"Please help me."
"Why should I help Your Highness?"
"Because I am a Tang."
"The Sixth Prince is also a Tang."
"But his mother is not a Tang."
"The Tang Empire is open-minded and tolerant. We don't care about these things."
"Please believe me."
"Why should I believe Your Highness?"
"Because you don't believe the Empress."
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Li Yu looked at the familiar handwriting on the edict and suddenly felt very sad.
It was her father's handwriting. Just like the rumors, no matter how much he loved calligraphy and how diligently he practiced, he could not make his handwriting look better.
However, from the meticulous handwriting, it could be seen that her father was very calm and determined when he wrote these words, without any hesitation or struggle.
Li Yu's hand holding the edict trembled slightly. She exerted force with her fingers as if they were about to sink into the yellow cloth. The trembling spread from her forearm to her shoulder, and her entire body began to tremble.
She felt extremely disappointed and sad, and then began to feel angry, not only because of the content of the edict, but also because of her father's handwriting on the edict was so stable.
"Why is it like this?"
She whispered.
Then she repeated it again, her voice full of grievance and unwillingness.
"Why is it like this!"
Her voice was a little louder than before, but it still could not pass through the Taoist temple and the night rain outside. It was even louder than the sound of her teeth chattering.
Li Qingshan said, "This was written by His Majesty before he personally went to war. Since he left the edict, it means that he also vaguely sensed the direction of Heaven's will. However, you should also be able to see that he made up his mind a long time ago."
Li Yu was silent for a long time. Suddenly, she raised her head and wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve. She looked at Li Qingshan on the sickbed and said with a trembling voice, "Can the edict be changed?"
Li Qingshan slightly drooped his eyelids and said, "Generally not."
Li Yu's eyes lit up and she asked, "What is not generally?"
Li Qingshan glanced at her and said, "When the country is in danger."
Li Yu asked, "Who can change it?"
Li Qingshan said, "I can."
The edict of the Tang Emperor could not be easily forged. There was the royal seal and complex emblems on it. Most importantly, there was a unique imprint of the aura of Heaven and Earth on it.
Part of that imprint came from the bloodline of the royal family, and part of it came from the witnesses of the edict.
Before His Majesty left Chang 'an, when he wrote the edict in the Southern Gate Temple, the witnesses were his most trusted Master of Nation Li Qingshan and his younger brother, Master Huang Yang.
And the Imperial Seal was in the palace at this time, on the couch of Li Yu who was supervising the country.
Looking at Li Qingshan's old and thin face, Lee Yu asked in a trembling voice, "What do you want?"
Li Qingshan looked at the slightly wet, beautiful woman before him. He felt like he was looking at the little girl who followed her mother around and acted like a spoiled child. He smiled in reminiscence.
Then he said calmly, "I want the Tang Empire to prosper for generations to come. I want the South School of Haotian Taoism to flourish. I want the Tangs to live a carefree life. Your Highness, can you promise me that?"
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Li Yu left the Southern Gate Temple.
It was believed that the shocking news would soon pass through the storm and reach the mansions of the princes and ministers in Chang 'an. Tomorrow was not the day of the Grand Court Conference, but there was bound to be one.
In the rain, the Southern Gate was still quiet, as if nothing had happened. The oil lamp was like a bean. It could only illuminate the corner of the Taoist Temple.
He Mingchi knelt in front of the oil lamp. Half of his body was in the shadow.
Li Qingshan lay on the sickbed and looked up. It was as if he could see the rain falling on the Taoist Temple. He frowned and sighed, "I changed the edict today and violated the law of the Tang Empire. I also violated His Majesty's last wish. I don't know what will be written in the history books after I die and how will His Majesty think of me."
He Mingchi was silent. It was inappropriate for him to say anything at this time.
"But I won't regret it. Because Your Highness is right. Rather than saying that I trust her and Prince Huiyuan, I can't trust the Empress. How can I let the Saintess of Diabolism become the master of the Tang Empire?"
Li Qingshan said indifferently, "If it wasn't for her, His Majesty wouldn't have died so young."
He Mingchi raised his head and glanced at him. The officials and people in the court all thought that the Empress and the Nation Master were close. Who would have thought that the truth was true?
"In recent years, there have been too many funerals in Chang 'an. Senior statesmen of three dynasties and veterans of the battlefield have all passed away. Now His Majesty is dead, and even the Headmaster of the Academy is dead. If this is not God's will, then what is?"
Li Qingshan turned to He Mingchi and said, "If I remember correctly, you are from Qinghe Prefecture?"
He Mingchi lowered his head and answered, "My family is from the He Clan of Qinghe Prefecture."
Li Qingshan squinted his eyes and said, "The He Clan that once had a Great Divine Priest of West-Hill?"
He Mingchi said after a moment of silence, "Yes."
Li Qingshan looked at his favorite disciple and sighed. He said, "It seems that I was right. You really work for the Hierarch Lord. No wonder you are so interested in the God-stunning Array."
He Mingchi felt that his body suddenly became very cold. He leaned forward and put his hands on the black wooden floor. He trembled slightly and did not know what to say.
"The Hierarch Lord wants to lead the Papal Cavalrymen into Chang 'an and bring the Tang Empire back to the glory of the West-Hill Divine Palace. That's why he wants to break the God-stunning Array more than anyone else."
Li Qingshan said, "You have been cultivating in the Southern Gate Temple for so many years. Your goal is to find the array eye pestle. Unfortunately, you have no talent in Talisman Taoism, so Senior Brother Yan Se could not take you as a disciple. The array eye pestle was given to Ning Que. Now it is in the Academy, so you have no way to get it. So you have to go to the small building in the palace to see if there is any other way to break the array."
Only then did He Mingchi realize that what he had done these years could not be hidden from his teacher's eyes. Speaking of which, how could the Nation Master of the Tang Empire be so gullible?
He asked in a trembling voice, "Since you know all this, why didn't you expose me?"
Li Qingshan said, "Because you are my favorite disciple. Because I am also struggling."
"Struggling?"
"Xia Hou was born in the Devil's Doctrine, but he became a visiting professor of Haotian Taoism and a general of the Tang Empire. He has been in pain all his life. I believe in Haotian and am loyal to the Tang Empire. How can I not be in pain? "
"In the past, I didn't struggle or feel pain because I didn't have to choose. I knew that if the Great Tang continued down its current path, it would walk very smoothly and well, but now that the situation has undergone a massive change, I want to choose a relatively stable path for the Great Tang, so I chose Your Highness and did not expose you …"
Li Qingshan said, "People say that Chang 'an is unbreakable and the cultivation world praises the power of the God-stunning Array. But how many people know that the real unbreakable one is the Headmaster?"
"If the Headmaster is not dead, you would be dead now."
He looked at He Mingchi and said, "But the Headmaster is still dead. This once again proves that Haotian is unbeatable. Haotian Taoism will not let the Academy or the Tang Empire off. And this time, without the Headmaster, the Academy can no longer fight against the whole world as it has for thousands of years. So the Tang Empire will lose. "
"If the Tang Empire wants to survive, it can only return to the embrace of Haotian."
"I know you have an agreement with Prince Huiyuan. But don't forget that the Tangs are also believers of Haotian. You are also a Tang. So I hope you can make the process less bloody."
He Mingchi was silent for a long time. Then he kowtowed heavily and said, "I will fight for it with my life."
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The rain continued, but Chang 'an seemed to have snowed.
The thousand-year-old ancient city turned white overnight. Countless banners fluttered on the streets. The people who stood under the eaves to shelter from the rain looked sorrowful. Many people even wore mourning clothes.
Only a small part of this mournful whiteness was dedicated to the Headmaster. Because the Headmaster was not prominent, not many ordinary people knew that the guardian of the world had left.
The people of Chang 'an mourned and missed the guardian of the Tang Empire. Their kind and wise Emperor, who had won the hearts of the people, had passed away. It was worth it in exchange for the cries of countless people.
The civil and military officials knelt in the rain in front of the palace hall. The officials' official robes were already wet, and the generals' armors were washed by the rain.
A eunuch stood in front of the stone steps and read the edict.
Several Grand Secretaries, ministers, and important generals stood behind the eunuch. Their expressions were different. Some were surprised, some were pleasantly surprised, but the bottom line was sadness.
The Tang Empire had not had time to wake up from its sadness before it welcomed its new master.
Li Huiyuan walked to the chair in the center of the hall and sat down.
From this moment on, he was no longer a prince, but the Emperor.
His face was still unhealthy pale, but he was no longer immature, nor did he look unnaturally noble. The indifference in his eyes had long turned into majesty, but his expression was natural and gentle.
It was not until then that the officials of the Tang Empire realized that the prince had grown up.
Looking at the new Emperor, who was gradually becoming more and more valiant, sitting on the chair, there was an old minister who was the only one left. Looking at the face that resembled his father, he was moved to tears.
The officials and generals on the Queen's side knelt down with their colleagues. They were silent and respectful, but their hearts were heavy. They even had doubts about the edict.
However, the edict could not be forged, so their doubts had no evidence.
They could only wait for the Queen to bring another prince back to Chang 'an with the coffin of the former Emperor.
Before that, they could only place their hopes on two places that could change everything.
A minister went to the Academy, but the Academy closed its doors and did not receive any guests.
The minister then remembered that the Headmaster of the Academy had passed away.
A minister went to the Southern Gate Temple. Later, people in the court learned that the edict of the Emperor was kept there, so they wanted to ask the Nation Master, Li Qingshan.
The door of the Southern Gate Temple opened, and He Mingchi walked out with a white cloth belt around his waist.
The Nation Master, Li Qingshan, had passed away.
From now on, he was the new Abbey Dean of the Southern Gate Temple, and also the Master of the South School of Haotian Taoism.
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(There are many great reviews in the book review section. Some are about the Headmaster of the Academy, some are about Sangsang, some are about the general trend of the world, and some are about Ning Que's future battle. If you are interested, you can go and read it. It's very good. Tomorrow is Saturday, and there will be no updates. I will also take a good rest. I was wrong when I said I would take a break. On the day I said I would take a break, I updated three chapters. Please understand. In addition, I will continue to publish on Sunday. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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