged to follow suit, clenching their fists and shouting.

"The heroic spirits live on! Long live Japan!"

"The heroic spirits live on! Long live Japan!"

"The heroic spirits live on! Long live Japan!"

"Long live!!!"

"Kakaka-"

The shutter clicked furiously.

Honestly, even the quiet observer Fujiwara Takuno wanted to applaud the prince. He dared to come and pay homage, but he would never give such a speech.

Simultaneously.

He had an even stronger urge to film the scene and send it to his sister.

However, considering that my sister was getting married soon, I gave up on the idea.

Let my sister get married happily. As her older brother, I shouldn't upset her at a time like this.

"Long live!"

With the audience's enthusiastic response, Watari Tetsuya swung his fist even more powerfully. Perhaps because it was his first time playing the lead role, his mental fortitude was not yet up to par. The excessive emotional fluctuations caused his breathing to become disordered, and his ugly face flushed with a sickly redness.

It comes down to it.

There is still a lack of corresponding education.

Let alone the royal family, even heirs of powerful clans like Fujiwara Takuno are trained from a young age. But this prince, whose image might be considered unsightly even by the royal family, has never received any attention. Apart from "compulsory education," he has learned everything on his own.

It is already commendable to know how to be patient.

Looking at the pairs of eyes focused on him and hearing the passionate shouts, Du Zhe also felt a surge of power, as if his fate was in his own hands, rushing straight to the top of his head, making him almost tremble!
This is the kind of life he should be enjoying.

that power.

woman.

He will have them all in his grasp!
He wants to make sure that the sky can no longer obscure his vision!

He wanted to ensure that this land could never bury his heart again!

He wants all living beings to understand his will!
He wanted all these Buddhas to vanish into thin air!
Excuse me.

Too excited.

Got involved.

Watari took a deep breath, and suddenly spread his five fingers, turning his raised fist into a palm.

The meaning of this gesture is quite clear.

Silence
Quiet.

The public was very accommodating.

The shouts subsided until they disappeared.

"On this auspicious day, Tetsuya would like to announce some good news for me. Next month, I will be marrying the younger sister of the head of the Fujiwara family. Tetsuya will be hosting a banquet at the Imperial Palace, and everyone is welcome to attend."

As he spoke, Watari Tetsuya made an introductory gesture toward Fujiwara Takuno, who was not far away.

The prince made it so that commoners could participate, but there was no discussion at all. Has he gone crazy and become addicted to gaining reputation?

However, given the situation and the fact that he was under everyone's watchful eyes, Takuno Fujiwara couldn't say anything and simply gave a formulaic smile.

It's one thing to disturb the deceased's peace by holding a lecture.

They even proudly showed off their wedding news.

Isn't that incredibly impolite?

What's the difference between this and dancing in front of a grave?
Watari Tetsuya clearly didn't care about these feudal dregs. Knowing that he would soon become famous, he made a satisfied gesture to silently invite Fujiwara Takuno to go into the shrine to complete today's serious task.

"boom."

Fujiwara Takuno, who was about to walk past, suddenly stopped, his pupils contracting sharply.

The world seemed to slow down. Watari Tetsuya's temple pierced, blood spurted out, his body lost its balance and tilted, slowly falling until... he hit the ground with a thud!

really.

Disrespecting the dead will bring retribution.

"what--!"

A scream rang out in the fresh sunlight.

The scream was extremely piercing. (End of Chapter)