Tang Thirty Six opened the letter and realized that Chen Chang Sheng heard what he said before and was worried that he would cause trouble, so he gave an explanation. In the letter, he said that his wounds were not serious, but he needed Xu You Rong to use the Sacred Light Technique to heal him for a long time. Moreover, Xu You Rong was a little girl after all, so it was normal for her to worry too much.
These explanations were reasonable, but they could not convince Tang Thirty-Six. However, on the journey back to the capital, he would not cause any trouble. He raised his head and prepared to have Ye Xiao Lian help him bring a letter back to Chen Changsheng, but he discovered that this female disciple of South Stream Temple had an unfriendly expression. She stared at him as if she wanted to eat him up.
Two years ago, on the divine avenue of Li Palace, he had once berated this little disciple of Holy Maiden Peak to the point where she cried bitterly. To him, this was a very small matter, to the point where he had long forgotten about it. It wasn't until Chen Chang Sheng mentioned this matter that he recalled it and matched her with that little girl from back then.
"Please don't look at me like that. You were the one who provoked me. I was just defending myself."
Tang Thirty Six looked at Ye Xiao Lian sternly and said, "The one who provokes first is cheap. I hope you can agree with this principle."
Not to mention whether there was such a principle in the world, but when it came to the word 'despicable', it was really difficult to find someone who could beat him.
Ye Xiaolian was well aware of this point, so she naturally did not respond, only glaring at him.
Tang Thirty-Six lowered his head and began to write a letter, saying, "Recently, the disciples of your South Stream Temple have all been very angry."
Ye Xiao Lian thought to herself, anyone who saw the Holy Maiden taking care of Chen Changsheng for the past few days would not be in a good mood.
Tang Thirty Six hastily wrote his reply and handed the letter to her. Seeing her expression, he guessed what she was thinking and said, "He is injured after all. Don't be too stingy."
Ye Xiaolian could no longer hold back. "If he's injured, we can take care of him. Why must the temple master personally do it?"
Tang Thirty-Six thought to himself that this was also the question that he and Zhexiu could not understand the most, but he would not bring it up in front of her. He said, "They have an engagement, so it's naturally more convenient."
"Yes, there was an engagement." Ye Xiao Lian very seriously corrected: "The engagement has already been annulled, and it was annulled by Chen Chang Sheng himself."
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"No matter who looks at them, they look like a loving couple. No one would be able to imagine that their engagement had already been canceled."
Mao Qiuyu and Linghai Zhiwang stood on the grassland by the road, gazing at the great imperial carriage in front of them.
Linghai Zhiwang glanced at Mao Qiuyu, wanting to confirm if there was some deeper meaning behind his sudden words.
Mao Qiu Yu looked at him and said calmly, "The current situation is very clear. The Holy Maiden will probably marry Chen Chang Sheng. Are you prepared?"
Linghai Zhiwang said nothing, his face rather gloomy. At this level, there was naturally no one that dared to demand Xu You Rong with the secular standard of following her husband after marriage. However, if Xu You Rong really did marry Chen Changsheng, there was no reason for her to be his enemy. He thought of the change in Xu You Rong's attitude on Mount Han and felt a slight chill.
Starting many years ago, Holy Maiden Peak had been the Divine Empress's ally in the south. The Divine Empress had pushed for the confluence of the north and south, receiving much assistance from the previous Holy Maiden. Coupled with the fact that the entire world knew that the Divine Empress treated Xu Yourong like her own daughter, anyone could see that this situation would not change for a very long time.
But what if this generation's Holy Maiden really did marry Chen Changsheng? Would Holy Maiden Peak continue to support the Divine Empress?
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Just as Xu Yourong had said, the ten thousand li journey from Mount Han to the capital was very peaceful, with no problems encountered.
Under the accompaniment of the vast sky of stars, a convoy of several dozen carriages entered the capital. The red flower that had been swaying in the plains for a very long time quietly vanished. Even further away, the man wearing the bamboo hat had gone to some high mountain to pick up the wild pleasures of stargazing.
Upon entering the capital, the convoy did not split up. They did not go to the Orthodox Academy, to the Imperial Palace, or to the Divine General of the East's estate. Instead, they all went to the Li Palace.
Mao Qiuyu and Linghai Zhiwang stood beneath the pine trees on either side of the Divine Path. They did not look at each other, but both gazed at the end of the Divine Path.
Besides them, people like Tang Thirty-Six would not even have the chance to step onto the Divine Path.
Xu Yourong pushed the wheelchair Chen Changsheng along the Divine Path to that quiet hall in the deepest depths of the Li Palace.
The Pope stood on the stone steps in front of the hall to welcome them.
This was out of respect for the southern faction of the Orthodoxy, Holy Maiden Peak, and also because he was very worried.
Chen Changsheng sat in the wheelchair, a gray wool blanket draped over his body. He looked very much like a sick person.
In reality, his complexion was very good. He seemed full of vigor and extremely healthy, not at all like a sick person.
Xu Yourong was not surprised to see the Pope standing outside the hall. Her hands did not leave the wheelchair as she bowed.
Chen Changsheng said to her, "I have some things to say to Martial Uncle. Go somewhere else and wait for me."
Xu Yourong fell quiet for a while, but in the end, she did not reject his decision. She turned and walked towards the nearby hall.
The priests standing guard outside the hall knew of her identity and naturally did not dare to stop her. However, they could not help but show some shock in their eyes. After bowing, they hurriedly dispersed to notify the Pope.
Xu Yourong paid no attention to their gazes and expressionlessly walked into the hall.
The space within this palace was extremely large and grand. The stone walls were engraved with countless classic stories from the Daoist Canon, as well as many statues of virtuous predecessors.
This was the Orthodoxy's Great Hall — the Great Hall of Light.
The Orthodoxy was divided into the North and the South. The North respected the Pope while the South respected the Holy Maiden. Over the countless years, the two factions had fought both openly and covertly, with countless stories to tell. Later on, as the situation gradually calmed down, several Holy Maidens of the south visited the capital. After all, they were of the same lineage, so they would naturally live in the Li Palace. However, since the north and the south were different, those Holy Maidens had never stepped into the Great Hall of Light.
When Xu Yourong was young, she would often play in the Imperial Palace and the Li Palace. She would also sneak into the Great Hall of Light to play hide-and-seek.
But now that she was the Holy Maiden of the south, stepping into the Great Hall of Light had a completely different meaning.
Upon hearing the news, Daoist Siyuan hurried over with several cardinals, wanting to show her around. His attitude was very respectful.
"You don't need to pay attention to me. I just want to be quiet here," Xu Yourong said.
Daoist Siyuan and the cardinals were speechless. They thought, if you just want to be quiet, why must you come here?
Could it be that you don't know what kind of shock it would cause if the people of the world knew that the Holy Maiden of the south had finally stepped into the Great Hall of Light?
Xu Yourong said no more. She held her hands behind her back and quietly stood at the base of the altar, gazing at the mural that towered over thirty zhang. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking.
Daoist Siyuan was helpless. He could only lead the cardinals out of the Great Hall of Light and wait outside.
Even though it was late at night, the Great Hall of Light was still brightly lit. Countless gentle rays of light seeped out from the pillars, walls, and statues.
Xu Yourong stood in the light. Perhaps it was because the light was too bright, but her face was rather pale.
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