After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

"You are the emperor now. It may not be appropriate for you to move back to the East Palace." A Falcon tried to persuade him to change his mind.

Because Qin Junyu disagrees, the Minister of Rites will not let him go.

Qin Junyu refused outright: "No need to say more, I have my own plans."

Seeing that Axuan’s expression was as if he had eaten bitter melon, Nian Susu couldn’t help laughing.

When they entered the Yangxin Palace, they found that two people were already waiting. As soon as Qin Junyu appeared, they immediately came forward to greet him.

Qin Guanqing cupped his hands and said, "Brother Emperor, this is the master I was talking about."

The so-called "expert" was about 40 or 50 years old, dressed in Taoist robes, with a peach wood sword hanging on his back. He didn't look like he was here to cure illnesses, but to exorcise evil spirits.

Qin Junyu looked him up and down, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, but thinking that Nian Susu's illness was indeed strange, he didn't say anything.

Qin Guanqing brought the person here, so he naturally had to take on the responsibility of being the middleman. "Royal brother, he is the last disciple of the head of the Lushan Sect. He is quite knowledgeable in Taoism and knows a little bit about medicine. He has traveled around the world for many years and has seen many difficult and complicated diseases. Maybe he really has a way to cure the Royal Sister-in-law's disease."

"Your humble servant Ling Chong greets His Majesty." Ling Chong bowed and clasped his fists, with a neither humble nor arrogant attitude and a stern look on his face.

"Lushan School?" Qin Junyu muttered to himself, and the look he gave Ling Chong became meaningful.

The Lushan Sect was one of the five major factions in the martial arts world. Qin Junyu had met their leader and fought against him in the martial arts competition held every five years. He knew a few of the Lushan Sect's top disciples, but he had never heard of Ling Chong's name.

The techniques studied by the Lushan School are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Since Qin Guanqing invited their people, it means that he also believes that Nian Susu’s disease is not an ordinary one.

Ling Chong raised his eyes and glanced at Qin Junyu. What left the deepest impression on him at the quick glance was his eyes, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

Not everyone can look directly at the emperor's majestic face. Ling Chong immediately lowered his eyes and asked tentatively, "Has the emperor heard of the Lushan Sect?"

"I've heard a little about it." Qin Junyu replied casually.

The three of them walked into the hall together. The palace servants brought up two chairs and gave them seats. Qin Junyu sat on the dragon throne and turned the topic to the main topic, explaining Nian Susu's illness in detail.

Nian Susu was listening at the side and felt more and more that something was wrong, because according to Qin Junyu's description, she really seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit rather than being sick.

After hearing this, Ling Chong frowned and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, I once encountered a similar situation when I was traveling in Nanchu."

"That little girl went out at night and was possessed by a dirty creature, which sucked her yang energy and damaged her soul. So she has been sleeping in her own nightmare. On the surface, she is healthy and pain-free, but in fact, her life span is decreasing."

After hearing this, Qin Junyu's face turned pale.

It has been more than a month since Nian Susu fainted. Doesn't this mean that her life has been slipping away!

Qin Junyu took Ling Chong to the East Palace without saying a word. Qin Guanqing didn't even get a word in and could only follow them.

East wing.

Ling Chong used hand gestures and chanted spells to examine Nian Susu, and finally concluded that the soul had left the body.

Nian Susu was shocked. This Ling Chong was really capable. He could even see the soul leaving the body. However, he definitely couldn't cure himself.

Only Qin Junyu seemed to have grasped at a straw of hope and was able to find the cause of the disease, which was better than those imperial doctors who could only say "I don't know".

Qin Guanqing hesitated for a moment and reminded him, "Brother, don't hold your hopes too high. The magic of ghosts and gods has always been illusory and no one can predict it for sure."

Moreover, as the king of a country, if his subjects knew that he believed in these things, how could he convince them in the future?

Qin Junyu waved his hand, nonchalantly, "Don't worry, second brother, I know what I am doing."

Qin Guanqing couldn't persuade Ling Chong, so he had to wink at him.

Ling Chong understood, and while taking out the props from his bag, he said, "Your Majesty, I am just guessing, I cannot guarantee that it can be cured."

"Just go ahead and treat her. I have only one request: don't harm her body. It doesn't matter what method you use or what the basis is." Qin Junyu's bottom line was almost zero. His only wish was that she could get better.

Ling Chong nodded, waved the peach wood sword and performed a simple spell for Nian Susu to exorcise evil spirits and avoid disasters.

Although nothing seemed to have changed on the surface, Qin Junyu felt at ease.

He originally believed that Nian Susu fell ill in order to save him, and for this reason he studied the art of ghosts and gods for a long time. However, due to his lack of skills, he had not figured out anything. Now that Ling Chong came, he became more certain of his thoughts.

Ling Chong stayed in the East Palace temporarily. Qin Junyu trusted him very much, even more than Qin Guanqing, who was an old acquaintance of Ling Chong.

Qin Guanqing suddenly felt like he was letting a wolf into the house.

In late December, a letter came from Liangcheng saying that Xiao Jianting's injury had almost healed. He could have returned to Beijing before the New Year, but was delayed by something. So the family planned to celebrate the New Year in Liangcheng and come back in the spring.

Qin Junyu felt much better because of this letter. There were not many things that could make him laugh.

A few days before the Chinese New Year, it snowed heavily in Shengjing, the wind was cold and the snow was floating like cotton wool.

The mourning period had not yet ended and the whole country was in grief. The Spring Festival that year seemed a little deserted. There was not a single bit of red on the streets, which were covered in snow. Even firecrackers were not set off.

On New Year's Eve, the snow fell even thicker, the sky became dark, and the red walls and green tiles of the imperial city lost their color.

Qin Junyu was wrapped in a thick black fox cloak. When he nodded, the lower half of his face could be buried in the fluffy fur.

He stood on the inner corridor of the Hall of Mental Cultivation watching the snow. He had sent away all the palace servants, saying that he did not want to be disturbed, but in fact he was giving them a day off so that they could have a good New Year.

The foundation of the Hall of Mental Cultivation is higher than that of other palaces in the palace. The hundred-step staircase leading to the Danchi has been buried by snow and its shape cannot be seen.

Qin Junyu sighed, and the white mist he exhaled made his eyes wet.

“It’s Chinese New Year again.”

"Remember the first New Year's Eve we spent together, I gave you a bracelet. After you knew the meaning behind it, you refused to wear it. I thought you hated me." He laughed, very softly, almost inaudible in the whistling wind.

"You said you like watching fireworks, just like some moments between people, although fleeting, but when you recall it, it still feels very beautiful."

Qin Junyu lowered his eyes, "I guess I won't be able to see it this year."

The snowflakes were blown into the corridor by the wind and stuck to his cloak. He did not hide but reached out to catch some. The snowflakes melted instantly when they came into contact with his body temperature.

Nian Susu was still wearing thin summer clothes, but she didn't feel cold. She stretched out her hand like him, but unfortunately she didn't catch anything.

This is her third New Year in Liuli.

Three years was neither long nor short, but the whole world had changed dramatically and her life had deviated from its original track.

"Happy New Year, Your Highness."