Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 184

# 184

Taejonbirok Volume 8 Episode 9

Chapter 49: Lazy Man, Gets Tired (4)

“Oh, no!”

Wei Zhenghan was terrified and looked at Sima Qianshi.

'There it comes again!'

The leader of a huge organization like the Jeongmu Alliance must be smart, quick-calculating, calm, and agile.

That's usually what people think.

But there is something that people overlook: the position of leader of the political alliance was actually a position that had no real purpose.

Although the Jeongmu Alliance is said to have the character of representing the Gangho, it does not actually exercise any ruling power, so when a dispute arises, it does not really have much to do other than mediate and raise the later indices.

If something like the Demonic Cult intruding happens, I will take over command and get down to the real work.

Unlike kings who have to think about and ponder countless things, gather opinions, and make optimal decisions, the leader of a political alliance did not need such calculating aspects.

So what does the leader of the political alliance need most?

That is the power of human harmony.

How many people can you please to get them to participate in the work of the political alliance?

In fact, in groups like the Political Alliance, where restrictions were loose, it was more important how widely the leader had a reach and how many people he could move.

As for practical matters, Jo Hyun can handle them well on his own.

That is why Sima Qianshi, who is called the greatest political leader of all time, is more courageous, humane, and… … than any other person that Wei Zhenghan knows.

'Impulsive.'

Sima Qianse was the person who believed that only by fighting with each other could one really know each other.

In the past, the wise man also heard those words.

'And then it happened.'

A power so arrogant that it almost feels ignorant, an endless stream of history, and a calm personality that never becomes arrogant even when victory or defeat is at stake.

It may not be known in other places, but in the world of martial arts, it was a personality that could not be ignored. It would not be an exaggeration to say that there are more people in history who are fascinated by that personality and call themselves members of the Jeongmu Alliance.

The problem was that the person who heard those words just now was his son.

Considering his age and his status in the world of martial arts, his son was not in a position to fight the leader of the Jeongmu clan one-on-one. Considering the age difference, it would not be strange to hear that the leader of the Jeongmu clan was being reckless.

Well, it is part of Sima Qianse's charm that he doesn't care about things like appearances.

'The bigger problem is that it was my son who heard that.'

Wi Jeong-han could not bring himself to step forward and looked at the situation with a longing heart.

If it's Wei Yanhu that he knows, things will never go smoothly.

indeed…….

Wei Yanhu looked at Sima Qianshi and smiled faintly.

“You don’t like it?”

“……Huh?”

Sima Qianshi looked at Wei Yanhu with a slightly bewildered expression.

"no?"

"yes."

“Why? Why don’t you like it? Don’t you know who I am?”

“You are the leader.”

“But you don’t like it?”

"yes."

“…….”

Sima Qianse looked at Wei Yanhu with a dumbfounded expression.

Who is he?

It's Sima Qian, it's Sima Qian.

Even if you remove the pretense of being the leader of the Jeongmu Alliance, there is no doubt that Sima Qianse, the most powerful man in the world, is currently the most powerful man in the world.

Many people dreamed of sharing a single volume with him.

Among those who are currently visiting the Jeongmu Alliance, there are some who knock on the door of the Jeongmu Alliance to ask Sima Qianse for advice, even though they know that there is absolutely no chance of it happening.

After all, being taught by someone more skilled than you is something that every martial artist desires.

But the child who should be burning with such desire the most is now refusing to fight Sima Qianse.

Sima Qianse's pride was strangely hurt.

“Why don’t you like it? Why?”

“Because there’s nothing good about fighting.”

“……Why isn’t there anything good?”

Gong Mujin looked at Sima Qianse with a pitiful expression.

'I've been through that too.'

Everyone agrees that Sima Qianshi was an extraordinary warrior who overcame troubled times, but…

'That damn guy didn't exist in those troubled times.'

No matter where you look in the world, there is no way you could find such a person. Especially, it is even more unlikely that someone like Sima Qianshi, who lived in fierce battlefields, would have seen such a lazy person.

It would not be easy for Sima Qianse's way of thinking to acknowledge the existence of people who do not practice martial arts because they are too lazy.

“It’s hard, tiring, and painful.”

“But isn’t there something to be gained?”

“Hey, what’s there to gain from fighting? You’ll just end up getting hurt.”

Sima Qianshi's mouth slowly opened.

“I, I don’t get anything out of doing this?”

"yes."

“I said I would do this?”

"yes."

“……I’m Sima Qiansen?”

“Yeah.”

Wi Yeon-ho leaned back in his chair and stretched.

“Do you know that even now, if I were to offer my help, there are people who would pack their bags and come running to me?”

“Then, if you do it with the people you want, it’ll be good for you and for them, killing two birds with one stone. So, I don’t think you need to fight with someone like me.”

In that moment, Sima Qianse became dumbfounded.

That's true. It's true, but…

'No, but I'm still the leader of the political world!'

It's good to be easygoing and not show off your authority, but if someone who is the leader of the political world says they will do a secret dance, shouldn't they have a sparkle in their eyes and say, "Oh, that's great."

But what is this? It's not like I bought you some sugar and you said, 'I don't really like sugar.'

“No, but I’m the leader of the political faction. If I ask you to fight, shouldn’t you get some kind of positive response?”

Phew!

Wi Jeong-han was drinking tea to calm his stuffy stomach, but he violently spit out the tea.

If the officials had not reached out and caught all the tea drops flying into the air, a disaster would have occurred where all the food was soaked in tea.

'Joe, what's this combination?'

When Wei Yanhu, who was old and found everything in the world tiresome, and Sima Qianshi, the leader of the political faction who was excessively honest and outgoing, who was not suitable for his position, met, their conversation went from climbing mountains to digging into the ground.

“It’s not good, so how can you say it’s good?”

“Why is it not good?”

“It’s not good, so I say it’s not good!”

“Ugh.”

Sima Qianse shook his head.

“No. You have to do it when I tell you to! You have to fight with me.”

“I don’t want to do it?”

“Even if you don’t want to do it, you have to do it if I say I want to.”

“Where is such a law?”

“If you want to be a traitor, you should be the leader of the government! If there is no benefit to this, why would I be taking on this position that is just annoying and makes me feel crazy?”

“……That’s persuasive.”

Wi Jeong-han unconsciously checked outside the door to see if anyone was there. It was an expression of his hope that this conversation would not be overheard by other people.

Although Wei Yanhu was Wei Yanhu, the reputation of the leader of the political alliance was rapidly being damaged.

“Say you will do it!”

"no, I do not want."

“Come on, let’s have a go!”

“I told you I don’t want to!”

“If we have a go at it, I’ll give you anything you want!”

“What I want is for it not to stick.”

“Kaaaak!”

Sima Qianse, as if he was frustrated, grabbed a bottle of wine and poured it into his glass, then drank it all down in one go.

“Wonderful!”

“Yes! My lord!”

“Please persuade my son somehow! He won’t stick to it!”

Why are those sparks flying this way?

“Even though he is my child, he has been out of my hands for a long time…….”

“Okay.”

Wi Jeong-han glanced at Wi San-ho and gave him a hint.

Then Wisanho nodded.

“Your Majesty.”

“Hmm?”

As Weishanho opened his mouth, Sima Qianshi turned his gaze to Weishanho.

Wi Jeong-han also looked at Wi San-ho with eyes full of anticipation.

Wasn't Wi San-ho the only one who could control Wi Yeon-ho?

“No matter how much Yeonho has learned in martial arts, he is still young. Considering his status in the martial arts world and his abilities, I don’t think a duel between Yeonho and the leader of the group is realistic.”

Wi Jeong-han opened his eyes wide.

I didn't tell you to say that!

However, Weishanho was pressuring Sima Qianse with a twisted look in his eyes, saying, "If my younger brother gets hurt, will you take responsibility?"

Pressure, huh?

Even though it was a rebellion with only their eyes, a situation was unfolding where the two sons of the Guangdong Wei family rebelled against their leader.

And when the head of the Guangdong Wei family faced that terrifying situation, he felt his soul leaving his mouth and slumped down in his chair.

'Oh my, my fate.'

These children don't even consider their father's position. Where on earth do such great men come from?

“That’s what the Weichan Coral Reef Association is thinking wrong.”

"……yes?"

Gong Mu-jin said with a big smile.

“The Wei Yan Ho clan I know is more than enough to compete with the leader. Regardless of who wins or loses, it’s not to the point where a match cannot be held.”

Wisanho opened his eyes wide.

“Is it true?”

“You have already heard all the details of the situation. Look at it with the eyes of a warrior, not a younger brother. Wi Yeon-ho So-hyeop is already a warrior who has left the hands of Wi San-ho So-hyeop.”

The coral's eyes narrowed.

“Is it true?”

“No. That guy is just joking.”

“Answer correctly.”

“Ugh…….”

Wi Yeon-ho groaned.

I don't intend to exclude him for being weaker than his brother, but it was too obvious what kind of response he would get if he said that here.

“It seems to be true. If so, show me.”

“No…… Hyung, there are many ways to show you, but there’s no need to show it by being like that person. If you want to see it that much, I’ll do it tomorrow……”

"stop."

Weichan Hu cut off Wei Yan Hu's words.

“I understand what you are saying, but if you have the ability to do so, it would be impolite to refuse the offer of the leader. In particular, the leader has been very considerate of your circumstances, and has also shown your father many favors. When you were young, he even said he would take on the position of your godfather. Are you saying that you would refuse such a request for your own comfort?”

"……no."

Wi Yeon-ho's shoulders hunched.

“People should know grace and manners. If you don’t know grace and manners, you are worse than an animal. I don’t think you are an animal. Isn’t that right?”

"you're right."

Wi Yeon-ho nodded his head in despair.

“Then you should answer correctly.”

“Bimoo… Ugh, I’ll be mummy.”

Wei Yanhu looked at Sima Qianshi with burning eyes.

He's the kind of guy who bothers people by coming to find him even though he's eating well, and then, as if he doesn't know, makes them exercise in the middle of the night.

But how can one see it with kind eyes?

“Let’s give it a proper go!”

Sima Qianse left a word in bewilderment at the rapidly changing situation.

“……Did I do something wrong just now?”

Wi Jeong-han and Gong Mu-jin sighed together.

“Let’s go out!”

Wi Yeon-ho suddenly stood up from his seat. He even pulled out a bull's horn in one go.

“Then let’s go to my practice room. There won’t be many people around so you can play to your heart’s content.”

Gong Mu-jin smiled bitterly.

'I wish I could play, my lord.'

Perhaps today, Sima Qianse will have to experience the most absurd thing in his life.