The government was sending out wives, and I ended up with a princess from the previous dynasty!

"Bingyan, our Empress is no ordinary woman!"

Jia Daoshi also noticed something amiss and couldn't help but laugh.

Ji Bingyan nodded. Now, anyone who wasn't a fool could see that Ji Wuxin definitely possessed some secret.

As for what this secret is, everyone will soon find out.

Song Zhaoruo is back.

Of course, Song Zhaoruo didn't come back alone.

Behind her, a group of palace guards were escorting a person whose hands and feet were bound with iron chains and who was covered in blood!

The figure had white hair that fell over his face, making it impossible to see his features. However, several important acupoints on his body were pierced with black iron rods.

Crimson blood dripped continuously down the iron bar, dripping onto the ground.

However, when these blood droplets fell to the ground, they suddenly vaporized and turned into wisps of blood vapor, which were then absorbed back into the blood-clad man's body!

Therefore, wherever this figure passed, the air was filled with the aura of blood and qi!

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

As for Wu Qingye, who had remained silent until now, his expression changed upon seeing this person, and he finally let out a long sigh.

"Pity."

Wu Qingye's sigh caused a look of confusion to appear on the faces of everyone in the court.

What a pity? What's a pity?

The mysterious man, whose tattered clothes were almost soaked in blood, originally looked like a zombie, but after hearing Wu Qingye's voice, he suddenly trembled, and then a glint of light flashed in his numb eyes.

"It's a real pity. I was one step behind and couldn't defeat the one underground."

The moment that sound came out, the entire audience erupted in uproar!

Even though his voice had become hoarse, everyone could still tell!

The man, covered in black iron rods and bound by iron chains, was none other than the long-lost High Priest of the Great Jing!

Wu Qingye said calmly, "It's alright, you can't be blamed for this. Nothing in the world can be perfect."

"The Ninth Prince? The High Priest? What's going on? What are you talking about?"

All the civil and military officials in the court were completely bewildered upon seeing this scene.

Today's court assembly left them all somewhat bewildered!

Wasn't the plan to crown him a king?

How did it turn into an interrogation scene?

Aside from Ji Wuxin himself, the only people who knew some of the truth at the scene were Jia Daoshi and Ji Bingyan, a married couple.

However, Jia Daoshi and Ji Bingyan were also completely bewildered by this so-called high priest.

Didn't this high priest visit Cliff City not long ago?

How did it suddenly turn into this state?

"To the west of the Great Jing lies the Yuezhi, and beyond the Yuezhi are thirteen kingdoms in the Western Regions, including the Eight Western Kingdoms! The royal families of these thirteen kingdoms are all controlled by a single religion! And this religion is none other than the infamous Heavenly Desolation Immortal City. They have absorbed a vast number of followers by using the art of immortality, and these fanatical believers are willing to sacrifice their lives for the so-called Emperor."

Ji Wuxin spoke calmly and slowly, but his gaze remained fixed on Jia Daoshi, as if he were speaking to him directly.

After a pause, Ji Wuxin's gaze returned to the High Priest, and he said to Wu Qingye, "Our High Priest is one of the most powerful figures in the Heavenly Desolate Immortal City. He infiltrated the Great Jing Dynasty more than ten years ago, volunteered to enter the Imperial Palace, and became the High Priest. Ninth Prince, shall I continue?"

"No need." Wu Qingye sighed. "I never expected that His Majesty could accomplish what even my father couldn't. I accept defeat wholeheartedly this time."

Wu Qingye shook his head slightly and did not continue speaking.

Soon, at Ji Wuxin's instruction, the inner court guards took Wu Qingye and the high priest away.

During this process, Wu Qingye did not put up any resistance, which caught Jia Daoshi, who was well prepared, off guard.

He didn't expect that he wouldn't have to lift a finger today.

The ministers were all completely bewildered, having no idea what had happened.

Only Jia Daoshi came to his senses, realizing that he had underestimated Empress Ji Wuxin all along!

This woman is truly extraordinary!

Jia Daoshi rarely admired anyone so much, but he truly admired this empress.

It is truly rare for a woman to be able to manipulate events at will in this patriarchal world.

However, what puzzled him was the man in blood-stained clothes and the one mentioned underground.

Wu Qingye and his team's plan seemed perfect, but it failed because they couldn't defeat the one underground.

After hearing what the high priest said, Wu Qingye simply gave up resisting!

So, who exactly is that one underground?

Thinking of this, Jia Daoshi turned to look at Ji Bingyan, but Ji Bingyan also shook her head.

Given this situation, there was no need to continue the morning court session.

Ji Wuxin glanced indifferently at the assembled officials and then adjourned the court.

However, Jia Daoshi and Ji Bingyan were kept by Song Zhaoruo and taken to the Imperial Study.

Ji Wuxin stood beside a huge sand table, on which was a simulated map of the territories of Dajing and the surrounding countries.

After bringing Jia Daoshi and Ji Bingyan into the imperial study, Song Zhaoruo withdrew.

"Bingyan, if I were to pass this position to you, are you confident that you can hold this position well?"

Jia Daoshi thought that Ji Wuxin had called them over to say something, but he didn't expect that Ji Wuxin would say this as soon as they met.

"Your Majesty, this..."

Ji Bingyan didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Ji Wuxin: "Don't overthink it. Tell me, do you dare?"

Ji Bingyan turned her head to look at Jia Daoshi standing to the side, then took a deep breath: "Dare!"

Ji Wuxin nodded: "Very well, then this throne is yours! I hope you will not disappoint my expectations, nor will you let down this great land and all the people under heaven!"

As she spoke, Ji Bingyan looked at Jia Daoshi again: "Jia Daoshi, before you, I have never seen such an outstanding person. You have extraordinary martial arts skills, forging skills, mechanical skills, medicine skills, and the ability to command troops as a general... Each of these skills can make a person a god, but you have done them all. After meeting you, I realized what a true genius is!"

Jia Daoshi simply smiled faintly. In truth, his achievements were insignificant compared to those of countless transmigrators; he was merely a minor figure at the very bottom of the list.

Some transmigrators I've seen before, after spending so little time in another world, have already been able to shatter the void, move mountains and fill seas, and fly on swords.

He's still lingering in the mortal realm, making him a relatively weak transmigrator.

Ji Wuxin had no idea what Jia Daoshi was thinking. Seeing Jia Daoshi's calm and composed demeanor, she couldn't help but nod in approval.