The First Tyrant of Daxia

Mr. Feng was stunned, and smiled bitterly on his wrinkled face: "Your Majesty, do you want to see him or not?"

"This Zhibai is in a miserable state in the snowstorm. It looks like he just came down from Baiyu Mountain and is covered in blood."

Qin Yun pinched his nose and said speechlessly: "Was he beaten by Nun Miejue Jingyi again?"

Mr. Feng nodded.

"That's all, let him in."

"Yes!" Old Feng left respectfully, and soon Old Taoist Bai came in, covered in snow and with a head full of white hair.

It was visible to the naked eye that his body was covered in wounds, and there were even many holes and bloodstains on his robe, just like an old man who had been beaten up by a group of people.

Qin Yun took a look, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he wondered inwardly whether Jingyi had reached menopause or not, as he beat his father like a sandbag.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Zhibai bowed and groaned in pain as he bent his legs.

Qin Yun waved his hand, and the eunuch quickly brought a chair.

He said angrily, "Master Zhibai, you, you, you, the bad things you did when you were young have caused me so much trouble."

Zhibai was embarrassed: "Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?"

Qin Yun snorted, "The Lantern Festival is coming soon. I wanted to invite Qingping'an to come down the mountain and come to the palace to repay my kindness, but I was rejected."

"Jing has always said that it's best not to interfere with other people's business. You can't go down the mountain during the Lantern Festival. It's obvious that they are just unhappy with you."

Hearing this, Taoist Zhibai's face changed and he exclaimed, "Your Majesty, is there no way to persuade her?"

Qin Yun said unhappily, "I am not a god who can do everything. If they don't want me to do it, do I have to resort to force?"

Zhi Bai's face was ugly, and he sighed deeply: "Alas... I originally wanted to ask Your Majesty to come forward on my behalf, please go down the mountain and see me."

"Even if it's just a meeting or a word, I'll be satisfied."

Qin Yun looked at the sad old man, but he didn't feel sorry for him. It was his fault for doing such a thing when he was young and abandoning Jingyi's mother.

He said unhappily, "You've been up the mountain countless times this year, and you haven't seen her?"

Zhibai shook his head, looking worried: "No, every time before I even got to the top of the mountain, Jingyi would throw me down the mountain, and I couldn't even see her face."

Qin Yun frowned: "Originally, your contribution to Dao Sect is quite great, and I shouldn't refuse, but in this situation, I am powerless even if I want to help you."

Zhibai gritted his teeth, his white beard trembled, his clenched fists loosened, and he just let out a long sigh.

"Oh, it would be nice if I could sit down and talk quietly with Jingyi."

Hearing this, Qin Yun suddenly had an idea, as if he had caught something, and a very cunning idea emerged: "Do you really want to see Jingyi?"

Zhibai nodded heavily. He had been living in endless guilt towards Jingyi for the past year, but Jingyi didn't even give him a chance to apologize. He would beat him up whenever they met!

"Ahem!" Qin Yun coughed lightly and stood up: "I do have a way, but it's a little dangerous."

Zhibai's old face trembled, as if he saw a ray of hope, and he said anxiously: "Your Majesty, please tell me, I will never postpone it. Not to mention danger, I am willing to die!"

Qin Yun said slyly: "Okay, but let's make a deal. I'll help you meet Jingyi, but you have to help me hold Jingyi back for a day!"

Zhi Bai was stunned and responded reflexively: "Your Majesty, you..."

Qin Yun confessed: "I want to secretly take Youwei down the mountain and come to the palace to celebrate the Lantern Festival."

Taoist Zhibai was embarrassed for a moment: "Your Majesty, this is not right... If Jingyi knew about this, I'm afraid he would hate me as his father even more!"

"Besides, a nun... Your Majesty, this is not appropriate."

Qin Yun glared and said seriously: "I am an upright gentleman, I just want Youwei to come down to celebrate the festival!"

"Tong Wei, Shunhua and others miss her very much, but Jingyi doesn't allow her to have any contact with the palace because of you."

Hearing this, Taoist Zhibai twitched his lips and asked tentatively: "Is it really just a festival?"

Qin Yun raised his eyebrows: "What else?"

Zhibai hesitated, but under the temptation of meeting Jingyi, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! But the problem is that Jingyi's martial arts is far superior to mine. How can I hold her back for a day?"

"I'm afraid it will be as difficult as climbing to heaven to get her down the mountain."

Qin Yun's eyes turned: "Give me drugs!"

Zhibai's face trembled when he heard this, and he quickly shook his head and said seriously: "No!"

"Your Majesty, this is absolutely not possible!"

Qin Yun glared: "What else do you want to do? With your past sins, Jingyi will never meet you. Apart from drugging him, the only way left is to let Elder Feng suppress him."

"But obviously, it's safer to drug her so that she can't use any force."

"Think about it yourself."

Taoist Zhibai had an ugly look on his face and was struggling, gritting his teeth. He didn't want to hurt Jingyi, but being able to sit down and talk and take a good look at his daughter was his lifelong wish!

He no longer asked for forgiveness, he just wanted to sit down and talk to her and see what she looked like.

Jingyi always wore a bamboo hat, so not only Zhibai, but even Qin Yun had never seen his true face.

After hesitating for a long time, he raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, if I give you this medicine...will there be any adverse reactions?"

Qin Yun frowned: "I will let Dr. Sun also participate. He will definitely not hurt Jingyi. At most, he will make her lose her strength for a day."

"She is Youwei's master, and I can't possibly hurt her."

"As long as the time is right, she won't know that Youwei secretly went down the mountain, but..." Qin Yun paused, looked at him and said, "With Jingyi's temper, you might be beaten half to death once the effect of the medicine wears off."

Zhi Bai smiled bitterly, lowered his head and said quietly: "It's all the old Taoist's fault. Don't blame her. Even if she kills me, I am willing."

"When a man reaches his seventies, he finds out that he has a daughter in this world. She is so close to him, but he cannot even see her true face. How ironic is that?"

As he spoke, his tears gradually blurred his vision, his hair was covered with snow, and he choked up and said, "I know I am unforgivable, and I don't ask for forgiveness."

"After meeting Jingyi, the old Taoist will draw a circle on the ground as a prison and apologize to her mother until he dies of old age." His old face seemed to be filled with endless regret and self-blame, and he was even trembling.

Seeing this, everyone in the imperial study showed a hint of sympathy.

Qin Yun froze, not knowing what to say. It was absolutely right for Jing Yi to let go of the hatred for those old events.

But for Zhibai, it was more like a huge joke played by God on him. He wanted to make amends, but missed it by accident.

Who is the real beneficiary?

In the end, everyone was hurt.

After a long while, he said, "Forget it. After thinking it over, it's still not appropriate. I won't give you the medicine. You can wait in the palace during the Lantern Festival. It's better to be under my watch."

"I will invite Jingyi to come for you... I can't help you with anything else."

After saying this, Qin Yun frowned. Zhi Bai's matter was too tricky. He would feel guilty if he used him to steal Li Youwei away.

"Your Majesty, didn't you say that you couldn't invite Jingyi to come down?" Zhibai looked up with red eyes.

Qin Yun said unhappily, "How can I sit back and watch this kind of thing happen? I still have to take care of Dao Zong!"

"Don't worry about it. If soft tactics don't work, I'll use hard tactics!"