Even though the land is now suffering misfortune under the Jin family's control, the people on this land still radiate boundless vitality.

"drive!"

On the vast, boundless ground, the iron hooves trampled over the ground like rolling thunder in spring. A whirlwind blew from north to south, stirring up the dust and sand raised by the army as it marched on.

These terrifying hundreds of thousands of troops, spurring their horses and galloping forward, headed straight for Baili Plain!

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Meanwhile, inside the palace.

Jin Fengluan frowned, looking at the anxious-looking young Taoist priest before her, and said:

"Is the Imperial Advisor ill?"

The young Taoist nodded, a sad expression on his rosy face: "Your Majesty, my master is quite ill."

"Now I can't even get out of bed, and I coughed all night last night, sigh."

Jin Fengluan stared at the young Daoist with a look of suspicion, and said in a deep voice:

"I consulted the Imperial Advisor before, when the rebels were in Yanluo Mountain and the troops I sent were on their way. The Imperial Advisor said that he had not yet found a result and that we had to wait for an auspicious day to calculate it."

"Now that the war is over, I came to see the Grand Preceptor, and he has fallen ill?"

The young Taoist priest lowered his head and sighed:

"Your Majesty, my master caught a cold not long ago, but remembering Your Majesty's instructions, he dragged his ailing body to perform the ritual. Performing the ritual while ill was really too much of a strain and has already violated the taboo."

"That's why he collapsed on the altar, and his illness worsened."

"Fortunately, my master said that once I recover from my illness, my heart will be even more sincere, and I will surely receive enlightenment from the immortals."

"Master keeps talking about this every day, he can't wait to get out of bed right now."

At this point, the young Taoist boy's eyes reddened.

Seeing his expression, Jin Fengluan nodded and said, "Alright, I understand."

"Take me inside, I want to see how ill the Imperial Advisor is."

The words had barely left his mouth when a heavy coughing sound came from inside the room:

"Cough cough cough, Myoboku! Where's the spittoon?!"

"Where's the spittoon?! Get it to me right now! I'm going to vomit on the floor!"

Then came a series of spitting sounds, "Ptooey!"

Jin Fengluan raised an eyebrow, her face showing disgust. She covered her mouth and nose and mumbled:

"Have you seen the imperial physician yet?"

"I've seen Your Majesty. I...I'll go get my master a spittoon. Please wait a moment, Your Majesty," the young Taoist said hurriedly.

Jin Fengluan waved her hand and left with the palace maids without looking back.