Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

The Dayong Palace was magnificent in scale and grand in appearance. The walls were painted red, and there were gold-painted dragons on both ends of the ridge of the palace. The eaves were covered with yellow glazed tiles, and the snow piled on the top layer added a sense of solemnity.

When Lu Wensheng and others returned to the palace, it was already quite late. Crown Prince Mu Yijun was waiting politely at the palace gate and said he would invite them to a banquet.

"Your Highness, Qi Zhaoshu has left."

Lu Wensheng looked at Mu Yijun, said a few polite words to him, and suddenly hit a straight ball, catching the opponent off guard.

"?!" Mu Yijun subconsciously showed a shocked expression. After coming to his senses, he didn't know what kind of mood he should be in when he looked at Lu Wensheng who had deceived him.

Based on the description of the person who reported, Mu Yijun guessed that Lu Wensheng and others wanted to take Qi Zhaoshu away. He knew that most immortal masters did not take mortals seriously, and thought that Lu Wensheng and others were just in a whim, and perhaps they were attracted by Qi Zhaoshu's appearance.

But Qi Zhaoshu could not be kept, so he wrote a letter to Qi Zhaoshu, thinking that if Qi Zhaoshu knew what was good for him, he would commit suicide honestly. These monks would find it troublesome and give him a favor, so perhaps they would just leave it alone.

Unexpectedly, Qi Zhaoshu actually ran away?! Didn't he call himself a gentleman?! He actually gave up on clearing the Qi family's name just to save his life? - Mu Yijun regretted that he was a little careless, and was angry, but at the same time, he was strangely a little happy in his heart.

It seems that Qi Zhaoshu is not a true gentleman. He lost his integrity in order to save his life.

Looking at Mu Yijun, whose expression was uncertain and a little distorted, Yan Qingshu pointed to his head and whispered, "There must be something wrong with this prince!"

Lu Wensheng could vaguely see what he was thinking and sneered, "He will be in trouble in the future."

To a jealous person, nothing can make him happier than the misfortune of others, and nothing can make him more uneasy than the happiness of others.

Qi Zhaoshu, who was humiliated by Mu Yijun, lived a good life, which made him feel more uncomfortable than killing Mu Yijun.

Although I know that the prince is most likely the culprit, I still have to maintain a superficial relationship. We are all adults, so I still have to do some superficial work.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to mention Qi Zhaoshu's matter again. Mu Yijun adjusted his attitude and remained polite to them, but there was less enthusiasm in his eyes - these monks seemed unwilling to stand on his side, so there was no need to think about trying to please them.

Many cultivators came to the capital. It was rumored that the seriously ill emperor had come here despite himself. Looking at the group of "immortal masters" below, a hint of heat flashed across his turbid eyes - cultivators are not allowed to interfere in the country's destiny, which would at best affect their immortal path and at worst backfire. The emperor was in danger, so naturally no one would risk giving him any life-extending elixir.

But to say that the old emperor did not want to live and was too old to care about politics was simply a fantasy. How could someone who had held power be willing to give it up to someone else, even if the person who took over was his own son?

The old emperor doesn't have much time left. Success or failure depends on this one move. With his broken body, he might as well give it a try... and he can fully afford the consequences.

Looking at these young immortal masters, the old emperor's eyes were free of calculation. He seemed to be just an old and feeble monarch, but his aged face showed some kindness when he looked closely.

The monks who were guarding the seal did their job conscientiously and did not participate in the banquet. Most of the monks at the banquet were young people with little qualifications who were sent out to gain experience, so the atmosphere was quite relaxed.

Gu Jinzhi, Xun Ruo and others all came, and they greeted Lu Wensheng and others from across their seats.

After the banquet, the old emperor suggested that everyone go for a stroll around the palace and told the immortal masters to feel free to do as they pleased. The "immortal masters" who were arrogant agreed indifferently and went out of the palace to wander around with their familiar fellow disciples. Gu Jinzhi was the first to run over to find Lu Wensheng.

"Long time no see!" Without these interesting and sweet-talking friends, Gu Jinzhi felt like he had no appetite and didn't even have the heart to argue with his father.

Although the old emperor told everyone to do as they pleased, everyone in the harem still did not go. Under the guidance of the palace servants, they walked towards the direction of the Imperial Garden, along the cold, frosted blue brick path. They could smell the fragrance of flowers before they entered the garden.

In early spring in February, the earth has not yet revived, but the plum blossoms on the roadside are still blooming against the cold, with red buds and green calyx dotted on the branches. The scenery is charming and refreshing, with new leaves and flowers lushly blooming. The green jade ribbons of the newly sprouted weeping willows by the pond in the Imperial Garden sway in the wind, like the graceful dance of a dancer's skirt.

It was a rare immersive experience in the ancient imperial garden. Lu Wensheng and Yan Qingshu were obviously very interested. Moreover, they did not meet concubines like in the novels. Perhaps the old emperor had greeted them.

"Help me! Help me!"

A cry for help came from the palace not far away. Yan Qingshu, who was familiar with "The Legend of Zhen Huan", subconsciously activated her radar. Before approaching the palace, she had already thought of all the harem fighting schemes entangled with love and hate.

If Yan Qingshu was just an ordinary little person, she might have ignored it. In order to protect herself, she would have simply ignored it. However, as a cultivator at the top of the food chain, she couldn't miss out on the opportunity to join in the fun!

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Yang Shuyi came to the palace at the old emperor's order. She was the future crown princess and thought that the old emperor wanted to take this opportunity to arrange a marriage for her. However, after entering the palace, the eunuch led her into an unfamiliar palace and said that the crown prince would come to see her.

Yang Shuyi had some impression of the eunuch who led the way, and with the other party's words, Yang Shuyi felt much more at ease. She drank tea and ate cakes in the palace, waiting for Mu Yijun to come to her. After sitting for a while, she suddenly felt hot all over.

She was very uneasy and wanted to go out to call for help, but the door was suddenly closed. She pulled it, only to find it was locked. Feeling the heat in her body, Yang Shuyi was not so stupid as to not realize that she had been drugged. She suddenly felt desperate and banged on the door desperately, shouting hoarsely, hoping that someone would find her.

When the door opened, Yang Shuyi could no longer control herself. After seeing the faces of the visitors clearly, Yang Shuyi was still a little dazed - they were the immortal masters she had met before.

"Save me!" If she really had to choose, these handsome and powerful immortal masters would also be good choices. Yang Shuyi's brain was a mess, but she subconsciously rushed towards Liu Jiqian.

Lu Wensheng was so angry that he almost laughed: Even for Chinese medicine, you still want to pick the one with the best appearance, right?

He blocked Yang Shuyi, grabbed her chin, and expressionlessly took out the antidote and stuffed it into her mouth - he said that this thing should be carried with you in this fucking world, right? Hmm, isn't it used now?

Yan Qingshu was stunned for a moment, then took the opportunity to make an advertisement.

"This is a love-relieving pill that I developed on my own. One pill is more powerful than six. If you give it to a lustful man, he will immediately become impotent. If you give it to a coquettish woman, she will immediately become a great sage!"