The news of what happened in the Imperial Ancestral Temple in the morning was immediately blocked, but it was impossible to block it …
At least, it wasn't something that Ma Xiong could block.
Not to mention others, there were many people in Linzi City who could get something out of him. He didn't dare to keep quiet.
The first ones to know about this were naturally those who had a lot of power within the city's Inspection Office.
People like Chung Geng Sheng were closely connected to the people involved.
The Li family wasn't the first to get the news, but it wasn't slow either.
After Jiang Wang left for about an hour, someone came in to report. After two rounds of verification, it was exactly as Jiang Wang said.
At that time, the Li family's old matriarch was sitting at the head of the table, leisurely drinking tea.
The current Marquis of Guicheng, Li Zhengyan, and Li Zhengshu were discussing this matter.
Ever since Li Zhengyan became the head of the family, the old matriarch rarely expressed her opinion on family matters.
Other than drinking tea and listening to opera, she would occasionally hit Li Longchuan with her dragon-headed walking stick.
But the people below said that before Jiang Wang went to the ninth Marquis' shrine, he came from the first Marquis of Guicheng's shrine and had just worshipped the first Marquis of Guicheng …
The old matriarch couldn't help but say, "What a good child."
Li Zhengyan and Li Zhengshu looked at each other and smiled.
… …
… …
After leaving the Li family, Jiang Wang returned to the Xiashan Villa.
No matter how much the situation in Linzi was changing and how many people were uneasy. One's own cultivation was the foundation of one's position. The results of the Yellow River Meeting were the steps to advancement.
Jiang Wang was always clear-headed. He knew what he wanted and worked hard for it.
He locked himself in his room and studied the fire world technique.
He had to admit one thing.
Although he had easily defeated Lei Zhanqian, it seemed that he had an overwhelming advantage. But in reality, his fire source totem was far inferior to Lei Zhanqian's thunder source totem.
The fire source totem's power wasn't enough to maintain a balance with the Samadhi True Fire. Even if the fire world technique was constructed under his guidance, he was already doing his best to suppress the Samadhi True Fire.
The difference in quality needed to be closed with quantity.
Therefore, during this period of time, Jiang Wang had no choice but to allocate more cultivation time to the Fire Source Diagram. After all, it was a powerful cultivation technique from a different world. It was not so easy to study it thoroughly.
Fortunately, his fire essence totem wasn't just a fire essence totem. It had already merged with the White Bone Lotus to form a Broiled Flame Bone Lotus.
The non-elemental star power could be transformed into any kind of power, including totem power. Only with the support of the two elements could he barely maintain a balance.
However, if he wanted to reach the requirements of the Fire World Technique as soon as possible, it was impossible for him to not put in more effort in the Fire Origin Diagram.
From day to night, time passed quickly as he cultivated.
Of course, cultivation was tough.
When others were dressed in fine clothes and riding horses, when others were indulging in debauchery, he was always burying his head and trekking forever.
Enduring loneliness and solitude, fighting against the instinct of comfort.
However, being able to cultivate in peace was, in many cases, a blessing.
The news of the Ninth Return Marquis's Spirit Temple had already spread throughout the capital.
That night in Linzi, countless people were unable to sleep!
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…
The current Emperor Qi sat in court almost every day.
From Maoshi to Chenshi, he sat for four hours a day, rain or shine.
He only had one day of rest every ten days. It had been 55 years since then.
It could be said that he was not diligent.
Under his rule, the Qi Emperor was undoubtedly the overlord of the Eastern Region. He looked around and his might was spread far and wide.
Maoshi was the start time of the morning court session. Therefore, when it was still Chenshi, most of the officials participating in the court session had already arrived. The doctors in the Political Affairs Hall had already discussed today's political affairs in advance.
Even at the end of the fifth month, the sun had not risen yet.
The great Linzi City lay dormant in the long night.
On the vast square outside the Purple Extreme Hall, civil and military officials moved like ants from all over and slowly gathered together.
Then, according to their status and rank, they silently lined up and waited for the bell to ring.
In the past years, countless officials had walked through this square countless times.
However, today was different.
If one looked down from above, if one's line of sight was not covered by the night sky, one would be able to see —
The 'ants' gathered on the huge white stone square, regardless of status, deliberately circled around, leaving a huge blank space on the square.
In the middle of the blank space was a small black dot.
A small ant.
When the sky gradually broke through the endless night and the world welcomed the dawn.
Dang ~
The bell on the Stargazing Tower had already rung.
This sound was vigorous and long, spreading throughout the 300 miles of the huge city. It made one's heart clear, mind awake, and nature clear.
The great city of Linzi woke up.
Two warriors with blades each held one side and slowly pushed open the huge door of the Purple Extreme Hall.
As it was still early and the sky was not bright enough, the Crimson Sun Pearl hanging on the dome of the Purple Extreme Hall was pouring down light.
The magnificent hall was exposed to everyone's sight.
The civil and military officials silently filed in. The lonely black dot on the square was still lonely.
Now, the sky was gradually brightening.
The world became clearer.
Let one's gaze go down, let one's gaze fall again.
One could see the kneeling figure on the square becoming clearer and clearer.
It was a thin figure with a bare upper body.
He was only wearing a single pair of pants, his long hair scattered as he knelt on the square outside the Purple Extreme Hall.
Today, all the civil and military officials who came to court saw him, but none of them seemed to have seen him.
No one greeted him, and no one gave him a second glance.
Some were concerned, some were expectant, some were worried, some were secretly delighted … but they were all silent.
The person kneeling here was the Eleventh Prince of Da Qi, the Palace Master of the Longevity Palace, Jiang Wuqi.
After taking off the fox fur coat that covered his body all year round, one would find that he was really thin.
On his bare back, the segments of his spine were almost completely exposed to the air. One could only think of one word — skinny.
"Cough cough, cough cough."
The huge square was so quiet today. No one was whispering. There was only his occasional cough that could not be stopped and the cold morning wind.
What a lonely cough.
In the Purple Extreme Hall, everything seemed to be no different from usual.
What should be done was done, and what should be argued was argued. But there was always … something missing.
For many people, the four hours of the morning court session today were incomparably difficult to endure.
The civil and military officials in the Purple Extreme Hall were all pretending that nothing was wrong, but who could be completely undistracted?
The Palace Master of the Longevity Palace was involved in the assassination of the Emperor. In any country or dynasty, this almost meant … endless blood.
In Da Qi's magnificent battle for the throne, it seemed that one of the contenders was going to withdraw today. This was a major matter that involved the entire Da Qi. No one could stay out of this matter.
Perhaps only the Son of Heaven, who sat high up on the Dragon Throne, was still as calm as ever.
The Emperor's heart was hard to predict.
No matter what.
Whether it was suffering or anticipation.
Four long hours passed, and the absent-minded memorial finally came to an end.
Those political opponents who were the most passionate about arguing in the past could not help but be a little less excited today. The officials who won the debate were not satisfied, and the officials who lost the debate were not depressed.
The Chief Eunuch of the Ceremony Directorate, Han Ling, stood in front of the Emperor and announced, "Court is dismissed!"
From his perspective, the civil and military officials retreated like the tide, pouring out of the Purple Extreme Hall and into the huge square, flowing in all directions.
The only thing that did not change was the blank space and the black dot in the blank space.
The Emperor of Da Qi did not make a sound.
Han Ling also seemed to have become a statue.
It should not have been long, but it felt like a long time.
The Emperor stood up.
Han Ling opened his mouth to shout, "Set off," but the Emperor pressed down with his hand.
As the Chief Eunuch closest to the Emperor of Da Qi, Han Ling did not turn his head from beginning to end, but he had already swallowed his voice.
The Emperor left the dragon throne and walked down the Emperor's throne.
It was already seven in the morning, the time for the "morning meal." The commoners usually had breakfast at this time.
The sky was already bright.
The Crimson Sun Pearl hanging in the Purple Extreme Hall had already dimmed its light.
The Emperor walked out slowly. Every step seemed to be stepping on the light.
When he finally walked out of the Purple Extreme Hall and stood on the high steps.
There was no other figure in the huge white stone square, except for Jiang Wuqi.
The shirtless, kneeling on the ground with his hair down, looking at him — his son.
"This child is mine!"
The Emperor suddenly remembered that he had said this sentence before.
So his gaze fell.
He first looked at the huge white stone slabs in the square in front of him, then at the knees that were close to the ground, then at the naked, thin upper body, and then at the handsome face — if it was not for the lingering illness, this face would be more outstanding.
The naked Jiang Wuqi with his hair down was indescribably graceful as he knelt on the ground.
The Emperor looked into his eyes and then looked at the white jade in his mouth.
Holding a treasure in the mouth was a funeral gift for nobles.
Jiang Wuqi was indicating that he was already a dead man.
Jiang Wuqi should have been a dead man a long time ago.
A long time ago … when he was still in his mother's womb.
It was a winter night in the 38th year of the Yuanfeng era. The Qi Emperor personally led the troops outside to eliminate the rebels.
And Jiang Wuqi's mother, Noble Consort Lei, was assassinated in the palace of Da Qi when she was pregnant with him. Before she died, she did everything she could to protect her belly.
When the strong masters of the palace arrived, the assassin had already self-destructed.
Until now, they had not found out who the mastermind was.
When the Qi Emperor rushed back, he only saw the body of Noble Consort Lei and the child that was cut open.
The Qi Emperor said with tears, "Although my beloved consort abandoned me, she did not abandon my son!"
Hence the name, "Not abandoned."
When Jiang Wuqi was still a fetus, he suffered a fatal injury. The strong master of the palace who was on duty that night risked his life to save him, saving his life.
But it was only a slim chance of survival.
Even if the Qi Emperor had the power of heaven and earth, a congenitally deficient baby that was just cut open could not bear any of his means.
Since then, the frost poison had entered his life and could not be cured by medicine. And as he grew older, the frost poison became stronger and deeper into his life. At that time, the Director of the Imperial Academy of Medicine concluded that this child would not live past the age of ten.
When Jiang Wuqi was nine years old, the Qi Emperor wanted to change his blood and bones and reconstruct a new body for him. Then, he would use the secret method of the royal family to remove the frost poison that had entered his life.
At that time, he only asked one question, "After changing my blood and bones, will I still be the prince of Da Qi?"
The answer was naturally no.
No matter how much the Qi Emperor loved him, he could not exchange the blood of his other children for his.
Therefore, Jiang Wuqi chose to reject.
He would rather die than live a mediocre life. Even if he, Jiang Wuqi, died, he wanted to die as a noble.
Otherwise, why did that woman, his mother, struggle for so long in the cold night?
Before he was nine years old, he practiced martial arts to strengthen his body.
After he was nine years old, he opened his meridians to cultivate.
The frost poison entered his life and would grow along with his cultivation. The stronger he was, the faster he would die. But only by becoming stronger could he have a chance to change his fate.
This was a paradox.
No matter what the outcome was, it should lead to death.
No one felt that he could survive, but he did.
Not only did he survive the calamity at the age of ten, but he also lived until today.
Not only did he live until today, but he also made the emperor personally supervise the construction of the Longevity Palace for him. He became one of the few people most likely to fight for the throne of Da Qi!
He had struggled since birth until now.
He was on the verge of collapse, as if he would die at any moment. But he was like a candle in the wind. After so many years, he was still swaying, and the light became more and more dazzling.
Today, Jiang Wuqi knelt here, indicating that he was already a dead man.
How could the heart of the emperor of Da Qi not have any ripples?
The emperor carried the will of the heavens and ruled over the people. He was born to be a loner.
But could he really be emotionless?
The expedition in the 38th year of the Yuanfeng Era was the last time the emperor personally led an expedition.
Since then, he had never left Linzi City.
His unpredictable heart, had he ever thought of that cold night?
No courtier dared to stay in the square in front of the Purple Extreme Hall.
The head eunuch of the Ceremony Directorate stood silently by the door of the Purple Extreme Hall. Even the sound of his breathing was drowned out, and he didn't show any sense of existence.
The emperor of Da Qi walked down the high steps and walked in front of Jiang Wuqi. He reached out and took the white jade in his mouth.
Jiang Wuqi grew up soaking in a medicinal pool, so he was afraid of the cold. Today, he knelt naked outside the Purple Extreme Hall, waiting for his punishment.
Every gust of cold wind was more painful than a knife to him, who had frost poison in his life.
But his coughing stopped before the emperor came out.
He resisted the urge to cough in front of the emperor.
Over the years, those uncontrollable coughs had become the only way for him to ease the pain.
He was a strong-willed person.
At this moment, he pursed his lips and didn't say a word, but tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
These tears were boiling hot.
The emperor of Da Qi held the white jade in his hand and looked at him quietly.
After a moment of silence, he asked, "Jiang Wuqi, did you order someone to assassinate me? Did you send someone to the Nine Return Temple to taint my name? "
Jiang Wuqi said with tears, "Although it wasn't done by Erchen, but … Erchen is guilty of negligence!"
The emperor said lightly, "A country has its laws, and a family has its rules. The crime of negligence is not punishable by death. "
Jiang Wuqi supported himself with both hands on the ground and lowered his head. He choked with sobs, "Father …"
The emperor of Da Qi flipped his hand, "I'll accept this jade."
Then, he waved his sleeves and strode away.
Han Ling hurriedly followed behind.
He shouted, "Set off!"
This voice spread far and wide in the huge square.
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