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"What?! Shi Yun was furious, it was simply absurd! The Great Yu Emperor is such a figure! How could he be schemed against so easily? If we can contact him, we must inform him to return quickly!"
Sang Qingxiao said ambiguously, "He is quite stubborn; I can't persuade him. This isn't a spur-of-the-moment decision; he's thought about it for a long time before going. I've given him plenty of protective talismans, so he should be able to return safely."
In this court, Qi Xiaomian only trusts you all. If he succeeds in this matter, it would be a tremendous achievement. I don't want his contributions to go unnoticed, nor do I want his absence today to be misunderstood by you.
Once you know, do not spread the word. The more people who know, the greater the risk for Qi Xiaomian. If Xuande Emperor wakes up, it's best not to mention this to him; his recent decisions have been quite disappointing.
Gentle was the first to speak up in assurance, "Miss Sang, please rest assured." At the same time, he gave Sang Qingxiao a subtle glance, indicating that he would keep a close watch on Cai Zhuo and ensure he wouldn't leak anything.
Shi Yun still worriedly asked, "What are the chances he has?"
"Everything depends on human effort," came the reply. "Additionally, we received news that the Great Yu Emperor recently released someone from Black Flame City. This person is surnamed Wen and is exceptionally skilled in divination and fate."
If several divination masters determine that Xuande Emperor's current predicament is indeed related to this art, then the mastermind behind it could very well be the Great Yu Emperor. Qi Xiaomian remaining in Dayu makes it convenient to handle this matter.
Sang Qingxiao spoke again with another shocking revelation. Shi Yun's expression grew even more concerned. The Wen Family had some historical records; they were known for their remarkable divination skills. Their accuracy had once frightened a Monarch so much that he ordered their eyes to be gouged out, their voices silenced, and their ears deafened before banishing them from Black Flame City.
Though the Monarch acted ruthlessly, he was considered a wise ruler. The country was thriving at that time; no one could foresee any signs of decline. However, after the Wen Family was imprisoned, natural disasters struck the nation repeatedly and within three years, it was swallowed by other countries.
Everyone speculated that it was the Monarch who suffered retribution from the Wen Family. Their methods were said to be divine, but out of fear, no one dared to release them.
If His Majesty is truly in such a state due to the Wen Family's actions, it would be difficult to handle.
Shi Yun struggled internally for quite some time before quietly saying to Sang Qingxiao, "Do not let Yongxin Marquis provoke the Wen Family. With His Majesty like this, we should do our best; losing another Yongxin Marquis isn't worth it."
That sounded agreeable! Sang Qingxiao smiled and replied, "This matter still needs to be discussed with him. Chancellor need not worry; he is not impulsive."
The Dragon Guard moved swiftly; many monks, Taoists, and fate masters were successively invited into the palace. Among them were indeed several with genuine skills.
Each person had different methods of operation; some even set up altars on the spot for rituals. The cacophony of cries and chants startled Xuande Emperor into twitching once in response to stress before settling down again.
Cai Zhuo seemed to see hope as he pulled the ritualistic Taoist over to the bedside and promised, "If you can cure His Majesty, you may make any request."
The Taoist was initially quite pleased, but upon seeing the situation of the Xuande Emperor, he was so frightened that he immediately knelt down, his voice trembling as he said, "This... this person, forgive me for my limited knowledge, I truly cannot see through this, nor can I save him."
"Your reaction doesn't seem like someone who can't see through it," came the reply.
The Taoist cried out, "Your Majesty's holy visage is beyond what a small old man like me can comprehend! I had previously overestimated myself; I cannot help you, and you cannot force me to do so!"
With his flustered expression and darting little eyes, it was clear he was not as oblivious as he claimed. Earlier, he had seemed intimidating, and one might have thought him just a showman. Now it appeared he was an old fellow with some hidden knowledge who knew how to protect himself.
"Master, what is your surname?" Sang Qingxiao asked him.
"My surname is Jia. In front of Miss Sang, I dare not call myself a master. I'm just someone who wanders the streets to make a living, performing some tricks to amuse the common folk. It's nothing significant," he replied humbly.
Sang Qingxiao sensed some Mystical Power in him and thought he was being overly modest.
Cai Zhuo seized the opportunity to intimidate him. "So you're just a con artist from the Jianghu? You must have quite a few cases against you; these could easily land you in prison for life."
"Oh dear! Cai! Why must you make things difficult for a small fry like me? If I could save him, who wouldn't want wealth and fortune? But I truly lack that ability!"
After Cai Zhuo had played the role of the angry face, Gentle took on the role of the calm one. "We saw your expression when you looked at His Majesty—confusion, shock, regret, fear. Let's set aside how to treat him for now; why don't you tell us what you know about His Majesty's symptoms?"
Jia Daoist sighed inwardly at his misfortune. Was this what it felt like to be on a pirate ship?
"I've only seen this illness in some ancient texts; it's vague and unclear. I can't draw any conclusions yet. We should bring in the others as well."
At this moment, Jia Daoist was still trying to play his cards right. The matter concerning His Majesty was serious; he didn't want to bear the risk of offending his peers alone.
Gentle saw through his intentions and agreed.
They brought along several unwilling companions to the side of Xuande Emperor's bed.
The reactions varied—some were confused, some felt guilty, and others were just as startled as Jia Daoist.
After some selection, two more joined Jia Daoist: one was Mei Daoist and the other was Fang Lai Monk.
"Let's hear what everyone has to say."
This time, Jia Daoist no longer beat around the bush. "His Majesty has had his life force taken from him. The one responsible may come from the Wen Family of diviners from several dynasties ago."
Sang Qingxiao asked him, "How can you be sure it's the Wen Family?"
"The characteristics of their methods are precise and domineering, with some distinctive symptoms. For example, His Majesty's mouth corners reveal a bitter expression; there’s a faint black line on his thumb; and there’s a black-red blood spot on his earlobe."
Cai Zhuo interjected, "A bitter expression, black line, blood spot? If it were poisoning, these traits could also manifest."
Master Mei spoke up at this moment, sighing. "It's different; only those of us who have studied as Xuanmen Divination Practitioners can see it."
In the realm of stars, the Big Dipper represents death. The Wen Family marks the dead from a distance; if you still don't believe it, you can search the Emperor's body. Given the severity of the illness, the mark should have manifested by now.
Cai Zhuo couldn't wait any longer and left only Gentle behind, while everyone else was driven out to the inner palace doors.
Sang Qingxiao asked Jia Daoist, "Is the Wen Family really this arrogant? They openly tell others that they are the culprits?"
Jia Daoist clarified for her, "The Wen Family doesn't kill indiscriminately; they typically target those who deserve it—either individuals with unforgivable sins, those who affect the course of the world, or those who are already on the brink of death. It's just a matter of timing."
In short, they have their own reasoning, and once they speak, their words come true. Therefore, most people simply regard them as prophets and do not question their methods of killing.
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