Chapter 173: Naked Embrace of Jade
hey would disturb you, so I came to welcome you. Besides, time in Chiyun Mountain is uncertain, and I haven't seen you for several days...">Ye Lingxiao's smile was handsome, and as he laughed, his smi...What happened at Taimiao in the morning was sealed off right away, but it's impossible to keep it a secret...
At least it's not something that one Ma Xiong can block.
Not to mention, even he himself, there are plenty of people in Linzi City who can get him to talk. He doesn't even dare to stay silent.
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Of course, those with the most power within the city patrol department knew first.
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When it comes to heavy, esoteric associations, these belong to individuals closely connected to the person in question.
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The Li family received the news, not among the fastest to hear it, but not the slowest either.
After walking for about half an hour, someone came to report to Jiang Wang. After verifying with each other, it matched exactly what Jiang Wang had said.
At that time, the old matriarch of the Li family sat in the seat of honor, slowly sipping tea.
Today, General Li Zhengyan and his brother Li Zhenshu are discussing this matter.
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After Li Zhengyan took the position of family head, the old lady rarely expressed her opinions on family matters.
Besides drinking tea and watching plays, I occasionally take my dragon-headed cane and whack Li Longchuan.
It was only later that someone mentioned that before Jiang Wang went to the shrine of Jiu Fan Hou and encountered an accident, he had just come out from the shrine of the First Generation Cui Cheng Hou and had just performed a ritual sacrifice to him.
The old woman couldn't help but say again, "What a good child."
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Li Zhengyan and Li Zhengshu looked at each other and both smiled.
After leaving Li Mansion, Jiang Wang returned to Xiashan Biefu.
No matter how turbulent the times in Linzi are, and how many people feel uneasy. One's own cultivation is the foundation of one's life. The achievements of the meeting at the Yellow River are the ladder to advancement.
Jiang Wang has always been clear-headed. She knows what she wants and works tirelessly towards it.
In seclusion, I diligently study the art of fire.
He had to admit one thing.
Although he easily defeated Lei Zhanyuan, it seemed like he had a crushing advantage. But in reality, his Huoyuan Totem's cultivation progress was far inferior to Lei Zhanyuan's Leyuan Totem.
The power of the Fire Source Totem is not enough to balance with the true fire of Samadhi, even if the art of the Fire Realm under his control outlines a framework. He has been doing his utmost to suppress the True Fire of Samadhi.
The gap in quality needs to be closed through quantity.
Therefore, during this period, Jiang Wang had to devote more cultivation time to the Fire Source Codex. After all, it was a powerful technique from another world, and it wasn't so easy to thoroughly research and understand.
Fortunately, his fire source totem was not a simple fire source totem. It had long been fused with the white bone lotus into the scorching fire bone lotus.
Unattributed astral power can be transformed into all kinds of forces, of course including totemic power. Only when the two are combined can a semblance of balance be achieved.
But to achieve the requirements of the fire realm technique as soon as possible, it is impossible to make less effort on the Fire Source Codex.
From day to night, time flows swiftly during the practice.
Cultivation is, of course, hard work.
While others are adorned in fine clothes and enjoying themselves, I remain steadfastly focused, tirelessly journeying forward.
To endure solitude and loneliness, to resist the comfort of instinct.
However, being able to practice with peace of mind is, in many ways, actually a happy thing.
The matter of the Nine Returnee Marquis's Spiritual Shrine has already spread throughout the capital in whispers.
This night in Linzi, countless people are sleepless!
Today, Emperor Qi almost sits in court every day.
From the 2nd hour of the day until the 3rd, every day for two hours, rain or shine.
One decade is only one day of rest. Up to now, it has been fifty-five years.
It is not to be said that he is not diligent.
Under his rule, the state of Qi became an undisputed hegemon in the eastern regions, with its power reaching far and wide.
At the beginning of Maoshi, the start time of the morning court, it was still in Yinshi. Most of the ministers participating in the court meeting had already arrived. The officials in charge of political affairs at the Hall of Political Affairs had even discussed today's agenda beforehand.
Even at the end of May, it was still dark before dawn.
The great city of Linzi, nestled in the long night,
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Outside the Zixie Palace, on the vast square, civil and military officials moved like ants from all directions, slowly gathering together.
Then, according to their respective ranks and status, they silently lined up in formation, waiting for the sound of the morning bell.
Over the years, countless officials have walked across this square, walking it countless times.
But today is different.
If one were to look down from a high vantage point, if one's vision were not obscured by the darkness of night, then one could see—
On the vast plaza of White Stone, the "ants," regardless of their status, deliberately circled a large area, leaving a huge void on the square.
In the middle of the blank space, there is a tiny black dot.
A little ant.
As the sun gradually pierced through the endless night, this world welcomed the dawn.
The morning bell at Guanxing Lou has already rung.
This resounding and prolonged sound echoed throughout this 300-mile vast kingdom, causing anyone who heard it to feel clarity in their mind, awaken their spirit, and become more discerning.
The great city of Linzi has awakened.
Two samurai, each armed with a sword, slowly pushed open the massive doors of the Zi Ji Hall.
Because it was still early, the sky wasn't bright enough yet, so the crimson sun pearl suspended from the apex of Zǐjì Hall was slowly dimming its radiance.
The magnificent hall was exposed to everyone's view.
All the civil and military officials entered in silence, a procession filing into the square. The solitary black dot remained alone in the vast expanse of the square.
Now, the sky is gradually starting to brighten.
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The world has become a little clearer.
Let your gaze wander further down, let your eyes fall deeper.
You can see, the figure on the square kneeling down, becoming clearer and clearer.
That was a thin figure with its upper body bare.
Fully clothed only in a single pant, with long hair cascading down his back, he knelt motionless on the plaza outside Zǐjì Hall.
Today, all the civil and military officials who came to court saw him, yet each one seemed not to see him.
No one greeted him, no one looked at him.
Some are concerned, some are expectant, some are worried, some are secretly pleased... but all remain silent.
The person kneeling here is the eleventh prince of Great Qi, Jiang Wuqì, the master of Changsheng Palace.
Only after taking off the fox fur coat he had worn for years did he realize how thin he truly was.
His bare back, with vertebrae laid bare almost completely in the air, could only be described as gaunt and skeletal.
"Ahem, ahem."
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The vast square was uncharacteristically quiet today, with not a whisper to be heard. Only the occasional coughs that he couldn't suppress, and the chill of the morning wind, broke the stillness.
Such a lonely cough.
In the Zi Ji Dian, everything seemed as usual.
The matter that should be addressed is addressed, the debate that should occur occurs. But always...something is missing.
The two hours of the morning court, for many people, are the most unbearable two hours.
Inside the Ziji Palace, civil and military officials attending court all put on a show of business as usual, but who could remain unaffected
The head of Changsheng Palace being implicated in an assassination attempt, in what country and dynasty this occurred, essentially means... countless bloodshed.
The tumultuous power struggle for the throne in the State of Qi seems poised to eliminate one contender today. This is a matter that affects the entire nation of Qi, and no one can remain unaffected.
Perhaps only the emperor seated high upon his dragon throne remains as unmoved as he was in past years.
The emperor's heart is unfathomable.
No matter what.
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Whether it's torment or anticipation.
Two long hours passed, and the listless performance came to an end.
Yesterday's most ardent political rivals seem subdued today. The victorious official is not satisfied, and the defeated official shows no disappointment.
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The great eunuch Han Ling of the Imperial Household Department stood before the Emperor, and announced: "Court is adjourned!"
From his perspective, the civil and military officials receded like a tide, surging out of the Zixing Hall and dispersing into the vast square, flowing in all directions.
The only thing that didn't change was the blank space, and the black dot in the blank space.
Emperor Taizong of the Great Qi remained silent.
He seemed to have become a sculpture.
It probably hasn't been a long time, but it feels like it has.
The emperor rose.
Han Ling was about to shout, "Start the carriage," but the emperor's hand pressed down on his.
As the closest eunuch to the Emperor of Qi, Han Ling had never looked back from the beginning to the end, but his voice had been swallowed.
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The emperor left the Dragon Throne and descended from the vermilion steps.
By now, it is the "Chen" hour, which is the time for breakfast. Ordinary people generally have their breakfast at this time.
It's already daylight.
The Scarlet Sun Orb hanging in the Ziji Hall had long since receded its radiance.
The emperor strode outside, each step as if he were treading upon the sunlight.
When he finally walked out of the Zi Ji Palace, standing on that high platform.
On the vast Bai Shi Square, there was no one else to be seen except Jiang Wuyi.
That man, naked from the waist up, kneeling on the ground, his hair disheveled, was looking at—his son.
"This kind of person is like me!"
The emperor suddenly remembered the words he had spoken before.
Then his gaze fell.
First, gaze upon the enormous slabs of white stone that pave this vast square before you. Then descend to the knees that lie flush with the ground. Next, behold the bare, gaunt torso and finally, the handsome face - if not for the lingering pallor that mars it, this face would be truly exceptional.
Naked and with disheveled hair, Jiang Wuki knelt on the ground, an expression of unbearable hardship on his face.
The emperor looked into his eyes, and then at the piece of white jade he held in his mouth.
To have jewels in the mouth was a ritual of burial for the nobility.
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Jiang Wukui is saying this, he has already become a dead man.
Jiang Wuqi should have been a dead person a long time ago.
Even before birth.
That was a winter night in the 38th year of Emperor Yuanfeng's reign. Emperor Qi personally led his troops outside to quell the rebellious subjects.
While Jiang Wuqì's mother, Lei Guifei, was pregnant with him, she was assassinated in the Dàqí Imperial Palace. She fought with all her might before dying, protecting her womb.
When the powerful of the palace arrived, the assassin had already destroyed himself.
So far, the identity of the perpetrator remains unknown.
By the time Emperor Qi returned, all that remained were Consort Lei's corpse and the child she had delivered through a cesarean section.
Emperor Qi wept and said: "Though my beloved wife has abandoned me, she has not abandoned our child!"
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Therefore, it is called "unabandoned."
Even as a fetus, Jiang Wuqi had sustained a mortal wound. That night, the on-duty palace expert risked his life to save him, preserving a glimmer of hope.
But it is only a glimmer of hope.
Even if Qi Di had the ability to reach heaven and earth, a newborn infant who was inherently lacking, just freshly born, could not bear any of his means.
From that moment on, the frost poison invaded his life, and no medicine or gem could cure it. As he grew older, the frost poison intensified, sinking deeper into him. At that time, the imperial physician, after examining him, declared that this child would not live past ten years old.
When Jiang Wuqì was nine years old, Emperor Qí wanted to give him a blood and bone transplant, reshaping his body, and using the imperial secret method to remove the Frost of Life Poison.
At that time, the nine-year-old boy only asked one question: "After the blood transfusion and bone marrow transplant, am I still the prince of Qi"
The answer is naturally no.
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Even if the Emperor loved him dearly, he couldn't possibly use the blood of his other children to replace his.
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Thus, Jiang Wuqi chose to refuse.
He would rather die than live an ordinary life. Even if he, Jiang Wuqin, were to die, he would do so as a noble prince.
Otherwise, what was the point of that woman and her mother struggling for so long in the cold night
Before he was nine years old, he practiced martial arts to keep fit and maintain his health.
After the age of nine, one begins to cultivate through opening the meridians.
He was cursed with frost poison, a curse that grew stronger as his cultivation advanced. The stronger he became, the faster he would die. But only by becoming stronger could he hope to change his fate.
This is a paradox.
No matter what the outcome, it should lead to death.
Everyone thought he wouldn't survive, but he did.
Not only did he survive the ten-year hurdle, but he is still alive today.
Not only did he live to the present day, but the emperor also personally supervised the construction of the Palace of Longevity for him, making him one of the few people in Da Qi with the greatest hope of vying for the position of crown prince!
He has struggled from birth to now.
He swayed precariously, as if about to die at any moment. But like a candle in the wind that has flickered for so many years, he still flickered, his light growing ever brighter.
Today, Jiang Wùqì kneels here, signifying that he is now a dead man.
How could Emperor Daqi's heart, as the Son of Heaven, remain unmoved
The Son of Heaven bears the mandate of heaven, governing all people. By nature, he is destined to be alone and solitary.
But can he really be devoid of all emotion
The expedition in the thirty-eighth year of Emperor Yuanfeng was the last time that the Qizhi emperor personally led his troops into battle.
He never left Linzi City again.
Is there any way to know what he, the emperor, was thinking that year on that cold night
In the square before the Purple極 Hall, not a single official dared to linger.
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The grand eunuch, head of the Imperial Household Department, stood silently by the gate of the Ziwei Palace. He didn't even breathe, as if he were trying to vanish into thin air.
The Emperor of Great Qi descended the high steps and walked before Jiang Wuki. He reached out his hand and took the white jade from between Jiang Wuki's lips.
Jiang Wuqidi had grown up bathing in the medicinal pool since he was a child, fearing the cold. But today, he stood naked, kneeling outside Zi Ji Dian, waiting for his fate.
Every gust of cold wind felt like a knife to his frost-poisoned flesh.
But his cough had stopped before the emperor came out.
He choked back a cough in front of the Emperor.
Although these years, those coughs that he couldn't help but let out have become his only way to alleviate the pain a little.
He is a strong person.
At this moment, he pursed his lips and remained silent, but tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.
These tears, scalding.
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Emperor Daqi held the white jade in his hand, gazing at it quietly.
After a moment of silence, he asked, “Jiang Wuqi, was it you who ordered the assassination against me Did you send someone to the Temple of the Ninth Return Marquis’ Spirit and taint my reputation with blood”
Jiang Wuqidi shed tears and said: "Although it was not done by this son, ...this son is guilty of negligence!"
The emperor said in a low voice, “There are laws for the country and rules for the household. The crime of negligence is not punishable by death.”
Jiang Wuqi propped her hands on the ground, lowered her head, and choked back sobs: "Father..."
The Great Qi Emperor flipped his hand, “This jade, I shall take it.”
And with a flick of his robe, he turned and strode away.
Han Ling hurried to keep up.
"Get the carriage moving!"
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The sound echoed far across the vast square.
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