Zhu Ye, Ning Shiwei, and Tianhai Zhanyi had all died in the snowy mountains that night. In truth, no one knew what they had done, so it was probably impossible to use this to implicate those figures in the capital. However, what they wanted to do was no secret. Anyone could see that the Orthodoxy's demand that the Imperial Court pay a corresponding price was very reasonable.
"His Majesty is merciful, but my temper has always been bad. If you don't agree to my request, then this case will continue to be investigated."
Linghai Zhiwang took a step forward and stared into the Prince of Zhongshan's eyes. "Your Highness, it would be best if you carefully consider whether you can bear the burden."
The Prince of Zhongshan's face was frosty, but he said nothing.
He was keenly aware that no matter how long the Pope's assassination was investigated, it would be impossible to find the Prince of Xiang. However, the Zhu clan that had lost the protection of an expert of the Divine Domain might very well be exterminated. Putting aside the thousand-year friendship between the Chen Imperial clan and the Zhu clan, just the promise made to Zhu Luo was something that neither the Prince of Xiang nor he could allow to happen.
Tianhai Chenwen also maintained his silence.
The crime of assassinating the Pope was far too great. If Tianhai Zhanyi was stained with this crime, it would be difficult to wash his name clean.
The current Tianhai clan was no longer the Tianhai clan of the past. If the Li Palace really did come with a thunderous momentum, the Tianhai clan truly would not be able to hold out.
Actually, investigating the case this way was very unreasonable. The people involved were all dead. Other than Chen Chang Sheng's letter and these two people, there was no other evidence. For the Orthodoxy to meddle in the affairs of the court and want to arrange the position of Divine General of the Mount Song Army was also very much against the rules, but the Orthodoxy had done it without the slightest concealment.
Who asked that person to be the Pope? Just as Linghai Zhiwang had said, the Imperial Court had to pay a price.
The question was, was this enough? Would that be enough to settle this matter?
"We will wait for the result in the Taoist Temple. I hope that the sooner the discussion is concluded, the better."
Before Linghai Zhiwang left the headquarters, he said to the Prince of Zhongshan, "In addition, please tell His Highness the Prince of Xiang that all of this is only the beginning."
As expected, this was just the beginning.
In the once more quiet Mount Song Army headquarters, the important personages from the capital all had their own worries, but they all coincidentally thought of these words.
"Motherf * cker!"
The Prince of Zhongshan suddenly jumped up and pointed at the noses of the two Divine Generals as he cursed, "Are you two pigs? They even dared to snatch his things! How dare you touch him! "
At this moment, a servant of the Prince's Mansion came to the door and coughed softly.
Everyone understood. They didn't want to bear the wrath of this mad prince, so they quickly took their leave.
Before Tianhai Chenwen left, the Prince of Zhongshan pulled on his sleeve. The Prince of Zhongshan whispered, "The Tang clan knows that the master of the Cinnabar Pill is Chen Changsheng, and the palace also knows, but I do not know, the Prince of Xiang does not know, and you do not know. Do you not think that there is something wrong with this matter?"
Thinking of the Tang Seventeenth Master who had also died in the mountains and the fact that no one from the Tang clan had appeared today, Tianhai Chenwen felt a tinge of wariness.
"Thanks for the reminder."
After Tianhai Chenwen left, the personal attendant of the prince's estate came to the Prince of Zhongshan and offered him a letter.
There was no content on the cover of the letter, but there was the most complicated seal.
The Prince of Zhongshan tore open the letter and read its contents in silence for a very long time, his complexion growing more and more gloomy.
"So the Qiushan Clan already knows … That old fox, did he calculate the time to send the letter?"
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In the end, the trial became a negotiation. With no agreement yet reached, the important figures flicked their sleeves and left, but the matter in the court spread like wildfire.
In a very short amount of time, everyone in the town of Mount Song knew of what had happened in the mountains that night. Of course, the rumors were somewhat absurd.
A Divine General had actually plotted to harm the Pope? And some other faction had intervened? In the end, those wicked people had all died under the Pope's divine punishment?
The most shocking of all was naturally that the mysterious master of the Cinnabar Pill was actually the Pope!
The Pope had actually refined the Cinnabar Pill from the jade blood of his innate sacred body!
Three holy carriages, escorted by countless Orthodoxy cavalry, left the army headquarters and headed for the Daoist church in the west.
The crowd parted like a tide and prostrated.
This was because three important figures of the Orthodoxy sat within the three holy carriages, and also because the people were sincerely thanking the Pope for his benevolence.
Some of them had clear and spirited eyes, clearly cultivators. Some of them wore the uniform of array masters, and all of them were more or less wounded.
When the Orthodoxy's carriages passed by, these people silently prostrated.
Several of them had rather complex expressions on their faces, but they also prostrated on the ground.
Cultivators only kneeled to the Heavens, the Earth, the Sovereign, and the Master.
They naturally did not kneel to the three Prefects of the Orthodoxy, but to the Pope.
All of them had once suffered severe injuries on the battlefield. If they had not been fortunate enough to obtain the Cinnabar Pill, they would have long since become white bones in the yellow earth.
Only today did they find out that they had been saved by His Holiness the Pope, and that His Holiness the Pope had used his own sacred blood. When they thought of the Pope's benevolence, how could they not be moved to tears? And when they thought about how the Pope's blood flowed through their bodies, how could they not feel reverence?
Even those cultivators belonging to other factions could not disregard the Pope and leave, so they also prostrated on the ground.
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The chilly winter wind lifted up the curtains, but it was unable to pour in.
Just like the holy carriage of Holy Maiden Peak, the Li Palace's holy carriage also had a similar array. There was no wind in the carriage, and it was as warm as spring.
An Lin's gaze pierced through the curtains and fell upon the crowd on the street. When she saw those cultivators and array masters, she froze for a few moments.
After some time, she muttered, "His Holiness the Pope seems to be different from back then."
This was a sigh of sorrow, a sigh, and it carried a very deep meaning.
As one of the Prefects of the Orthodoxy, the Archbishop of Revelation, just what did her sigh of sorrow mean?
An Hua sat at her side and heard these words loud and clear. She very quickly understood what Chen Qianqian meant.
The 'back then' was actually just three years ago.
Three years ago, Chen Changsheng was a calm and determined young Daoist. But today's struggle for the position of Divine General of the Mount Song Army headquarters and the countless gazes of admiration drawn by the Cinnabar Pill all seemed to indicate that his view of the world and his way of handling it had undergone many changes.
"Aunt, you misunderstand His Holiness the Pope. Publicizing the matter of the Cinnabar Pill was my idea."
An Hua looked at Archbishop An Lin and solemnly said, "The journey of a Saint naturally needs to be publicized. Only in this way can people be guided to do good, no?"
An Lin faintly smiled at her niece and lovingly stroked her hair. She thought to herself, you're now filled with reverence for His Holiness the Pope, so how could you know that the young Daoist who first entered the capital did not have words like reverence in his mind?
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