(Some readers have said that yesterday's chapter was to fit in with the plot of the television series, but of course not. My design and choices for the plot of the novel will not be influenced by any adaptation. How I write is completely based on how I want to write it. I will write whatever I think is cool. Everyone will understand if they keep reading. My writing is truly excellent.)
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Mo Yu, the Prince of Louyang, Grand Tutor Bai Ying, the ministers, and the guards all turned their heads in shock.
The Prince of Xiang and Eunuch Lin's expressions suddenly changed, and even Cao Yunping revealed an expression of shock.
No one noticed that a delicate and pretty eunuch on the second floor was also looking over.
The Prince of Louyang lowered his arm in a daze.
That bright yellow finally appeared in front of everyone.
The Emperor of the Great Zhou, Yuren.
"Your Majesty!"
Several shouts rang out.
Yuren calmly gazed down at Eunuch Lin.
Eunuch Lin suddenly felt a little hot, not in his body, but in his face. Why?
"It was not your adopted son who had the eunuchs and maids hide. It was We who decreed it."
Yuren's expression was gentle and calm, and his voice was getting more and more normal. "Swords and spears have no eyes, and the affairs of the state have nothing to do with them. Why let them be injured, even killed?"
Eunuch Lin was quiet for a few moments, then said, "Your Majesty is truly a benevolent sovereign."
Yuren said, "Teacher and you both want me to be a benevolent sovereign, but if We were forced to abdicate by rebels and traitors using the lives of the common people, then We would not be a benevolent sovereign, but an incapable sovereign."
His words became smoother and smoother, until they were no different from those of a normal person, though his voice was still a little hoarse.
No one noticed what he was saying to Eunuch Lin, because they were all shocked by the fact that he was speaking.
His Majesty was not mute and could speak? Then why had he never said anything before? Not even Eunuch Lin, who had served him for ten-some years, knew.
It would have been fine if this was some sort of hidden trick, but it was just speaking. What use was there in making it a secret?
Under the several dozen shocked gazes, Yuren knew what they were all thinking. He originally didn't want to answer, but after some thought, he still gave his answer.
"I don't know how to lie, so when I left the capital as a child, Master told me not to speak. Later on, I got used to not speaking.
"Living in Xining Village, there are times when I don't even need to gesture with my master or my junior brother. I can tell what they want with just a glance, and there's even less need to speak."
"Later, when I came to Jingdou and became the Emperor, the thing I did the most every day was to read memorials. I just had to write with a pen, and I didn't need to speak."
"Even in court, I found that it's best to just listen and not speak, because it's less troublesome and quiet."
"Since I don't need to speak, why should I speak?"
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If there was no need, there was naturally no need to do it.
No one would run a dozen laps around the continent for no reason, passing through grasslands, snow-capped mountains, and the four seasons countless times, unless his wife quietly left one night.
The Prince of Xiang said, "So Your Majesty was pretending to be deaf and mute."
Yuren replied, "Yes, I've seen all the records of Emperor Taizong, and I've also seen a few wise sovereigns of the previous dynasties. I realized that they were all very skilled at feigning ignorance."
The Prince of Xiang fell into deep thought, then shook his head. "Your Majesty truly is extraordinary. Fortunately, you only concealed the fact that you can speak."
Yuren wanted to say something, but he did not have the time. After all, today was his first time speaking, so his reaction was inevitably a little slow.
"In the future, I will also learn to feign ignorance."
The Prince of Xiang continued, "But please first write the edict of abdication. There is no need to speak for this matter, only to use a pen. Your Majesty should be very familiar with it."
Yuren said nothing, only shook his head.
The Prince of Xiang sighed and said, "Then I can only apologize."
At this moment, the young eunuch standing behind the golden railing on the second floor suddenly walked out and took off his hat.
She looked at the Prince of Xiang and asked, "Your Highness, are you sure that you insist on doing this?"
Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her picturesque appearance was enchanting. Many of the old officials in the hall quickly recognized the girl's identity.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! "
Everyone thought in shock. Luoluo had suddenly appeared in the Great Zhou Imperial Palace. Did she represent the stance of the Demi-human race?
Then what was going on with the North-Pacifying Army that was attacking the Imperial Palace with the rebel army?
The Prince of Xiang froze for a moment, then he smiled and shook his head.
Cao Yunping also smiled, his expression gentle as he said, "Your Highness, there is no need to make trouble."
Cao Yunping also smiled, his expression gentle as he said, "Your Highness, there is no need to make trouble."
Luoluo arched her brows and said, "Before I entered the palace, I had already subdued the North-Pacifying Army. Xuanyuan Po is currently in the Orthodox Academy precisely to stop you."
Cao Yunping smiled and said, "If the venerable Daoist and Chen Changsheng lead their soldiers back to the south, you and Xuanyuan Po will be lying in ambush, because the White Emperor will appear and defeat me and Your Highness, becoming the benefactor that saved the Great Zhou. If the venerable Daoist does not return, it means that he has abandoned His Majesty, the White Emperor will not appear, and everything you do will be meaningless."
Luoluo understood what he meant, and her small face paled.
Everything was under the White Emperor's control, or else how could she have so easily escaped White Emperor City, and how could Xuanyuan Po have been able to hide in the North-Pacifying Army for so long?
The Prince of Xiang and Cao Yunping did not know of her and Xuanyuan Po's existence.
But she and Xuanyuan Po were just chess pieces, actors. They moved according to the White Emperor's thoughts, constantly changing the roles they played.
The White Emperor had still not appeared, which meant that he had decided to fulfill his agreement with the Prince of Xiang.
This also meant that, just as Cao Yunping had said, everything Luoluo and Xuanyuan Po had done had lost its meaning.
Luoluo suddenly recalled that matter from ten years ago.
Mu Jiushi and the Great Western Continent's Prince had died at sea.
Luoluo had always believed that Shang Xingzhou had arranged this, but now it seemed that it had something to do with her royal father.
Upon learning of the White Emperor's alliance with the Prince of Xiang, she had immediately notified Chen Changsheng, and then traveled eighty thousand li to the capital to help.
She had not rested for many days, and when she suddenly saw that uninteresting truth, all her exhaustion surged forth and her body began to sway.
A hand fell on her shoulder, supporting her.
This hand was steady and broad, and she could feel its warmth through her clothes.
Luoluo came to her senses and moved to the side.
She did not know why she did this. Her teacher had apparently ordered her to do something, but she had forgotten.
It was just like what Mo Yu, the Prince of Louyang, Grand Tutor Bai Ying, the ministers, and the guards did next.
The crowd parted like a tide, and Yuren walked down.
His speed was very slow, because everyone in the world knew that he was lame in one leg.
No matter how slow he walked, as long as he was willing to walk, he would eventually reach the other shore.
Whether it was the little stream in Xining Village, the river of wisdom, or the image of the sea and the river carved from golden bricks.
Yuren walked up to the Prince of Xiang and stopped.
This was the first time the Prince of Xiang had seen him at such a close distance.
The blind eye, the missing earlobe, and the shoulder that was slightly tilted to the left gradually disappeared from his view.
In the end, all that was left was that clean face.
A hint of confusion appeared in the Prince of Xiang's eyes, then confusion, then shock, and finally amusement.
He slapped a palm at Yuren's head.
This palm was so soft that it seemed boneless, like an invisible flame of the sun, imbued with a terrifying Qi.
With a gasp of surprise, the guards finally came to their senses and fearlessly charged forward, wanting to use their bodies to block this palm for His Majesty.
Suddenly, a powerful wave of Qi, like a real tide, swept up the guards and sent them crashing into the steps.
The golden railings shattered, dust rising into the air.
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According to a subsequent investigation, only a few people had seen this scene.
The light was too strong. If one did not quickly close their eyes, they would definitely be blinded.
Even people of extremely high cultivation like Mo Yu and Luoluo could only see an extremely blurry scene.
A bright screen of light appeared in the center of the hall. In comparison, the light emitted by the Night Pearls was like the ash of burning weeds.
Two figures could be faintly seen in the screen of light. One of them was a little chubby, probably the Prince of Xiang, while the other was naturally Yuren.
Two palms met in the air.
The screen of light began from where their hands had met.
There was a sun there.
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The dark clouds in the night sky were completely dispersed.
The stars that had just been revealed were immediately obscured.
Countless rays of light shot out from the Imperial City into the sky.
The capital seemed to return to daytime.
The students viewing the monoliths in the Mausoleum of Books turned their heads in shock. The squirrels in the dark forest had awoken and were jumping about.
In the Li Palace, the Orthodoxy cavalry, ready for battle, pushed off their visors and looked up at the night sky.
Everyone saw a sun.
The Prince of Zhongshan was gathering his cavalry on the Road of Peace, preparing to charge into the Imperial Palace to rescue the emperor.
When the night sky suddenly brightened and he raised his head, he found it impossible to look away.
He squinted his eyes and stared for a very long time, all the way until the sun gradually disappeared.
"Ah, what a beautiful sun …"
The Prince of Zhongshan was deeply moved. He waved his hand to indicate that his subordinates should cancel the night raid on the Imperial Palace.
He dismounted from his horse and took a bath. He then had the kitchen make a bowl of zhajiangmian, added half a spoonful of wild garlic, and began to eat with relish.
At this sight, the beautiful concubine couldn't help but have the same thought as the strategist who had died during the day. Was this noodle really that delicious?
Of course, she was much smarter than that strategist, and the moment she spoke, she asked, "We're not going to save His Majesty?"
As the Prince of Zhongshan ate the noodle, he mumbled a few words.
The concubine could tell that the prince's first words were: His Majesty doesn't need us to save him, that we're all idiots.
Then she seriously thought it over and confirmed that the second words were: Tomorrow will be a bright sunny day.
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"Many years ago, it really was many years ago. Imperial Father's eyes were still fine, you know. Oh, you don't know, but that place used to be a study. It was there that I first heard the mantra for this technique. At the time, I felt that this technique was very formidable. The sun was so hot, so bright, so how could it be placed in my body? "
The Prince of Xiang replied, "Imperial Father said that I was wrong, that the sun would only become a true sun when it left our bodies. I thought to myself, that's also very formidable! In order to see that sun, I incessantly cultivated, but even when I became the person with the highest cultivation in the Imperial clan, I still did not see it. Even after I crossed that threshold ten years ago, I still did not see that sun. So in the last few years, I often thought, could it be that Imperial Father was just playing with me? "
Yuren replied, "It wasn't."
The Prince of Xiang quietly gazed at him for a while, then said, "Yes, only today did I know that it was true, that Imperial Father did not deceive me."
Yuren was also quiet for a while, then said, "I also only found out today."
The Prince of Xiang asked, "Such a powerful Blazing Sun Style. Not even Emperor Taizong could compare, right?"
Yuren replied, "I do not know."
The Prince of Xiang sighed, "His Majesty's body is crippled, but his spirit is intact. He is truly the light of the Daoist faith, the light of the Chen clan."
This was the sincerest praise.
But he was still somewhat confused.
"Why did His Majesty conceal his cultivation?"
The Prince of Xiang somewhat bitterly said, "If we had known this earlier, would we have thought of rebelling?"
Yuren apologetically said, "No one asked … and besides, I never had the chance to use it."
The Prince of Xiang froze for a moment, and then he couldn't help but laugh.
It was the same reasoning as before.
Yuren could speak, but he would not speak.
He could make another sun appear in the capital's night sky, but he would not do it.
Because he did not want to, and there was no need for it.
This was following one's heart.
"His Majesty is truly the son of Imperial Father and Imperial Mother."
The Prince of Xiang was finally relieved, though he couldn't help but feel a little regret.
"Why am I not Imperial Mother's son?"
After saying this, countless rays of light scattered from his body, shattering into the finest crystalline granules that were then blown away by the wind. (To be continued …)
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