The Marquis of Zhenbei had just stepped through the main gate when he was startled by the two people trapped in the Formation, staring intently at those within. These two people, his n reported, were the ones who had breached Qiandao Temple’s camp. Could it be that they were trapped upon entering the camp?
Was this a suicidal mission?
What were his n watching, not making a single move?
"Fear not, my lord. These two are trapped in the Formation, they cannot get out nor harm us," Master Qin Liang imdiately said considerately. He wasn’t a disciple of Qiandao Temple, so naturally, he had to make good relations with the Marquis.
The Marquis of Zhenbei glanced at Master Qin Liang. Although the mage didn’t seem very high-ranking, he was approachable—not like those others who looked down their noses at people.
"Mage, is this the purpose of your mission?" the Marquis asked in a very curious tone, sneaking another look at the people in the Formation. They weren’t dead yet? Was there no intention to let these people die? Then, did they catch that important person he was guessing about?
Seeing this, Master Qin Liang glanced around, seeing that the other mages were preoccupied with their own tasks, too busy to pay attention to the Marquis of Zhenbei and his n, all of them absorbed in studying how to understand the Spells.
"No, these two are rely underlings," said Master Qin Liang. They had admitted it themselves, and indeed, their capabilities were limited. Master Ling Yi had not made progress overnight, but at least he had confird that this type of Spell was greatly related to the cultivator itself—it was a type that grew stronger with more powerful adversaries.
This kind of Spell usually belonged to so ancient techniques, domineering but not refined. After many years of improvent and continuous trials by cultivators, modern Spells have beco much more useful and safer.
"Oh, I see," the Marquis did not inquire further, fearing that further questions might arouse suspicion. Yet, he was also relieved that they were not capturing any significant figure, aning there was room for maneuver.
Still, according to his n’s reports, these two had delivered themselves right to their door. What for?
"Seeing this, I am much reassured. In such a short ti you’ve ascertained their bottoms and even captured two n, it seems the Spells of Qiandao Temple are indeed as brilliant as they say," the Marquis imdiately said, which was t with nods of agreent from those around him.
"Indeed, we are but simple folk, rely a bit strong. You mages are the true masters, trapping n effortlessly; it is truly admirable," the trusted aide of the Marquis imdiately said, followed again by nods of agreent.
"You flatter , my lord," Master Qin Liang hadn’t expected the Marquis of Zhenbei to be so approachable and easy to talk to, and his followers were also very congenial. Although a bit slick, having been at the lower end of society for a long ti, he was sowhat inflated by the situation, especially in front of a Marquis with an army of a hundred thousand.
"My lord, I am ashad to say, these two were not our captives, but rather they ca to us on their own," said Qin Liang, aiming to close the distance between himself and the Marquis. True enough, the Marquis looked at him, a puzzled expression on his face.
This sensation made Qin Liang feel good about himself, a deliberate display of sorts.
"What you do not know, my lord, is that these two had gone astray in their cultivation and ca to us seeking salvation," Qin Liang continued.
The Marquis of Zhenbei did not speak again. What did it an by coming to them seeking salvation? Ghosts would believe that, but outwardly he nodded as if suddenly enlightened.
"It seems even the people of Ghoul Ravine know of your powerful Spells," the Marquis quickly added, imdiately followed by a chorus of assents.
The Marquis of Zhenbei finally got his hands on the Talisman Water. He very politely declined Master Qin Liang’s offer to escort him out, insisting he could leave on his own. Upon reaching the main gate, his n tactfully engaged a guarding mage in conversation, allowing the Marquis to approach the Formation.
"Old Ghost of North Mountain—" the Marquis imdiately said.
The two people inside the Formation did not even glance at the Marquis, acting as if they hadn’t heard soone speaking right behind them. The Marquis paused, damn, they were fakes—all the more reassuring for him.
Marquis of Zhenbei felt it was prudent to shout the password once more, and was just about to turn and leave when a low shout suddenly ca from the cage.
"Mind your own business—" The back of the Marquis of Zhenbei stiffened as he looked back again, only to see two people still facing away from him, as if he had just imagined the voice.
Mind your own business?
The Marquis of Zhenbei imdiately walked away, stepping out of the camp ahead of his own people.
"Thank you, thank you, Mage—" The Marquis of Zhenbei’s trusted aide, seeing that his master had already left, quickly bid farewell to the Mage and followed him.
"Marquis, what do we do next?" the trusted aide asked, catching up.
It seed that the second group of people was already nearby; they should have made their move, and moreover, they were not without any options.
"Let’s go back first," the Marquis of Zhenbei threw out the words and left direct, telling him to mind his own business. The Marquis could almost confirm that the people from Ghoul Ravine had a plan, and that it was them who had been lured here, only those pampered Qiandao Temple disciples would naively trust that the others had truly co to seek help.
The Marquis of Zhenbei was now not worried about Ghoul Ravine, but was sowhat concerned about the people from Qiandao Temple coming here. This had a very subtle impact; if the Qiandao Temple’s disciples died here, it would be disadvantageous for the Wen Family.
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Empress Xiao personally visited the Crown Prince’s Mansion and saw Zheng Congyuan still busy with the great and small matters of the court. Anxious yet reluctant to bla him, she regretted having raised the Crown Prince to be so stern from a young age.
"Why has Mother co?" Zheng Congyuan stood up, putting down the docunt in his hand.
"At this ti, why bother with these trivial matters?" Empress Xiao complained, glancing at the docunt in Zheng Congyuan’s hand, which indeed concerned a minor issue.
"Mother, these are all matters concerning the imperial court..."
"Alright, Mother didn’t co to talk about that. This morning, your father suddenly fainted. Although the Imperial Physician was called and he has awakened, Mother feels it’s not good," Empress Xiao said, not able to care about other things and showing a worried look on her face.
"Mother need not worry, didn’t the Imperial Physician say? Father just overworked himself and is not seriously hard," Zheng Congyuan spoke, having been in the palace all morning and naturally aware of the situation.
"You believe that Imperial Physician’s nonsense?" Empress Xiao scoffed, "Anyway, your father doesn’t have much ti left, and we were prepared long ago. The crucial point is, your Wen Family has been sneaking around, I don’t know what you took from your father..."
Zheng Congyuan looked at his mother, feeling that so matters could gradually be revealed.
"It’s the Jade Seal," Zheng Congyuan slowly began, but before he could finish, Empress Xiao was already looking at him with a shocked expression.
"You, you know?" Empress Xiao trembled as she asked, and in the next mont, countless thoughts had already sprung up in her mind. What was Noble Consort Wen planning with the Jade Seal? Was she thinking of rebelling? How could she not, now that Emperor Jingzhi was dead, what about Zheng Haoyuan?
Empress Xiao swayed, and Qi Ling hurriedly supported her.
"Mother need not worry, everything is under your son’s control," Zheng Congyuan continued.
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