Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

Dark clouds drifted over the altar, and Wu Zhao's eyelids twitched: "This is a prayer dance, so naturally you must be devout to the gods. Don't say such things again next time, Heaven is watching."

She quickly took a few steps back, seemingly wanting to get away from the girl in white.

Yu Chen almost laughed. He clearly saw the white-clad girl, Wu Jiaojiao, twitch her lips after hearing Wu Zhao's words.

That's not how the script goes!

Wu Jiaojiao's eyes revealed very clear emotions.

Unfortunately, Wu Zhao's attention was focused on the dark clouds overhead.

"I haven't done anything rebellious, so if you want to chop me up, don't chop me up!" Wu Zhao thought to himself.

Wu Zhao, who was practically swearing to the heavens, couldn't help but think: Wu Jiaojiao is not Wu Zhao, and what she said has absolutely nothing to do with Wu Zhao!

"It looks like it's going to rain. Let's leave." Yu Chen had also noticed the dark cloud. He muttered to himself, somewhat puzzled, "The weather is so unpredictable. It starts raining just like that. Could it be that this prayer dance really works?"

Wu Jiaojiao snorted and muttered, "I'm dancing an ancient dance, what if it's real? Look, the clouds are drifting over here."

"Maybe even God thinks I dance well and is here to encourage me."

Indeed, they're here to strike you down.

Wu Zhao quickly turned around and walked downstairs, saying, "This isn't mine..."

Before she could finish speaking, a torrential downpour began without warning.

The rain was quite interesting; it only rained heavily around the altar area.

Caught off guard, Yu Chen and Wu Jiaojiao were soaked to the bone.

Wu Zhao, who ran very fast, avoided the area with the heaviest rain despite the drizzle.

She had just run downstairs when she saw Gu Chen waiting below, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

"What a coincidence, Zhao Zhao." Gu Chen tilted the umbrella slightly to shield her from the rain.

Wu Zhao wiped the rain from his face. "You're here to see the Imperial Preceptor's sister who dances at the sacrificial altar too?"

"Hmm." Gu Chen nodded, his gaze lingering on Wu Zhao.

“That’s quite a coincidence, she’ll be down soon.” Wu Zhao pointed behind him.

Gu Chen's thin lips curved slightly. "I've already met her, the Imperial Advisor's sister."

Ok?

As Wu Zhao straightened her clothes, she looked up and saw Yu Chen and the white-clad girl Wu Jiaojiao running down in a disheveled state.

"I really did see him," Wu Zhao thought to himself.

"You can ask her anything you want."

Gu Chen shook his head: "No need, I already know what I wanted to know. I just came here to try my luck, I didn't expect to see you."

So you didn't come here specifically to see the Imperial Advisor's sister?

Looking at Gu Chen with some suspicion, Wu Zhao asked, "...Then, what clues did you obtain?"

“Hmm…” Gu Chen pondered for a moment, then looked at Wu Zhao: “It’s a secret.”

A hint of a smile flickered in his eyes.

“Zhaozhao, we are now... hostile forces.”

Wu Zhao rolled her eyes and, taking advantage of his inattention, snatched the oil-paper umbrella from his hand.

"That's perfect, I'll requisition your umbrella! You hostage, get out of the way!"

After she finished speaking, she turned to Yu Chen and said, "Why isn't my Empress coming over soon? We need to hurry up and look for other clues!"

As soon as the oil-paper umbrella left Gu Chen's head, the previously rapid sound of rain began to subside.

Then, all that was visible to the naked eye was a light drizzle.

Wu Zhao felt a surge of unexpected anger. Holding up her umbrella, she grabbed Yu Chen and dragged him away.

Wu Jiaojiao was left bewildered, and Gu Chen had an unreadable expression.

"Um...Does His Highness the hostage have any questions?"

Wu Jiaojiao felt inexplicably pressured and asked cautiously.

Gu Chen gave her a cold look. "Don't take on roles like this next time. You... can't handle it."

This inexplicable remark left Wu Jiaojiao somewhat bewildered.

Awkwardly touching her veil, Wu Jiaojiao didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, Gu Chen didn't wait for her to speak and turned to leave.

As he was leaving, he glanced at the high altar, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

...What a clever scheme! They even brought out something like this just to trigger the dark side within Zhao Zhao.

Unfortunately, you won't get what you want.

……

The rain had long since stopped, but Wu Zhao hadn't put down the umbrella in his hand.

Yu Chen was still a little wet. Halfway there, he said, "Your Majesty, why don't we find a place to sit for a while?"

"I want to tidy up my clothes."

Wu Zhao then said, "Alright, you go change your clothes first. I'll go see the Imperial Advisor later."

What Wu Jiaojiao said made Wu Zhao unsure whether the script was actually true.

Yu Chen did not object: "Alright, see you at the Imperial Preceptor's residence after I change my clothes."

Unfortunately, when Wu Zhao went to the Imperial Preceptor's residence again, he learned that the Imperial Preceptor had already left and was not in the residence.

"Where did he go?" Wu Zhao asked the steward.

The steward looked embarrassed. "This... it's just that the Grand Preceptor didn't mention it when he left. Your Majesty, I'm very sorry."

...How could it be arranged like this?

It seems there's no way to get any useful information from this NPC for the time being.

Are we just left waiting for the rain-praying ceremony?

However, the deadline is only 8 PM...

Turning the ring on his hand, Wu Zhao vaguely felt as if he had missed some important clue.

She waited for a while at the entrance of the Imperial Preceptor's residence, but Yu Chen did not come over.

The cameraman behind her prompted her to check the comments section.

So Wu Zhao moved closer.

Several lines of text flashed quickly across the screen.

【Wanla, His Majesty's harem is on fire!】

[Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you must be going to see! Your Empress is trying to climb the wall!]

[Hilarious! Your Majesty, don't misunderstand, your Empress is literally climbing the wall in a physical sense!]

Climbing walls? What's that?

Wu Zhao raised an eyebrow: "Where did Yu Chen go?"

Someone in the live chat was explaining it.

[While the Empress was changing clothes, she overheard someone say there were clues at the General's Mansion, but since she couldn't get in, she decided to climb over the wall! Hahaha!]

[The General's Mansion is the Imperial Concubine's territory! Brother Yu was in such a hurry to get the clues that he couldn't wait to inform His Majesty! Your Majesty, please forgive his recklessness, hahaha!]

[Our Yu-ge is a different kind of firework, he can even climb walls by himself.]

Indeed, the fact that a top celebrity almost made a fool of themselves by failing to access the internet while trying to climb over the wall has become a dark chapter in their history.

Upon learning that Yu Chen was stuck on the wall of the General's Mansion and staring at the guards, unable to climb down, Wu Zhao couldn't help but laugh.

"Since the Empress has such lofty ambitions, I won't stop him. I believe he will definitely be able to obtain the clues!"

Wu Zhao suddenly remembered that the Empress Dowager and the Emperor Emeritus were still in the palace, so she decided to go and see them first.

According to Mo Dahai's script, the retired emperor and empress dowager should not leave the palace.

Although they have considerable power, their actions are restricted.

Mo Dahai meant that it was also for the sake of fairness in the game.

Since they cannot leave the palace, there must be some very important clues inside.

Perhaps Qi An and his wife have already been found?

With these thoughts in mind, Wu Zhao headed towards the palace.

Interestingly, she ran into Gu Chen again at the palace gate.

The other person was still dressed in white, standing quietly at the palace gate.

Upon seeing Wu Zhao, he curled his lips into a smile: "I wonder if Your Majesty would allow me to enter the palace?"

As he spoke, Gu Chen bowed to Wu Zhao with his hands clasped, his posture relaxed and elegant.

It has its own unique charm, so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it.

Wu Zhao blinked and blurted out, "Of course!"

A faint smile appeared in those eyes, which were like stars falling into the night sky.

Oops.

"Thank you, Your Majesty..."

The word "Your Majesty" was murmured softly, as if whispered in her ear.

Every sound enters the ear and captivates the mind.