Deep Palace Pet Peach Blossom Flawless

In the bedroom of the main hall of Qianzheng Palace, Emperor Shenwu was still guarding Lan Qingwu closely.

Three days passed quickly, Lan Qingwu's heartbeat weakened even further, his breathing became intermittent, and the Divine Martial Emperor grew more desperate day by day.

In the side hall of Qianzheng Palace, Prince Ding paced back and forth restlessly. "Your Majesty hasn't attended court for three days. Every day, I'm surrounded by ministers questioning Your Majesty. I can't even leave the palace. You must quickly think of a solution. We can't let Concubine Yi remain unconscious like this!"

The three masters and apprentices of Master Ku Ku, who were imprisoned in the side hall by the Shenwu Emperor, as well as Zhao Wubing and Nie Wushuang, all looked worried upon hearing this. Nie Wushuang hesitated and said, "Your Highness, if it is really as... Master Zhiyan said, then I am truly powerless to do anything."

Prince Ding was so anxious that he started to turn around again. "Master Kunku, as a highly accomplished monk and the abbot of Guoan Temple, you must come up with a solution! Otherwise—your two disciples are now imprisoned in the palace, and when...they will lose their lives!"

Master Kunku's face darkened upon hearing this, while the stubborn Master Zhiyan frowned, "Fate is determined by heaven, and besides, your Highness's fate was inevitable. How can His Majesty blame us, your master and your disciples?"

Prince Ding was so angry that he jumped up and down, pointing at Master Zhiyan: "You! You—if I were His Majesty, I would want your life too! Bah! I'm not His Majesty! You're really going to piss me off to death!"

Master Bu Yu, who had also spent the past three days feeling like years, remained silent. Now, a look of desperation crossed his face: "Amitabha! Your Highness Prince Ding, please take this humble monk to see His Majesty!"

Master Zhiyan looked at his fellow apprentice in shock: "Brother! What are you going to do? This is God's will. Life and death are determined by fate. Are you going to go against it?"

Master Kuan Nu turned around and looked at his little apprentice carefully. Perhaps - the man's only hope of survival lies in Buyu.

Master Buyu said more firmly, "What is heaven's will? And what is going against heaven's will? Besides, I think what you said is very right. There must be a reason why she came here. It is fate! It is also heaven's will! Do we outsiders have to distinguish where a person comes from when we save them? Master, Junior Brother, please let Buyu stick to his choice! Buyu - I can't watch your soul go to nowhere!"

He couldn't let his master and fellow apprentice lose their lives, or even implicate everyone in Guoan Temple. If the nobleman's soul were to be lost, the emperor's despair would undoubtedly lead to a drastic change in his temperament, and the people of the world would be implicated!

Zhiyan was stunned and said, "Is it fate? Or is it God's will?"

Master Kunlun frowned, "But I have searched through all the books for the past three days and still haven't come up with a solution. How can you know the solution?"

Master Buyu clasped his hands together and bowed, "Master, next, please invite the uncles, brothers, and others in Guoan Temple to Miaoling Palace. Everything is up to you!"

Master Buyu followed Prince Ding to the bedroom in the main hall of Qianzheng Palace. Ruping, Ruhan, Qiulan, and Li Xiang were stationed at the door. They had refused to leave for the past three days. Prince Ding remained at the door, while Master Buyu entered the bedroom alone.

In the main hall bedroom, after listening to Master Bu Yu's words, Emperor Shenwu's handsome face, which had become haggard in just three days, finally showed a glimmer of light: "Miaoling Palace!"

"Amitabha! Yes, Your Majesty. I borrowed your royal scroll to read. The founding empress, Empress Zhaoyan, once left behind a wonderful spiritual formation. I have studied it and found that this place is the Ruyi Terrace of the Miaoling Palace! Your Majesty, please take your majesty to the Miaoling Palace immediately. I will also ask Master to invite the senior monks from the temple. I will activate the Miaoling formation and ask the senior monks to summon the soul in front of the formation. Perhaps - your majesty still has a chance of survival!"

"A glimmer of hope?"

Emperor Shenwu stared at Master Buyu: "So you're not sure either?"

"Yes, one or two out of ten. I'm willing to give it a try!"

Emperor Shenwu gently closed his eyes: "If she doesn't want to come back, is there nothing we can do?"

He lowered his head without saying a word: "If...you want to stay in the other world, then - even gods and Buddhas can't save you!"

Emperor Shenwu opened his eyes and looked at Lan Qingwu's unconscious, pale face. He finally said, "Come here! Prepare the carriage! Head to Miaoling Palace immediately!"

Prince Ding, standing at the dormitory door, looked at Li Xiang and the others from time to time, and then looked into the dormitory from time to time, wondering if the little monk's method would work. What if...

Prince Ding was lost in his thoughts when he suddenly stopped. He saw Emperor Shenwu walking out of the bedroom step by step. In his arms, the man was sleeping unconsciously. Behind the emperor, Master Buyu followed closely.

Prince Ding was speechless for a moment. Just as Emperor Shenwu was about to pass him, Prince Ding finally came to his senses: "Your Majesty..."

Emperor Shenwu said without turning his head: "Prince Ding will stay in the imperial city and handle state affairs on my behalf!"

Prince Ding stared blankly at the departing figure of the Shenwu Emperor. He had never seen such an expression on the Shenwu Emperor's face before. It was empty and hopeless. Prince Ding couldn't help but shudder. I wish... I wish...

Li Xiang and the other four people at the door of the Qianzheng Palace bedroom followed Emperor Shenwu out. In a moment, only Prince Ding was left at the door.

Lan Qingwu was sucked into a passage filled with white light, and her soul wandered involuntarily in the long passage.

After an unknown amount of time, Lan Qingwu's eyes finally stopped seeing the dazzling white light. She tentatively opened her eyes, only to find herself in a strange room.

Lan Qingwu was about to walk back and forth when he heard a noise.

The door of this strange room opened and two people walked in.

Lan Qingwu had nowhere to hide, and then he found that the two people could not see him.

Then the two men walked to a bed.

Lan Qingwu then discovered that there was a pure white bed in the room, on which lay a thin and frail person. The person lay motionless with a pale face, and there were a ventilator and various instruments on the bedside.

Lan Qingwu looked at the pure white room and realized that it was a hospital ward. She returned to her original world.

The man and woman walked to the front of the bed and looked at the person on the bed in silence.

After a moment, the man broke the silence first: "Yuyan, you are just her agent. You have done enough for her over the past three years. After all, we still have to live our own lives. The doctor has already diagnosed that she will never wake up again. Now she is just trying to get by. Why should you continue to waste your money on her!"

Yuyan frowned slightly. "Fang Ping, you can't say that. This money belongs to Miss Lan. I, her agent, am simply keeping it. It should be used for Miss Lan. Now that she's in this state, are you really going to let me just sit there and do nothing? Besides... I can't get over this."