I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality Chapter 94 - 73: Turning the Page

In a large and deeply secluded mansion, there were inevitably sches and rivalries, let alone people coming out of the Imperial Palace.

Those eunuchs and palace maids were incredibly bold and brazen. To please their masters, they would resort to any filthy and despicable ans!

In the back yard of the Prince’s residence, Li Zhong, who held secrets in his heart, was coaxing the Crown Prince into taking the Five Grains Immortal Pill, determined to confirm whether the Crown Prince was truly afflicted with hysteria.

Over at the mortuary, Xu Qing, in contrast, kept company with corpses, savoring the tranquility of ti.

From this session of requiem, he had accumulated a bunch of strange gadgets: the Eighteen Legs Springing Skill, Bone-Dislocating Hand, Sleeve Arrow, Flying Locust Stone, Bedroom Technique, Midwifery Skill, postnatal care...

It seed he had delivered many souls, but in actuality, most rewards were of a lower grade, nothing particularly rare or extraordinary.

Xu Qing didn’t mind, as even a mosquito’s leg is still at.

Besides performing requiems, he had another pasti—eavesdropping on the Celestial Heart Sect’s secrets.

These rebels carried secrets on them, and any one of them, when exposed, could cause a great sensation!

Xu Qing had seen the collusion between Xiang Province officials and bandits, the killing of innocents to claim false credits, and the massacre of vagrants. He had also witnessed an army rising in rebellion from a thousand miles away.

Massacring vagrants, labeling them as rebels to receive rewards from the Imperial Court, transforming areas stricken by the Celestial Heart Sect’s chaos into models of governance.

The Celestial Heart Sect did not lose a single person, and the local officials’ political achievents had, in fact, significantly improved.

There were more places than just Xiang Province where vagrants could be ’properly settled’ while maintaining orderly governance.

Xu Qing viewed the entire Dayong Dynasty through the eyes of these fleeing corpses.

Finally, through the smoke-filled mountains and rivers, he understood one thing—

This Dayong Dynasty was dood!

Besides the external chaos, the internal power struggle over imperial succession was equally intractable.

When Xu Qing was performing requiem for the bodies of the Celestial Heart Sect rebels, he learned that in last night’s assassination attempt on the emperor, a mysterious Martial Arts Grandmaster with an unknown identity, cloaked in a black robe, was involved.

There weren’t many Martial Arts Grandmasters in the entire Dayong Dynasty; Prince Zhu Sheng counted as one, the Holy Master of the Celestial Heart Sect counted as another, and the rest were either elusive or served as enshrined guests in the Imperial Palace.

The Grandmaster last night was clearly not aligned with the Celestial Heart Sect. When he helped Bai Luo escape, Prince Zhu Sheng was still accompanying the Crown Prince at the banquet!

Xu Qing thought it over and concluded that there was only one possibility: a struggle for the throne.

The current Emperor Longping was over eighty. As the saying goes, at seventy-three and eighty-four, even King Yan couldn’t call you, you’d go yourself.

These two ages were the hardest ’thresholds’ to cross in a lifeti.

Emperor Longping was currently perched atop one of these thresholds. As the Crown Prince, awaiting the day the Imperial Palace bells tolled would an ascending the throne and inheriting the supre power.

Now, with the Crown Prince gone, the throne couldn’t be left vacant. A substitute from the royal family would have to take his place...

Xu Qing looked at the Grandmaster in his mind’s eye, and the more he saw him, the more he seed to be from the palace.

He just didn’t know from which Prince’s residence he ca or which royal palace brought him in.

After consuming too many secrets of rebellion, Xu Qing’s head felt a bit swollen, perhaps from the overindulgence in requiem for too many bodies.

Fortunately, it was ti to rest outside. Many officials and constables gathered outside the Moon Cave to enjoy the als delivered from the Prince’s mansion kitchen.

In the midst of it, soone quietly gossiped that the Crown Prince had gone hysterical and wouldn’t consu grains, so he ate sothing unusual.

"What exactly did he eat? Don’t leave us hanging, stop teasing us..."

In the middle of the conversation, there was rice mixed with arsenic.

The person saw his colleague put down their rice bowl, dared not speak loudly, and whispered secretly, "It’s that thing..."

"Such filth!"

So who were eating imdiately found their food less appetizing.

"How could the Crown Prince eat such a thing?"

"Who knows? It’s said that soone close to the Crown Prince suspected the Crown Prince was pretending to be mad and used that thing to test him on purpose."

"Would the Prince tolerate that?"

"Not a chance! When the Prince found out, he broke the person’s leg. If he wasn’t under the Crown Prince’s protection, he wouldn’t have spared his life!"

As they spoke, they saw a group of people approaching the courtyard gate, led by soone with a bruised face, leaning on a crutch as he walked into the yard.

Xu Qing remained silent, thinking this had nothing to do with him. If Prince Zhu ever regained his sanity, he shouldn’t bla Xu Qing.

Bla only the many schers in this world of fa and fortune, whereas he, a re zombie, was the most innocent.

The old eunuch Li Zhong limped up the steps, and when a stoic-faced guard tried to help, he quickly evaded.

Zhang Jun, his adopted son, swiftly stepped forward to support Li Zhong.

"Careful on the steps, Godfather."

Li Zhong glanced at those who were gossiping earlier, then turned to the Chief Official and said, "Our family will soon transfer the Crown Prince’s coffin back to the capital. The details of the Crown Prince’s assassination still need to be sorted out by Your Excellency quickly so that when we return to the capital, we can present the case records to His Majesty."

Upon leaving, Li Zhong specifically kept Zhang Jun behind to assist in overseeing this case.

Xu Qing watched Zhang Jun, noticing that he seed different from before.

Back in Linhe, Zhang Jun was still a kind-hearted, clean-faced young man. Now, he had grown a beard and acted much more steadily than before.

At that mont, Zhang Jun also saw Xu Qing among the forensic doctors, paused for a mont, then nodded in acknowledgnt.

Their friendship seed to be limited to this.

At night, Xu Qing sat alone in a room, through the thin paper window, he could faintly see the guards patrolling outside with lanterns and torches.