Chapter 1495: Chapter 875: Six Years (Part 2)
The emperor looked over, glanced at him, but did not invite him in; instead, he let him wait there..
A prince who could be of great use was not worth disrupting her pleasant conversation.
Until dusk fell.
The sky darkened, and without needing the emperor or her to speak, he joined the emperor in leaving.
All the way, he remained calm, pretending to be natural, then discreetly arranged for precautionary measures.
No emperor in history has been indifferent to women, with beauties readily available, yet who could rival the High Priest, a peerless figure?
She was the most unattainable Goddess, the Goddess was heartless, Prince Xiang dreamt, the more unattainable, the more tantalizing, yet no one dared to act against the High Priest, but his father might not be the same.
Seizing power from the Late Emperor, slaughtering clansmen, and enforcing strict politics, he never feared anyone, and thus succeeded in seizing power, imposing Yu Country’s dominance over its neighbors.
Meanwhile, the Witch Spirit Court has always balanced royal authority, and because of the Imperial Family’s indulgence over the decades, it highlighted the Witch Spirit Court’s prestige among the people, which may not be a good thing in the eyes of those in power.
Thus, his previous reforms in the Witch Spirit Court aimed to prevent potential crises from erupting.
But...what reforms could be made against the High Priest personally?
Should the High Priest guard against this man? His father’s behavior was proper, without any transgression, yet the High Priest’s mind was clear and pure, seeing through the changes in the Imperial Court, the world’s upheaval, but knew nothing of a man’s sordid thoughts before a beauty.
It is unrelated to strength or status, merely the differing thoughts of genders.
Moreover, he is a son, a son does not speak of his father.
After much contemplation, he could only remain passive, staying cautious in secret.
Fortunately, as days passed, nothing out of the ordinary happened, allowing him some peace of mind, coupled with the arrival of envoys from various nations...
Busy days turned into darkness.
Each nation had their own virtues, the members of the envoy never being ordinary people, with Lou Country being the most feared by Yu Country while Qi Country offered the greatest peace of mind; the former was the nation second only to Yu Country, the latter an affiliate of Yu Country, kin and distance clearly visible.
Yet, as he represented the Witch Spirit Court in receiving the envoys, he found a certain dislike towards the people of Qi Country, sensing beneath their clean, peaceful surface lay ambition and wickedness...
He also noticed a fleeting change in their gaze upon seeing members of the Witch Spirit Court.
These people...were peculiar.
After several days of reception, he returned to the Witch Spirit Court, a bit weary, yet waited for an investigation report from his subordinates.
"The envoys from Qi Country had no abnormalities, yet before arriving at court, they traveled across several nations...here’s the route map of these people...one of them enjoys the emperor’s favor.."
He picked up the documents, browsed through them, furrowing his brows, his heart leaping with unease—these routes seemed harmless, yet the places they passed through experienced outbreaks of epidemics within a year, whether large or small, or mysterious locations where later all residents vanished, barren and deserted...he had previously seen a dossier recording the Witch Spirit Court’s missions across various places over the years, including investigations into these regions, but they found nothing.
He compared the information on the investigators and saw...
"Either dead or missing..but each happened at varied intervals."
To others, they might see no difference, but the seed of doubt planted in his heart refused to cease, prompting further investigation.
He retrieved the reports on the missions back then...
Reviewing them repeatedly, he finally noticed a slight anomaly.
Among several groups, occasionally one or two mentioned feeling unwell soon after arriving at those places, experiencing physical fatigue initially thought to be travel weariness or emotional distress from seeing desolation...
This seemed quite normal...
His gaze swept over the thick pile of documents, eyes flickering, heart pounding, suddenly standing up.
Utterly shocked.
He dared, really dared?
Rumble.
Thunder sounded outside.
Massive lightning like a sinister, greedy Snake Dragon, soaring amidst rolling dark clouds, shrouded the Witch Spirit Court, also enveloping the distant serene Empty Court.
He ran to the corridor, witnessing the scene, his first impulse was to call upon the Witch Spirit Court members..his second impulse was to shout that it was forbidden.
Why forbidden?
The Witch Spirit Court members never feared the Imperial Family, if their belief were treated this way by the emperor...
Kill!
There’s only one result!
The entire Imperial Family would be eradicated.
These independent, powerful wizards would retaliate madly, slaughtering without restraint...
The entire Imperial Court would fall into chaos.
He cared little for this dynasty, cared not for this Imperial Family.
Yet, she wouldn’t want it, certainly wouldn’t want it.
Years of maintaining stability, generations of prosperity...
She loved painting, playing with fish, appreciating landscapes, yet confined herself to that lonely Empty Court, all for balancing the Witch Spirit Court and the dynasty, working in harmony to govern the land, ensuring people’s well-being.
If the Witch Spirit Court acted...everything would be ruined.
Even if she ordered the Witch Spirit Court not to act, coexistence would never be possible again.
The grudge would control their minds, guiding their actions.
Only one person suited to take action.
Only one person could bear the consequence.
He turned and entered the room, grasping the sword.
Only he could.
Su Zimu and Mo Ke watched this exceptionally handsome man, disregarding his removed hairpiece, taking a sword from the room, striding forward, issuing command after command to the subordinates beside him, with a light step, mounting the sturdy dragon horse at the courtyard, trampling on the rainwater, galloping away...
Shortly after, agile Spiritual Birds flew from the palace’s serene architecture reminiscent of the Empty Court..they spread their wings, cutting through the air, raindrops landing on their slippery feathers, then falling...also shattering this ancient and mighty dynasty into a nighttime storm that chilled the world’s hearts.
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