After being reborn with my scumbag ex-husband, I became his sister-in-law.

Upon hearing this, the envoy who was kneeling on the ground hurriedly crawled a few steps and knelt in front of the Tibetan prince, pleading, "No!"

"Prince! You must not allow the Holy Maiden's body to be tainted in the slightest. If her soul cannot be reincarnated and cannot return to the land of Tibet, then Tibet will be cursed!"

The Tibetan prince suddenly fell silent, a wavering expression appearing on his face.

On one side is his own biological daughter, and on the other is the holy woman of Tibet and the future glory.

Seeing the Tibetan prince's hesitant expression, Song Xizhi knew exactly what he was thinking.

The holy maiden was his own daughter, unique and irreplaceable, and the Tibetan prince certainly wanted to rescue her.

As for the Tibetan envoys, the holy woman's death meant she would eventually be reincarnated on Tibetan soil; it was only a matter of time.

However, according to the witch doctor, if dirty hands touch the saintess, it will defile her soul and prevent her from being reincarnated in Tibet.

Then they certainly wouldn't take the risk of getting themselves treated.

Song Xizhi thought for a moment, then looked directly at the Tibetan prince and said, word by word, "This witch doctor said that if my words defiled the holy maiden, her soul would be unable to reincarnate."

"But she didn't die, so how could she be reincarnated?"

Upon hearing this, the witch doctor's chest heaved violently, and his face, covered in tattoos, flushed red: "Who are you? Do you have a divine mandate to heal and save lives?"

"I come from a family of shamanic healers. I am ordained by Heaven to heal the people of the world!"

Song Xizhi sneered: "Is Heaven's will that you sentence a living person to death?"

After she finished speaking, she looked once again with immense anxiety at the Tibetan prince, who was struggling internally:

"The doctor's intentions were so obvious just now; what he said was utter nonsense!"

"He made the wrong judgment earlier, believing that the Tibetan holy maiden was dead. Now he has no choice but to stop me to avoid being punished!"

"As a citizen of the Great Qian Dynasty, I, like you, Your Highness, most desire to see the Holy Maiden awaken, so as not to damage the diplomatic relations between the two dynasties."

"Doctors are supposed to have a benevolent heart, but there are so many charlatans in the world who are not worthy of being called doctors!"

Song Xizhi's voice was clear and bright, his eyes were sharp, and every word he spoke carried a strong persuasive quality, calming the Tibetan prince's restless soul.

She continued, "Other Tibetans have many holy daughters, but you, Prince, only have this one daughter."

“I know you love her very much, but if we delay any longer, it will be too late.”

Upon hearing this, the Tibetan prince seemed to have finally made up his mind. With tears in his eyes, he nodded emphatically to Song Xizhi: "Alright, I'll let you try, I'll let you try to heal my daughter!"

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward, and knelt beside the girl. Following the method taught by his master in his previous life, he first removed the debris from her mouth.

Again, he placed his hands together, one palm holding the back of the other, and began performing CPR on the girl's chest.

On the other side, in a large tent, Emperor Guangqi sat on the main seat with a gloomy expression.

His ministers surrounded him, each with a bitter expression, whispering cautiously among themselves.

Directly in front of Emperor Guangqi stood a slender middle-aged man in red, his face solemn.

This middle-aged man was Lord Luo, the Director of the Astronomical Bureau of the Imperial Observatory.

Therefore, the Astronomical Observatory where he worked was responsible for observing astronomical phenomena, verifying the calendar, and predicting good and bad fortune.

Behind Lord Luo stood three deputies, each holding an armillary sphere, a gnomon, and a water clock, respectively.

The group had just returned from outside the camp. They had observed the stars at night and received definite news, so they rushed to report to the emperor.

Emperor Guangqi leaned back in his chair, looking wearily at the Directorate of Astronomy before him. His voice was unreadable: "What did you observe from the stars last night?"

"What exactly caused the current situation surrounding my Fengshan ceremony?"

After listening to Song Xizhi's advice, Emperor Guangqi evacuated in time and was not injured. However, the two subsequent collapses still resulted in heavy casualties.

The secret guards he sent out to check the situation have not yet returned.

However, the Fengshan ceremony was marred by landslides, earthquakes, and floods, phenomena that had never occurred during his reign or even since the establishment of the Daqian Dynasty.

Regardless of the results of the secret guards' investigation, he must consult with the Astronomical Bureau and then give an explanation to the world.

Lord Luo's face was also tense: "The Fengshan Ceremony is clearly an auspicious day, yet strange phenomena have occurred, with mountains collapsing and the earth cracking. This is obviously an ominous sign sent down by Heaven, a calamity sent by the Heavenly Emperor and Earthly Queen to prevent Your Majesty from making offerings."

Upon hearing this, the ministers' expressions changed, and their discussions grew even louder.

At this moment, Prince Yu also had his hands behind his back, staring intently at Lord Luo's face.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Guangqi closed his eyes briefly and remained silent.

Then Lord Luo's voice continued, "But His Majesty has ruled the Great Qian for so many years, always working diligently and with favorable weather and no problems. This shows that the fault this time does not lie with His Majesty."

Emperor Guangqi rubbed his temples, and the image that appeared before his eyes was that pair of green eyes when he was assassinated in the bamboo forest that day.

Those were eyes from the Western Rong.

Emperor Guangqi naturally knew that the fault did not lie with him. He had clearly taken precautions, bringing several times the strength of his forces and setting up an inescapable net to prevent assassination attempts.

But it still happened eventually.

It wasn't an assassination attempt, nor was it poisoning; it directly caused the landslide.

Oh, Xi Rong, more than ten years have passed since the Han family case, yet their desire to destroy the Great Qian Dynasty remains undiminished.

The emperor pondered for a moment, then reopened his eyes. His sharp gaze swept over the assembled officials, and he spoke meaningfully:

"Is it possible that this strange phenomenon was not a natural occurrence, but rather man-made? Did someone deliberately disrupt my Fengshan ceremony?"

The emperor's words only fueled the growing murmurs and discussions among the court officials.

Prime Minister Lin immediately stepped forward: "Your Majesty is right. This matter concerns the stability of the country and the nation. It must be seriously investigated and the traitors severely punished in order to silence public opinion."

Lord Luo nodded in agreement: "That's right. I observed the stars last night and came to the same conclusion as Your Majesty."

"The celestial phenomenon is said to be because a jinxed star participated in this Fengshan ceremony, and their fates clashed, so the star was enraged for three days and sent down this strange phenomenon."

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy tent fell silent in an instant.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces grave, even the emperor's heartbeat slowed down.

He sat up slightly and asked very cautiously, "Then, Minister Luo, who exactly is this 'lone star of misfortune' you speak of?"