novelraw Chapter 408 Blame the High Priest
Chapter 408 Blame the High Priest
The next morning, Yan Li and Xuanyuan Jiahe had breakfast and went to talk to King Feng about the crown prince of Zhaoguo.
King Feng had no reaction to this, and nodded silently.
As the gate approached, the palace became visibly busy, with lights and decorations everywhere.
The snow on the ground had been cleaned up by the palace servants, and the ridge of the palace was still covered with white, and the air was chilly.
Yan Li and Mu Cang planned to stay in the South Country for a while. In the past few days, Yan Li lived with Xuanyuan Jiahe, and Mu Cang went to Yingge.
She had her own residence in Yingge.
Because she was pestered by Xuanyuan Jiahe these two days, Yan Li had no time to discuss with Mu Cang some things that she had been hiding from her. Thinking that Mu Cang still had the poison in his body that had not been completely resolved, she decided to take the time to talk to him.
The 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month was not a holiday yet.
The Phoenix King and the entire court of the Southern Kingdom were in the court. Mu Cang took Yan Li to visit the many checkpoints and training environment in the Shadow Pavilion, and also secretly observed the Shadow Guards who were training or about to leave the palace.
Yan Li met the four Tianshu here.
They came back to report on their duties.
This is the rule of the Shadow Guards. Unless there are special circumstances, they must report back to the Shadow Pavilion on time within the specified time to ensure that every Shadow Guard is under control.
Unless there are special circumstances.
"After leaving the South Country, the four of us, Tianshu, will be removed from the Shadow Pavilion of the South Country, and from now on, we will belong exclusively to you, the master, and will no longer be bound by rules." Mu Cang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, his voice low and steady, "But the Shadow Pavilion has your mark, and if we have contact in the future, we will give you special treatment."
Yan Li tilted her head to look at him, with a faint sneer on the corner of her mouth: "It is obviously the Shadow Pavilion of the South Country, but I, the former empress of the South Country, don't know as much as you, the prince of Mu."
"It's all the fault of the high priest." Mu Cang said so, not minding putting the blame on the high priest at all, "If you hadn't taken advantage of my ignorance to plot against me, I should have started my own imperial hegemony by now, why would I be entangled in love?"
Yan Li paused, looking at him without saying a word.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mu Cang raised the corner of his mouth, "Am I wrong?"
"You are good at pushing the responsibility onto others." Yan Li turned around and walked out with him, "Since you have discovered the conspiracy of the high priest, you should withdraw in time."
Mu Cang sighed: "You have exposed all my cards, what's the point of withdrawing now? It's impossible to catch them off guard."
Yan Li said leisurely: "If you still have the domineering spirit, I can help you, just like you said you could help me, we can turn the world of Jiuzhou upside down."
Mu Cang didn't say anything, he looked down and didn't know what he was thinking.
"What's wrong?" Yan Li raised her eyebrows, "Did the love affair wipe out your ambitions?"
"No." Mu Cang took her hand, "When I first said that, I thought you would have ambitions, but later I found that you valued responsibility more, far more than the so-called imperial ambitions."
Yan Li understood, and now she understood why she didn't mention those things later.
After a moment of silence, she nodded slowly: "Rather than saying that responsibility is stronger than ambition, it's better to say that I'm lazy, too lazy to waste the limited time in my life on meaningless things."
Everyone can fight north and south and expand territory in just a few decades.
But the expansion of territory is inevitably accompanied by corpses everywhere.
Since ancient times, the only way to expand territory is to fight. There is no other way. Fighting means bloodshed, labor and money, and war.
Yan Li doesn't want to let the world be in chaos for her own selfishness.
She would rather save her time and energy to govern Jin well. When Jin becomes strong and prosperous, she will enjoy life well. She will go out incognito every time to visit various places, enjoy the mountains and rivers, and understand the people's sentiments.
Isn't this kind of life more free and comfortable than creating wars with one's own hands?
"Has your poison not attacked recently?"
"No." Mu Cang pursed his lips slightly, turned his head and glanced at Yan Li with a very subtle movement, "It should be the Emperor Blood Pill that took effect."
Yan Li raised his eyebrows slightly: "Really?"
"Yeah." Mu Cang nodded, "If you don't ask, I almost forgot that there is still poison in my body."
Yan Li was silent, half believing and half doubting what he said.
She knew that Mu Cang was a patient person, not to mention that they had been separated for so long before, and she really couldn't be sure whether he had attacked for most of the time.
After this busy period, it is better to ask someone who is proficient in poison to come and take a look at him.
On the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, officials in the Southern Kingdom had a holiday and rested until the sixth day of the first lunar month.
During this period, some officials mentioned Yan Li and Mu Cang, believing that the distinguished guests should be treated well when they were staying in the Southern Kingdom, so that they could feel at home.
King Feng said that he knew this.
Of course, the officials didn't know that Yan Li was originally staying at home, but few people knew this fact.
As we approached the pass, the imperial city became visibly lively.
Standing on the tower in the evening, you can see from afar that children on the street are setting off fireworks and firecrackers, and the servants of the wealthy families are standing by to watch over the young men and women at home.
The streets and alleys are gradually filled with the noise of the festival.