"This prescription is real!"
As Ouyang Jinsè smelled the sweet fragrance of the spiritual medicine, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. "All that's left is the spiritual root plantation base."
After two years of traveling everywhere, Ouyang Jinsè was deeply exhausted. Now that he had reached a crucial point, he naturally couldn't give up easily.
But what if Tianmen Mountain refused to hand over the spiritual root plantation base?
Currently, neither Ouyang Jinsè nor the Golden Water Palace had anything to hold over Tianmen Mountain.
Just as he was struggling with this matter, an opportunity came!
Wen Sirong had come to the capital.
Through the secret communication method with the great eunuch beside the emperor, he successfully entered the palace.
"Lián Luò... You know... This woman... Apart from having a hard time during her monthly period," Zhonglí Míngyè said somewhat insincerely. Lián Luò was the chief eunuch in the prince's mansion, mainly in charge of the industries of the Prince Yù's Mansion in other places. "What else could be wrong?"
Eunuch Lián Luò had watched Zhonglí Míngyè grow up since he was a child, so their bond was special. "Your Highness..."
"Women can be moody. My wife has a really bad temper! Especially during her monthly period. She's unbearable then." Although Lián Luò was complaining, in Zhonglí Míngyè's eyes, it was a blatant display of affection.
"..."
Zhonglí Míngyè secretly made up his mind that he mustn't make Sòng Jǐnyú angry during her monthly period.
But what could he do to cheer her up?
He was quite troubled, especially in these recent days. Because Zhonglí Míngyè didn't know before that a woman's monthly period could be so troublesome and painful. He saw Sòng Jǐnyú losing weight due to the pain.
Just then, a shadow guard came in to report: Wen Sirong had entered the capital!
Would this news make her happier? Zhonglí Míngyè was at a loss. He became even more cautious during her monthly period.
Lián Luò watched as the once cold - hearted man now had emotions and was troubled because the princess was in a bad mood. He sighed, "This is what a real person should be..."
At night, Sòng Jǐnyú drank some ginger - sugar water and went to rest. Niǎoniǎo closed the door and guarded outside.
The Silver - Masked Young Master gently landed from the beam. "You went to sleep quite early today." The person on the bed turned over and ignored him.
"I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?" Sòng Jǐnyú sighed, sat up, and said, "Don't be so mysterious. I'm in a really bad mood right now!"
"Do you believe I'll stab you with a needle!" The Silver - Masked Young Master looked at her. She really had a bad temper.
Alas...
"Wen Sirong has entered the palace!" Was this good news? Sòng Jǐnyú rolled her eyes. This was clearly her own arrangement.
Seeing her non - surprised expression, the Silver - Masked Young Master was puzzled. "You knew it already?" Sòng Jǐnyú sneered. "This was my arrangement. How could I not know?"
The atmosphere froze slightly. It was her arrangement? The Silver - Masked Young Master thought for a while and then told her the bad news. "Wen Sirong was chased and attacked on his way to the capital..."
"If he leaves the palace... he may not be able to escape!"
Sòng Jǐnyú sneered. "It must be the Golden Water Palace!" If Wen Sirong was that weak, he wouldn't be worthy of being the master of Tianmen Mountain.
Must be?
The Silver - Masked Young Master looked at her deeply. It seemed that she was well - prepared. No wonder she was recognized as the young master by Miáo Yúnshēn. She was so calm.
The emperor saw the badly - wounded Wen Sirong and his face turned gloomy.
"Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!" Wen Sirong endured the churning of qi and blood in his chest.
"Your Majesty, this is the last batch of spiritual medicine from Tianmen Mountain."
"The prescription for the spiritual medicine has always been kept by the master. But my master was killed and didn't leave any words."
Wen Sirong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The emperor couldn't bear it and ordered someone to bring a chair for him.
There were only the two of them in the main hall. Eunuch Lǐ was waiting outside.
"After my master passed away, I took over the position of the master in a hurry. Unfortunately, I searched all over Tianmen Mountain but couldn't find the prescription."
"One day, Palace Master Ouyang Jinsè was invited by Elder Dù to Tianmen Mountain. Later, my brothers and I traced the cause of my master's death based on some clues." Wen Sirong didn't dare to look at the emperor.
He continued on his own. "It was Dù Zhōulì who murdered my master."
"Your Majesty... I've encountered countless attacks on my way here... I only beg for a chance for Tianmen Mountain to survive." Miáo Yúnshēn had a good personal relationship with the current emperor, although there were many exchanges of interests.
But the emperor really regarded him as a good friend. Now that his good friend had suddenly died, he was extremely angry.
Although he had once intended to wipe out Tianmen Mountain, now that Tianmen Mountain had lost the spiritual medicine, its usefulness was much reduced. His mind raced, and his expression changed constantly. If it weren't for the urgent situation, why would the master of Tianmen Mountain come to the palace in person?
Wen Sirong saw that the emperor was hesitating. He then said, "My master once told my brothers and me that he wanted to hand over all the Baicao Halls in the court to Your Majesty..."
"It's a pity that my master was seriously ill and couldn't fulfill this wish."
The emperor sighed slightly. It was indeed Miáo Yúnshēn's character. He still thought of him until his death. He silently sat on the dragon throne, recalling the encounter with Miáo Yúnshēn twenty years ago.
That man was noble and upright, and acted in an open and above - board manner. Although he had intended to eliminate Tianmen Mountain, when the emperor was seriously ill and in danger, Miáo Yúnshēn gave him the spiritual medicine.
Not only did it save his life, but it also allowed the emperor to return to the capital in time. Otherwise... the one sitting on the throne today would be Míng Rúyì.
At that time, the empress dowager intended to hold power behind the curtain. The emperor fought back, which dispelled her idea.
"Your master... " Miáo Yúnshēn was dead, and he took the prescription for the spiritual medicine with him.
Did the people left behind want him to spare Tianmen Mountain?
The emperor didn't believe it. Miáo Yúnshēn was always very shrewd. Did he have other intentions in doing this? He raised his hand and looked at the box of spiritual medicine.
It still smelled fragrant. It was refined by Miáo Yúnshēn himself.
"What about Dù Zhōulì?"
"Your Majesty, he has been executed by Tianmen Mountain!" Dead men tell no tales? The emperor sneered and looked seriously at the young man kneeling there.
This was the heir chosen by Miáo Yúnshēn. He was a smart man. However... the emperor didn't want to follow Miáo Yúnshēn's train of thought.
With his hands behind his back and his head down, a calculating look flashed in his eyes.
The martial world? There were many variables in the martial world. These people were superficially respectful to the court but actually had many collusions. Miáo Yúnshēn's death was too strange.
What was the relationship with Ouyang Jinsè?
The emperor looked at Wen Sirong. "Since it was your master's instruction, I'll accept his kindness."
"As for the matter of the prescription for the spiritual medicine, we still need to search carefully... This matter is of great importance."
Wen Sirong let out a sigh of relief. The emperor's willingness to accept Tianmen Mountain's tribute meant that he might no longer care about the disappearance of the prescription.
When he walked out, he was already covered in cold sweat. He remembered what Sòng Jǐnyú had said. "All emperors want to live a long life. Especially when an older emperor sees his sons growing up one by one and holds the highest power in the world, he is even more reluctant to let go easily."
"Tianmen Mountain doesn't need to cooperate with any princes. It only needs to..."
Cooperate with the emperor!
Sòng Jǐnyú asked him to come to the capital at this time. Moreover, she had arranged several assassinations. Touching the subtle wound on his chest, Wen Sirong really admired Sòng Jǐnyú's strategy.