Duke Lu knew that Jing Jiu had a close relationship with the Emperor, even more than he had imagined.
Back when Jing Jiu entered the palace and met the Emperor, the Emperor stopped administering the medicine to the Royal Concubine Hu the next day and was about to depose Prince Jing Xin.
This event shocked Duke Lu.
Who would have thought that the Aoyama Sect had such a great influence on the Royal Palace and had hidden it so well?
However, the Zhongzhou School was the number one sect in the world. Though it was not as powerful as the Aoyama Sect in the south, its influence in Zhaoge City was much more powerful than that of the Aoyama Sect.
And Yimaozhai had shown an unyielding attitude …
The Emperor was the ruler of the world, and what he sought was peace for a thousand generations. As such, he had to consider the opinions of the majority of the people, so he couldn't make a decision on his own.
Duke Lu was worried that Jing Jiu would have a bad opinion of the Emperor because of this, so he said so on purpose.
He didn't expect that Jing Jiu didn't respond to him, and instead wanted to see the young prince. What did he mean by this?
It was late at night, and the royal palace was very quiet. Duke Lu led Jing Jiu to the outside of the Royal Concubine Hu's palace, and informed the people in the palace somehow.
The lights were not on, and the palace was as quiet as before. A maidservant led them into the palace from the side door.
Duke Lu halted in front of the grand hall, lowering his head to admire his own shadow.
He wasn't sure if he should hear the following conversation. Since Jing Jiu didn't ask him to, it was better to listen less.
The Royal Concubine Hu sat on the bed with one leg bent, her black hair draped over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her dress was full of wrinkles, and the collar of her dress wasn't fastened properly, exposing her fair skin.
She had fallen asleep and had just been woken up. Her plump body seemed to emit the warmth from the bedding, so she was still a little angry.
"Why do people of the Aoyama Sect like to talk about things in the middle of the night? Aren't you afraid of rumors? "
She said this while looking at Jing Jiu. She was still innocent and adorable, but she looked even more alluring with a hint of laziness.
Jing Jiu looked at her in Silence. He didn't say a word, as if he was looking at a painting. He seemed to be appreciating it, but at the same time, he didn't seem to be paying attention.
Royal Concubine Hu said nothing more, staring back at Jing Jiu with a calm expression in her eyes.
In the past few years, she had matured a lot.
Danger and pressure from the outside world, especially the harm that the offspring might suffer, was the best way for a mother to grow up quickly.
Plum blossoms only bloom when wind and frost collide.
Concubine Mei, who was once favored by her, had already been driven out of the palace by her.
In the end, it was Royal Concubine Hu who broke the silence, because she was the one who needed help.
"Peak Master Zhao promised to help me in the past."
She looked at Jing Jiu and said seriously, "We can't just send some cured meat every year, right?"
He was serious because he was anxious, and anxious because he was afraid.
His Majesty had treated her well all these years, but the power behind Jing Xin was too strong.
She was a fox demon who was born to be good at seducing people, but she couldn't turn those terrible cultivators into her supporters.
All she could do was think about it with her pitiful intelligence, and the more she thought about it, the more desperate she felt.
Shenmo Peak was only one of the nine peaks of Aoyama. Though it was the inheritance of the Immortal Jingyang, the people on the peak were still young, and their Cultivation states and experience were not high enough.
How could they withstand the pressure from the Zhongzhou School and Yimaozhai?
What would happen to her and her son when Jing Xin became the emperor decades later?
Jing Jiu didn't answer her question, saying, "I want to see that child."
Royal Concubine Hu hesitated a bit, but she asked a maidservant to carry the child out after some thought.
Not long after Jing Jiu came back from the snowland, Royal Concubine Hu, who had been pregnant for a few years, finally gave birth to a prince.
Although it sounded a little strange, there was indeed a connection between the two incidents.
Looking at this child who had a close relationship with him, Jing Jiu let out a faint smile.
"His name is Jing Yao."
For some reason, Royal Concubine Hu felt nervous, just like when she was selected to enter the palace.
"It's a good name," said Jing Jiu.
The word "Yao" meant lofty.
The little prince Jing Yao had just woken up, and was still a bit groggy. He sat by the side of Royal Concubine Hu, suppressing his sleepiness while rubbing his slightly red eyes, looking quite obedient.
Recalling the scene when he saw his "nephew" for the first time, Jing Jiu asked, "Do you want a hug?"
Looking at Jing Jiu's face, the little prince nodded with his eyes wide open, and then opened his arms.
Jing Jiu wouldn't hug him for real, because he had never hugged anything except Liu Ada.
The little prince glanced at Royal Concubine Hu and found his mother didn't show any reaction. He pulled back his arms and sat back down, looking aggrieved with his head lowered.
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to his reaction, asking, "What do you like?"
Royal Concubine Hu was certain that Jing Jiu was inspecting her son, feeling even more nervous, but she couldn't say anything.
The little prince thought about it seriously for a while, and then said in a soft voice, "Yellow sugar cake."
Royal Concubine Hu felt a bit embarrassed. She explained that the palace maid had made some in the small kitchen during the New Year's Day, and the little kid had found out about it and ate a few pieces secretly.
"Just this once. I don't usually let him eat too much sugar, because it's said that it's bad for his Cultivation."
Jing Jiu thought that Cultivation had nothing to do with eating sugar. He said, "He has to eat it when he wants to; this is true. He can eat it secretly at such a young age; this is wisdom. If he knows, he should tell me on his own initiative, so that I won't be unhappy if I find out later. This is Zhen, very similar to his father. You've taught him well. You've done a good job. "
Hearing this comment, Royal Concubine Hu was overjoyed. She asked the old maidservant to take the little prince back, and then waited for what Jing Jiu had to say next.
As expected, Jing Jiu asked directly, "Are you willing to let him be the disciple of our Aoyama Sect?"
Royal Concubine Hu had been guessing his intention, and had thought about it many times; there was no reason for her to be unwilling.
Jing Jiu was the youngest elder of the Aoyama Sect, a famous figure in the Cultivation circle, and the personal disciple of the Immortal Jingyang.
Regardless of seniority, prestige, or inheritance, it could be said that he was perfect and flawless.
Who wouldn't want such a teacher?
Seeing the expression in Royal Concubine Hu's eyes, Jing Jiu knew that she had misunderstood him. "It's not me," he said.
He was the Master of the little prince Jing Yao, so the seniority was not correct.
Royal Concubine Hu was taken aback slightly, and said awkwardly, "Isn't Peak Master Zhao a bit too cold?"
In her mind, since it was not Jing Jiu, it had to be Zhao Layue. But she didn't realize that the seniority was still incorrect.
Jing Jiu said, "The Master I've chosen for him is Gu Qing. Gu Qing is competent, meticulous, and elegant, so he should be able to communicate with Jing Yao. "
Royal Concubine Hu of course knew who Gu Qing was.
The Gu Clan was a large clan in the south, and they had been secretly supporting her schemes in the imperial court over the years.
Most importantly, she couldn't forget the young man who didn't even take a glance at her in the grand hall.
He had also said some very harsh words to her.
If it was that man … she wouldn't like it.
As Royal Concubine Hu was about to refuse, she suddenly felt that she would miss a lot of opportunities if she refused Jing Jiu's request.
After a moment of silence, she said, "Okay."
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After returning to his manor, Jing Jiu wrote a letter back to the Aoyama Sect.
The letter was for Gu Qing, and Jing Jiu pointed out the purpose of the letter.
Teaching the prince might affect his Cultivation, but it would only take a few years, so it wasn't a big delay.
Jing Jiu handed the letter to Duke Lu, and said, "When Gu Qing arrives, you arrange for him to go to the Royal Palace and let him study with Jing Yao for two years."
Duke Lu felt the weight of the letter was as heavy as a mountain.
The news that Gu Qing had become the teacher of the young prince would spread throughout Chaotian in a short time.
Was this how the Aoyama Sect showed its sword directly?
Duke Lu thought of what Jing Jiu had said, wondering why the Emperor didn't arrange it himself if such an important matter required the consent of the Emperor.
Jing Jiu knew what was on his mind, saying, "I have something more important to do."
"What do you need me to do?" asked Duke Lu.
Jing Jiu said, "I can't do it without you …"
Duke Lu suddenly had a bad feeling.
"I want to go to Taichang Temple."
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