I traveled through time and became the Queen of Ancient Dian

The guard raised his head tremblingly, his eyes filled with fear: "Something happened in the sacrificial square..."

"What happened? Tell me nicely!" Although the Queen's voice was still majestic, it carried a hint of imperceptible anxiety.

The guard took a deep breath and trembled as he spoke, "The people... the people are saying that the Pu tribe's sacrifice will anger the gods and bring disaster! There's chaos in the square right now, and many people... many people are clamoring to cancel the sacrifice!"

"What?!" Baona stood up suddenly, a surge of anger rushing to her head.

"These people are simply making up stories out of nothing and creating trouble!"

Zhaoyang Ruyue frowned and calmly analyzed, "It seems someone is deliberately spreading rumors to sabotage this sacrifice." Wumeng Tianlong clenched his fists, a cold glint in his eyes: "We must find the mastermind behind this as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!"

Time is running out and there is no time to waste.

The Queen acted decisively and ordered, "Zhaoyang Ruyue, Wumeng Tianlong, investigate this matter immediately and make sure to find out the truth! Baona, you assist them."

"Yes, sir!" The three of them took the order and quickly rushed to the sacrificial square.

In the square, the crowd was as noisy as boiling water, and all kinds of rumors were spreading one after another.

Someone shouted at the top of his lungs, "Pu culture is a cult! It will bring disaster!" Others echoed, "Right! We can't let this cult pollute our homeland!"

Zhaoyang Ruyue and Wumeng Tianlong acted separately to collect evidence and investigate the source of the rumors.

They found that these rumors were not groundless, but were deliberately spread by someone.

Soon, they found the people who spread the rumors. After some interrogation, they finally found out the mastermind behind the scenes - it was the conservative forces headed by Priest Huangfu!

"It really is them!" A trace of anger flashed in Zhaoyang Ruyue's eyes. "These people, in order to protect their own interests, actually did not hesitate to create panic and disrupt the sacrifice!"

"We must not let them succeed!" Wumeng Tianlong said firmly, "We must make the truth public as soon as possible and expose their conspiracy!"

They compiled the evidence they collected into a book and presented it to the Queen.

The Queen was furious and immediately ordered the evidence to be posted throughout the city and sent people to spread the word and clarify the facts.

As the truth was revealed, people gradually calmed down and began to reflect on their own behavior.

“It turns out we were all deceived!”

"Priest Huangfu is so despicable!"

"There's nothing wrong with Pu culture! We've wronged them!"

People's hearts gradually warmed up and sacrificial activities were able to continue.

However, at this moment, a guard came running in in a panic, his face pale and breathless, saying: "Your Majesty... It's bad... Priest Huangfu... He..."

The guard was out of breath, his face was pale, his lips were trembling and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Huangfu...Huangfu he...he..."

"What happened to him? Was he hospitalized because the snail noodles were too spicy?" Wumeng Tianlong frowned and made a rare inappropriate joke.

Zhaoyang Ruyue glared at him fiercely. What time is it now? He still has the mind to play tricks!

The guard was stunned by Wumeng Tianlong's sudden dry humor, and then said in an even more panicked voice: "No...no...Priest Huangfu...he...he brought a group of people...rushed...rushed into the sacrificial square!"

"Oh my god! What is this old guy going to do? An offline real-person PK?" Wumeng Tianlong exclaimed, hugged Zhaoyang Ruyue and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, stay calm and don't panic." Zhaoyang Ruyue felt a lot more at ease when she felt his strong arms, but the situation was still serious and she couldn't completely relax.

In the sacrificial square, Priest Huangfu led a group of strong men in black clothes and rushed in aggressively, making it look like the set of a large-scale costume drama.

"Stop this ridiculous sacrifice!" His voice was like a loud bell, making the already agitated crowd in the square even more uneasy.

"Pu culture is heresy and will bring disaster to us! I will never allow this to happen!"

Scholar Sima stepped forward and refuted righteously, "Priest Huangfu, this is nonsense! The Pu people have a long and profound culture, how could this be heresy? You are simply trying to mislead people!"

"Hmph! Sima scholar, stop quibbling!" Priest Huangfu sneered, "I am the orthodox priest of the ancient Dian Kingdom. If I say it is a cult, then it is a cult!"

"You're just making up stories!" Historian Zhuge also came out to support Sima scholar. "The Pu culture and ancient Dian culture have integrated and developed together. This is an indisputable fact!"

The two sides argued endlessly, the scene was chaotic, and the voices of support and opposition were intertwined, like a pot of boiling porridge that could overflow at any time.

Xiahou Gong was so anxious that he stamped his feet. The sacrifice hadn't even started yet, so how could a fight break out?

The Tuoba dancer hugged her sacrificial props tightly, her eyes full of worry.

Suddenly, Priest Huangfu squeezed out from the crowd, raised his hands high, and shouted: "Everyone, don't be fooled by them!..." Priest Huangfu squeezed out from the crowd, raised his hands high, and shouted: "Everyone, don't be fooled by them! This so-called Pu culture is simply a bunch of shamans who made it up! They want to deceive the people and usurp our power! We must not let them succeed!"

When Tuoba Dancer heard this, he was so angry that he almost broke the feather fan used for sacrifice.

She took a deep breath and decided not to argue with this old stubborn man, but to prove everything with her actions.

She spun gracefully, her skirt blooming like a lotus, and then she began to dance.

The drums sounded with a brisk rhythm. The Tuoba dancers' movements were sometimes as light as a swallow and sometimes as solemn as a mountain. Every movement was full of power and beauty, as if showing the sacredness of the Pu culture to the fullest.

The originally noisy crowd gradually quieted down, and everyone's attention was attracted by the Tuoba dancer.

They had never seen such a graceful and powerful dance, as if their souls had been cleansed.

Even some people who were originally skeptical about Pu culture have begun to re-examine this culture.

"This...this dance..." an old woman murmured to herself, "It's so beautiful, it feels like...like the gods are dancing..."

Seeing that things were not going well, Priest Huangfu shouted, "Don't be fooled! This is just some unorthodox method! It's sorcery!"

However, his voice was soon drowned out by the drums and praises.

At this moment, Historian Zhuge unearthed an ancient parchment scroll from somewhere, held it high above his head, and exclaimed, "According to the ancient sacrificial records of the ancient Dian Kingdom, the sacrificial rituals of the Pu people were once an important part of ancient Dian culture! Priest Huangfu, as the chief priest, you don't even know this?"

Priest Huangfu's face instantly turned the color of liver.

He never thought that the historian Zhuge could produce such solid evidence.

He opened his mouth to retort, but found himself speechless.

At this moment, Scholar Sima walked slowly up to Priest Huangfu, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a scholarly tone, "Priest Huangfu, young man, you should read more, otherwise you will easily become a nitpicker."

Priest Huangfu felt greatly insulted and almost couldn't breathe.

He glared at Sima Scholar fiercely, then turned to look at his supporters, only to find that they had already started whispering, their eyes full of doubt and hesitation.

"You..." Priest Huangfu's voice trembled, "You...don't..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt someone tapping his shoulder.

He looked back and saw a man in black whispering something in his ear.

Priest Huangfu's face turned pale in an instant, his lips trembled, and he was unable to speak.

After the man in black finished speaking, he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Priest Huangfu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He raised his head, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes, and whispered, "Okay, very good... Since you won't accept my toast, I'll drink the penalty..."

Priest Huangfu had a gloomy face and left the crowd without saying a word.

Scholar Sima looked at his back, shook his head and sighed, "Alas, so stubborn, so old-fashioned!" Tuoba Dancer excitedly high-fived Zhaoyang Ruyue and Wumeng Tianlong, "Yes! Perfect! It seems that Pu culture will soon be accepted by everyone!"

Wumeng Tianlong smiled, a rare moment. "Looks like we're safe this time." Zhaoyang Ruyue, however, seemed a little worried. "Don't be too happy too soon. I have a feeling things aren't that simple." The Queen stood aside, her wise gaze sweeping over the crowd as she spoke in a deep voice, "Better safe than sorry. We can't let our guard down."

In the next few days, everyone was making final preparations for the sacrificial ceremony.

Tuoba dancers led the dancers to rehearse again and again, striving to perfectly display the essence of Pu culture.

The Xiahou workers were busy making sacrificial utensils, meticulously carving every detail in the pursuit of perfection.

The historian Zhuge read through a large number of ancient books to provide historical basis for the sacrificial activities.

Everything seems to be going on in an orderly manner.

However, on the eve of the sacrifice, an accident happened.

When Xiahou Gong was checking the sacrificial supplies, he found some abnormalities.

Some tiny cracks appeared on the originally smooth altar. These cracks were almost imperceptible and would have been impossible to detect if it were not for Xia Hou Gong's experience.

"This...what's going on?" Xia Hou Gong muttered to himself with a serious expression.

He carefully checked other sacrificial items and found that not only the altar, but also the incense burners, candlesticks, etc. used for sacrifices had similar cracks.

"Oh no! Someone has tampered with the sacrificial supplies!" Xia Hou Gong suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with shock and anger.

He immediately reported the matter to the Queen.

After hearing this, the queen's face turned gloomy.

"It seems some people really won't cry until they see the coffin." A cold glint flashed in her eyes. "Pass the order down, strengthen the vigilance, and ensure the smooth progress of the sacrificial ceremony!"

As the night deepens, the sacrificial square is brightly lit. Everything is ready, waiting for tomorrow's sacrificial ceremony.

However, in the dark corner, a shadow moved silently, holding a sharp dagger in his hand...

"Tomorrow is the day you die..."