"Although I just learned that the Princess of Ping was the Empress's adopted daughter, I presume that many people, especially those in the capital, already knew of this matter. Everyone else, whether it's the Prince of Xiang's line or the Prince of Zhongshan's, has no blood relationship with the Empress. She has no descendants of her own, and many of the legends about her defying the heavens and changing fate originated from this aspect. "
Chen Changsheng gazed at the great rivers and mountains and calmly continued, "But people have forgotten a very important matter. If that legend is true, then as long as Crown Prince Zhaoming is still alive, the Empress's defying the heavens and changing fate has not succeeded, or at least not ended."
Xu Yourong thought of those strange movements in the capital over the past ten-some years and the files that the chief eunuch of the Imperial Palace had always been secretly investigating. Her elegant brow creased. "This doesn't make sense."
Chen Changsheng understood what she meant. The Divine Empress had already ruled for two-hundred-some years. If she had not succeeded in defying the heavens and changing fate, how could she have ascended to the throne?
"If defying the heavens and changing fate is not an instantaneous matter, but a long process, like a river, then this makes sense. The Divine Empress might have hidden dangers that no one knows of. To her, Crown Prince Zhaoming's existence is the greatest danger."
Chen Changsheng looked at her and said, "If I am Crown Prince Zhaoming, then my existence is the greatest danger to the Empress. It's only natural that she wants to kill me."
Xu Yourong's deductive arts were extremely formidable, so she naturally would not miss a single point of doubt. She asked, "If you really are Crown Prince Zhaoming, why did Principal Shang send you to the capital? Was he not worried that the Divine Empress would discover your identity? He and the Pope didn't even seem to have any intention of concealing your identity, as if they deliberately wanted the Empress to know of your existence. "
No question could withstand scrutiny. Even if there were no questions, many questions would still be asked. Chen Changsheng said uncertainly, "Because I'm much younger than Crown Prince Zhaoming, so …"
This was a very powerful reason, but it also seemed like an excuse, because only the three people in Xining Village's old temple knew exactly how old he was. He knew that this would be very difficult to convince. After a moment of silence, he said, "If I am still alive when we reach Jingdou, I will directly ask Uncle."
Xu Yourong looked at his face and did not see any anxiety or fear. Thinking about how he was so calm during the discussion, she thought to herself that the person she liked was really amazing to be able to be so calm in the face of death. Her heart moved and her actions followed her heart. She leaned on his shoulder and softly said, "You will definitely live."
Chen Chang Sheng looked at her and thought to himself, if he could continue to lean on her like this, it would also be a very blissful thing, but things didn't always go as he wished. Once the Elder of Heavenly Secrets sent the news back to the Capital, the Divine Empress would definitely send people to kill him and not allow him to return to the Capital alive.
Xu Yourong did not raise her head to look at his face, but she could clearly sense his concern. "Unless the Empress personally acts, who can kill you?"
Mao Qiuyu and Linghai Zhiwang's carriage was in the rear. Mao Qiuyu naturally would not let Chen Changsheng die. Although Linghai Zhiwang very much wanted Chen Changsheng to die, he could not just stand by and watch. With these two peak Star Condensation Prefects of the Orthodoxy at his side, even the most formidable assassin would find it very difficult to get close. But Chen Changsheng was keenly aware that if the Divine Empress was determined to kill him, she would not just send a few assassins. She would assuredly send an army personally led by Divine Generals. No matter how strong Mao Qiuyu was, how could he protect Chen Changsheng?
Just as he was thinking these things, he suddenly saw a red flower in the green plains. This red flower gently swayed among the green branches, sometimes moving and sometimes still. It seemed to have stopped at its original location, but it never left his line of sight. As it turned out, it was actually moving along with the speeding carriage.
It was already quite some time before dawn, so there was no dew on the grass or plants of the plains. However, the red flower was covered in morning dew. In the sunlight, it shone with a beautiful luster, a threatening red.
Somewhat surprised, he turned to Xu Yourong and asked uncertainly, "Bie Yanghong?"
Xu Yourong nodded, then turned to the distant plains and said, "Guan Xingke should be accompanying us one hundred li away."
Chen Changsheng was somewhat shocked.
A few days ago, when the Demon Lord entered Mount Han, the Elder of Heavenly Secrets had sent messages to all parts of the world. The closest Guan Xingke and the fastest Bie Yanghong had been the first to arrive.
Chen Changsheng had not expected that after the Demon Lord returned to the snowy plains, these two powerful figures would not leave Mount Han. Moreover, it seemed that they would escort him all the way back to the capital.
Bie Yanghong and Guan Xingke were not ordinary experts. They were supreme experts of the Divine Domain, ranked among the Storms of the Eight Directions. Even if Chen Changsheng was the future Pope, he still did not have the right to have them accompany him. Their appearance and accompanying him were even more important to demonstrate the intimidating power of the Orthodoxy's conservative faction and the faction that supported the Imperial clan, a sort of declaration.
"The Empress has always had many enemies," Xu Yourong said as she gazed at the little red flower in the plains.
Chen Changsheng thought to himself, it seems now that I'm the enemy that the Empress wants to eliminate the most.
… …
… …
With two Storms of the Eight Directions accompanying him, no matter what sort of military force the Great Zhou Imperial Court used, it was impossible for them to threaten Chen Changsheng's life. Just as Xu Yourong had said, unless the Divine Empress personally acted, Chen Changsheng would be able to very safely return to the capital. Of course, he had to ensure that the illness in his body would not rapidly worsen.
The current situation was rather complex, with many riddles that needed to be solved hidden within, as well as many dangers. Every so often, Xu Yourong would use the Sacred Light technique on Chen Changsheng to ensure that the scent of blood in his body would not seep out. For this, she consumed a massive amount of her spiritual sense, causing her face to grow paler and paler.
Even so, she did not rest. She seemed calm, but she was actually vigilantly watching the scenery along the way.
She arranged for Chen Changsheng to sit in her imperial carriage, not allowing him to take a single step away. Whether it was eating, treating his wounds, resting, or even washing up, everything was done on the imperial carriage.
At the same time, she did not allow anyone to take a single step onto the imperial carriage. Everything related to Chen Changsheng was personally handled by her: what to eat and what to drink, when to eat and when to drink, when to sleep, when to wake up, and who to see. It must be known that even Tang Thirty-Six and Zhexiu could only come to the imperial carriage every day when they were resting and speak with Chen Changsheng from a distance of several zhang.
On a certain evening, Tang Thirty-Six came to the imperial carriage. Just like in the past few days, he impatiently waited for a long time before the curtain was finally lifted. Then, not long after he spoke with Chen Changsheng, Xu Yourong brought over a bowl of lotus seed porridge and indicated for the South Stream Temple disciples to lower the curtain once more.
Through the curtain, one could faintly see Xu Yourong feeding Chen Changsheng porridge. Tang Thirty-Six was furious and yelled inside, "Are you raising a child? It's not like you're his mother! "
The expressions of the South Stream Temple disciples instantly changed, and then the clanging of swords filled the air.
Tang Thirty-Six naturally did not have the courage to compete with the sword array of South Stream Temple, so he resentfully turned and returned to the Orthodox Academy's carriage.
In the first few days, Zhexiu would go with him every day to see Chen Changsheng. Later on, after confirming that there was nothing wrong with Chen Changsheng, he had no patience to interact with the women of South Stream Temple, nor was he willing to look at those scenes on the imperial carriage, so he never went again. Now, seeing Tang Thirty-Six's indignant expression, after asking about the matter, he said nothing.
"Don't you think it's very strange?" Tang Thirty-Six asked.
Zhexiu said nothing. He naturally knew that there was something wrong with this matter, but Chen Changsheng seemed to trust Xu Yourong a little more, so he could only watch from the side.
Many people found it very strange, felt that there was something wrong. From the moment they left Mount Han, many people's gazes had never left the imperial carriage.
The mood of the crowd was rather strange, thinking, just what is going on here?
It's already been many days. The Holy Maiden and Chen Changsheng have been together day and night on the imperial carriage. Just what are they doing?
By now, many people had already vaguely guessed that perhaps they had been together for a very long time, but they still found it impossible to accept that they were together at all times.
This had nothing to do with alignment or stance.
They just found it impossible to accept that the Holy Maiden, as pure as ice and pure as jade, would bring a stinky man with her every day. This was truly rather unsightly.
The disciples of South Stream Temple would often see her bring tea and water to Chen Changsheng. There was even a female disciple who had personally seen her wash Chen Changsheng's body.
Even if they were already together, even if he was injured, was there a need for the Holy Maiden to personally serve him?
Because of these matters, the atmosphere in the convoy had always been rather strange, and the mood of the South Stream Temple disciples was even more oppressive.
Because Xu Yourong was their temple master, the Holy Maiden they most respected and viewed as a god.
On the same night, South Stream Temple disciple Ye Xiaolian took a letter written by Chen Changsheng and went to the Orthodox Academy's carriage.
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