The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

Liang Chongyue was worried about the situation in North China, but fortunately Li Wen was extremely fast and efficient in his work. The ten-day deadline had arrived, and Liang Chongyue got up earlier than usual to attend court. Before dawn, when the air was still wet, Liang Chongyue had already put on his dragon robe and got on the carriage heading to Daxiangguo Temple.

Lianchi, who had entered the palace last night and set up an altar in the palace, was now standing outside the carriage where His Majesty was sitting, in a safe position. He had changed back into his cassock, his brows were relaxed, his eyes were clear and bright, the corners of his eyes were slightly drooping, and his gaze was restrained. He just followed His Majesty's carriage, and the introverted and steady aura around him made him look like a host.

Along the way, Liang Chongyue recited scriptures to pray for the people of North China. Sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed, he listened to the scriptures and the chirping of cicadas on the roadside, and his mood calmed down a lot.

"Your Majesty, we will be there in a moment."

After an unknown amount of time, Yun Ling's voice rang in his ears. Liang Chongyue suddenly woke up and realized that he had fallen asleep. He opened the curtain and looked outside. The sun had already risen and the moisture on the road had almost evaporated.

"When offering sacrifices and praying for blessings, one must remain hungry to show sincerity. Your Majesty, I'm sorry that you can't even offer tea."

Liang Chongyue was just about to reach out to Yun Ling for a cup of tea when Yun Ling gently refused.

This was not her first time to go to Daxiangguo Temple to offer sacrifices and pray, but her scumbag father always came there before, and she was just busy with her own things, and for a while she forgot about this little thing.

Liang Chongyue withdrew his hand and sat in the carriage in the same posture as before. The sound of Lianchi chanting scriptures outside came into the carriage from time to time. When the sound of cicadas outside became smaller and smaller, Liang Chongyue knew that they were almost there.

The small animals raised in Lianchi under the Daxiangguo Temple ate all the insects around it. In summer, not even a cicada dared to chirp.

She had asked Lianchi to move all the small animals to another place, but as long as the traces left by these small animals remained, there would be no more cicadas or birds singing around Daxiangguo Temple.

"Your Majesty, we have arrived. The carriage can only stop here. Your Majesty will have to come in person to do the rest."

Ping'an's voice sounded outside. After Liang Chongyue opened his eyes, Yun Ling lifted the curtain from the inside and got off the carriage. Liang Chongyue took a deep breath. It had been a long time since he smelled such fresh air.

"Your Majesty, please follow me."

Liang Chongyue knew the way up the mountain for the sacrifice. The place of sacrifice was not in the Daxiangguo Temple, but on a higher mountain peak. With the old poisonous creature Lianchi leading the way, the little beasts along the way probably didn't even have the courage to come close.

Liang Chongyue met Lian Chi's gaze, nodded slightly, tidied her clothes, and left the group behind. In addition to Yun Ling and Ping An who had always been with her, Chi Rong also brought a group of elite soldiers with him.

It was hot in the summer and it hadn't rained in the capital for a long time. The way up the mountain was not difficult to walk. Following Lianchi, Liang Chongyue reached the sacrificial mountain in half an hour. Li Wen had been waiting there for a long time and had prepared everything.

The altar for praying for rain was set up in the open area in the center of the mountain. The dragon and cloud patterns carved on the altar were exposed to the increasingly hot sun. The lifelike picture seemed to come alive in the next second.

A circle of high monks from the Daxiangguo Temple stood around the Temple of Heaven, each holding an object in their hands. Some were dried tree trunks and dead grass, some were spirit snakes and beasts... and everyone held something different.

In the center of the Temple of Heaven, the cauldron used for praying for rain is surrounded by the eleven Chinese zodiac animals, all with their throats cut. Their placement is also very careful to ensure that their blood can flow to the center of the Temple of Heaven, forming a blood-made formation on the altar.

One of the twelve zodiac animals is missing. Liang Chongyue is wearing a dragon robe. The bright yellow robe is embroidered with dragon patterns. Under the glaring sun, the robe moves as Liang Chongyue walks, appearing lifelike. The patterns are very similar to the dragon patterns carved on the altar.

Liang Chongyue could smell the strong smell of blood in the air before he even went up to the altar. It was fishy, but not smelly. It seemed that it had not been there for too long, and the time was calculated carefully.

"Your Majesty, let's get started. If you wait another minute, you will miss the best opportunity to pray to the heavens."

The Imperial Observatory came up from behind and whispered something in His Majesty's ear.

Upon hearing this, Liang Chongyue looked at the cauldron in the center of the altar with a serious expression and walked over. When she took the first step, the sound of chanting scriptures rang out around her. Behind each animal, there was a monk with his head lowered, like a sculpture, with only his mouth moving quietly.

Liang Chongyue had never witnessed the sacrificial ceremony performed by her scumbag father in person. Apart from what the Imperial Observatory described to her, she learned everything from watching the video on the panel last night.

Listening to the chanting of scriptures around him, Liang Chongyue walked to the cauldron, which was already covered with incense ash. Liang Chongyue first bowed to the cauldron, then took out a dagger that had been prepared long ago from his sleeve, cut open the palms of his hands, and let the blood drip out.

Liang Chongyue inserted the dagger stained with her blood into the cauldron. The blood dripped onto the cauldron. She didn't know if it was because the sun was too strong or if it was her illusion, but she saw a flash of golden light where the blood dripped, and then calm returned in that instant.

After taking the incense from the side and lighting it, he returned to the furnace and knelt down. At this time, the sound of the monk chanting scriptures beside him suddenly increased. Liang Chongyue knelt on the ground, with uneven dragon carvings under his knees. He closed his eyes, recalling everything he saw on the panel last night, and began to imitate his scumbag father and chant the scriptures to pray for rain.

After Liang Chongyue recited the entire prayer for rain three times, she opened her eyes again. The incense in her hand had burned out for the most part, and the end was stained red with her blood. Liang Chongyue stood up and inserted the incense that had not yet burned out into the furnace.

The wound on her palm was still oozing blood, and her feet were already stained red with blood. In addition to her blood, there was also the blood of the other eleven zodiac animals, which dyed the dragon pattern on the sacrificial temple blood red.

Liang Chongyue could no longer see how much blood he had lost. His lower body was stained with blood because he had just kneeled on the ground.

The sun was high in the sky. Liang Chongyue looked up at the sky. The sound of the monks chanting scriptures continued. The Great Xia flags planted around the altar were exposed to the scorching sun. Liang Chongyue's face was pale from excessive blood loss. He faced the cloudless sky and muttered something in a low and powerful voice:

"North China is suffering from a severe drought. The earth is cracked and all the crops in the fields have died. The people are displaced and suffering everywhere. I stand here today to pray for rain on behalf of all the people!

I know the laws of nature are unpredictable, but I also believe that the people's hearts can move Heaven. These vast rivers and mountains are the foundation of the people of Great Xia. Although I have not seen it myself, hearing about the desolation that is widespread in North China is heartbreaking.

If there is a spirit in heaven, it should see the suffering of my people of Daxia and hear their cries! They toil under the scorching sun, fighting to make a living, but are ravaged by drought and have no harvest.

As the Son of Heaven, I rule the world by the mandate of Heaven. I hereby plead with the gods of Heaven and Earth to send down sweet rain to moisten the dry land of North China and save my suffering people!

I swear by the fate of the Great Xia nation and my own position as the Supreme Emperor, and am willing to bear the suffering of the people. If it can bring this rain, I am willing to pay any price!

Today, I will let the sky hear my determination, let the earth bear witness to my will! Let the wind and rain obey my command! Let the rain pour down and save the people!