Powerful cultivators like Liu Bai, Jun Mo, and Ye Su had always existed. The world a thousand years ago was a world of powerful cultivators. Whether royal or ordinary people, they were just pitiful people struggling in the cracks.
However, there was a sage every thousand years. As the Headmaster built the Tang Empire, the West-Hill Divine Palace made corresponding changes, and the situation changed fundamentally.
With the two mountains of the Academy and the West-Hill Divine Palace, even the strongest cultivator had to obey the rules of the secular world. Unless they could surpass the Five States, they would find that there was always a blue sky above their heads, making it impossible for them to get out.
Now that the Headmaster had ascended to Heaven, Heaven did not seem to care about the human world anymore. The West-Hill Divine Palace had suffered great losses in the war, and the deterrence of the two mountains and the blue sky was weakening.
Under such circumstances, powerful cultivators could naturally breathe more fresh air, not to mention people like Liu Bai, the Sage of Sword, who could surpass the Five States at any time if he wanted to. Therefore, the emperor of the South Jin Kingdom died quietly. It was a natural thing because he did not understand the changes in the world.
The more powerful the person, the more freedom they had. Once they had the ability to control this freedom over the human world, the human world would fall into chaos, just like the barbaric years before the Tang Empire.
Now it depended on whether a visiting professor of the Divine Hall like Liu Bai still had enough respect for Haotian Taoism. At the same time, it depended on whether the people in the Academy could open an umbrella for the people like the Headmaster.
Judging from the current situation, the West-Hill Divine Palace had been weakened the most in this war. However, the Haotian Taoism Sect had ruled the world for countless years, and its foundation was unimaginable. No one knew if there was a hermit in the Knowing destiny State hiding in a simple Taoist temple on a mountain.
Other than Master Qi Mei who was seriously injured, the power of the Buddhism Sect was not affected much. Neither Qi Nian, the World Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect, nor the soldier monks of the Xuankong Temple joined the war. It was because of the Buddhism Sect's own philosophy that they would not take the initiative.
Other than Taoism and Buddhism Sect, the most powerful force in the world was the Golden Palace. Other than the wolf-like cavalry, the Nation Master and the dozen high priests were enough to deter most cultivators.
The Sword Garret of the South Jin Kingdom had already begun to show its edge. The aristocratic families who had been keeping a low profile for many years now dared to show their faces in this precarious time. The secular world, which had been controlled by the three Unknown Lands for countless years, was bound to become chaotic. No one knew what would happen in the end.
If they wanted to see the future of the human world clearly, all the cultivation sects had to keep an eye on the Academy in the south of Chang 'an City. No matter how silent the Academy was now, it was still the Academy.
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"In the future, it will be the world of the strong cultivators. Unless the Headmaster of the Academy returns to the human world, or the West-Hill Divine Palace recovers its power in the shortest time possible, there will be chaos for a while. "
Ning Que looked into the carriage through the green curtain and said, "You should be soberly aware of this now. Those ministers should also be aware of this and learn to accept reality."
In the new year, the situation in Chang 'an was chaotic and complicated. When the external pressure exerted on the Tang Empire by the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army and the cavalry of the Golden Palace temporarily disappeared, some hidden problems gradually surfaced in the Tang Empire's seemingly united court.
Especially a few days ago, when the news of Hua Shanyue's death came from the frontline, the entire Chang 'an City was shaken.
Hua Shanyue was a descendant of an aristocratic family. He had become the military supervisor of the three states of the Gushan Commandery a few years ago. He was very powerful in the army and had a high status. He was expected to become a future general of the Tang Empire.
In the Tang Empire's army, dying in battle was not just a tragedy for ordinary soldiers. It was common for generals to die on the battlefield. Generals of a higher rank than Hua Shanyue had been killed by the enemy's arrows countless times in the Tang Empire's thousands of years of history. Logically speaking, the news of Hua Shanyue's death would definitely cause sorrow and regret in the court, but not such a violent shock.
But that was not the case. As the military supervisor of the three states, Hua Shanyue did not need to take the lead. At least, he did not need to lead his subordinates into the dangerous battlefield when the war was gradually calming down. Most importantly, everyone knew the reason why Hua Shanyue was sent to the Northern Battlefront Army by the Academy.
Therefore, the news of Hua Shanyue's death ignited the anger of the Princess's faction in a very short time. After the court meeting the day before yesterday, the white-haired minister of the Ministry of Rites shouted at the palace wall with tears streaming down his face, "Even if he is guilty, how can he die without a trial? Your Majesty, how can you face His Majesty? "
The minister of the Ministry of Rites was a bigwig of the Princess's faction. There were many people like him in the court. Moreover, the Hua Family was an aristocratic family of the Tang Empire and had many close disciples and old friends.
If the Empress and the Academy chose to purge the power in the court at this time, it would definitely hurt people's hearts. But if they did not hurt people's hearts, they would inevitably be in chaos.
The fact that the Empress was the Saintess of the Diabolism was still not accepted by many people in the Tang Empire. The most dangerous thing was that if the chaos of the people's hearts was linked to the accusation of the Tang Imperial Family by Haotian Taoism, it would definitely bring great trouble to the Tang Empire. The West-Hill Divine Palace had not launched an attack on public opinion in this regard, but everyone knew that it was only a temporary calm.
There were many horse carriages parked in front of the House of Red Sleeves, but it was very quiet inside the building. There was no sound of musical instruments, music, or applause after a dance.
There were more than ten tables in the hall. The people sitting behind the tables were all important figures in the Princess's faction. Some of them looked angry, some were thoughtful, and some were calm and silent.
No matter what emotions they were feeling, they looked at the table in front of them coldly.
The table was placed in front of them, some distance away from the other tables. Ning Que sat behind the table and quietly looked at the ministers in front of him with different expressions.
He was Mr. Thirteen of the Academy, and no one in the Tang Empire dared to disrespect him. But at this time, no one paid attention to him, so he seemed very lonely.
Ning Que was very used to this kind of loneliness, whether it was in Min Mountain or in the Wilderness.
He raised the flagon and filled the cup in front of him. He looked at the ministers in front of him and said, "I know what you are thinking. You are not reconciled, or you are not convinced, or you are suspicious of the Empress, or you think that I have done something inappropriate."
The ministers slightly raised their eyebrows and thought, "Do you really dare to admit it?"
Ning Que raised his cup and said, "But I will not explain to you, because I don't need to. The law of the Tang Empire is above, and rules must be obeyed. When the Tang army can go south from the Verdant Canyon, recover the Qinghe River, or go deep into the Wilderness and burn the Golden Tent, we will talk about what happened today."
A minister said, "Then why did Mr. Thirteen ask us to come here today?"
Ning Que said, "I want you to shut up."
The minister could not restrain his anger and scolded, "Why do you want us to shut up?"
Ning Que said, "Spreading rumors without evidence is a false accusation. At this time, doing such a thing is tantamount to treason. You should know the seriousness of the matter. If you don't shut up, what do you want to do?"
"We want to see Her Highness."
"No." Ning Que said, "Her Highness is a criminal, and no one can see her. If you insist, then tomorrow we will start the trial of Her Highness for tampering with the edict of the late emperor."
"Then let's start the trial."
The silent minister of the Ministry of Rites finally spoke. His voice was a little tired and sad. He said, "At least I can't watch Her Highness die quietly like General Hua."
Ning Que looked at the wine cup in his hand and was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Then let's see her."
As he said this, the bead curtain behind him moved slightly and made a clear and melodious sound. Li Yu, who was wearing a palace dress, walked slowly into the hall accompanied by two handmaidens.
There was a sudden sound of bowls and plates in the building. More than ten ministers stood up and looked at Li Yu with shock and excitement. After a while, they came to their senses and bowed to her.
This was the first time since the incident that Li Yu had left the Princess Residence. It was also the first time these people in the court had seen her. At this moment, seeing that Her Highness was in good spirits even though she was a little thin, the ministers finally calmed down.
Li Yu looked at these ministers and thought about how these people still did not abandon her even in this situation. She could not help but feel touched. She bowed and said, "Thank you, everyone."
The ministers said in unison, "We dare not."
Ning Que held the wine cup and looked at it as if he was an outsider.
Then he raised his head and looked at the ministers. He said, "If you still can't calm down, I can promise you that Her Highness will not die quietly like Hua Shanyue. I will let her die in front of you and let everyone in the world see the scene of her death."
The ministers were still immersed in the excitement of seeing Her Highness. When they suddenly heard Ning Que's words, they suddenly felt as if they had been pierced by an ice knife and a chill went straight into their organs.
A young general sitting in the corner shouted angrily, "Who dares to touch Her Highness!"
Ning Que drank up the wine in his cup and got up to leave the hall. He walked upstairs.
He did not answer the young general, nor did any of the ministers in the hall. It was extremely quiet in the building. Only the sound of people's rapid breathing could be heard.
Because of anger, nervousness, and fear.
They finally remembered that Ning Que even dared to kill the emperor.
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In the room on the top floor of the House of Red Sleeves, the table was covered with embroidered cloth and a celadon bowl was filled with tremella soup. The bottom of the porcelain bowl was placed on the gorgeous peony flower.
Ning Que drank up the tremella soup and wiped his mouth. He said, "I just drank a cup of wine. I don't need to wake up."
Mistress Jian said, "The problem is that you didn't eat much of the snacks on the table."
Ning Que then realized that she had been watching what happened downstairs. He said, "I really have no mood to eat these days."
Mistress Jian said, "I asked Dewdrop to cook glutinous rice balls. I remember you like them."
"Thank you, Aunt Jian."
Ning Que paused for a while and continued, "Tonight's matter, the Academy gave Aunt Jian face."
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(Tomorrow is Saturday. Two chapters for those who asked for leave the day before yesterday. Happy reading this weekend.) (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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