Bian Wuji took out a comb from his arms and began to comb his hair carefully.

He combed his hair carefully for dozens of times, then stood up and straightened his robe.

Last night in the middle of the night, while he was still asleep, he was dragged and put into the carriage by Xia Zhengqi's messenger.

The imperial palace was several dozen miles away from the Taoist temple where he lived, not too close. The envoys had no choice but to do so in order to return to the palace and report as soon as possible.

Poor Bian Wuji, at his old age, was rattled and shaken in the carriage for several hours.

When Xia Zhengqi heard that Bian Wuji had arrived, he ignored everything else and hurried in.

"Master, you are finally here."

"Your Majesty, next time you come to see me, can you come earlier so that you can have more time on the road? Look at my old bones, they've been shaken by the carriage!" Bian Wuji made an exaggerated expression.

Xia Zhengqi smiled sheepishly: "I'm so sorry. Why don't you just move outside the palace? I'll build you a new Taoist temple."

Bian Wuji stroked his beard, looking hesitant: "Well, let's talk about this later. Let's get down to business first."

Xia Zhengqi said sternly, "There's something I don't understand. Is there really such a thing as a chosen one?"

Bian Wuji laughed and said, "Of course I have."

Xia Zhengqi's expression became even more serious, and he continued to ask, "Then this Chosen One cannot be killed?"

Bian Wuji's lips curled up: "The chosen one has a destiny predetermined by heaven, a very special destiny. It can't be said that he is unkillable, but he is extremely difficult to kill."

Bian Wuji paused, stared at Xia Zhengqi with great interest, and said, "Your Majesty, have you met the Chosen One? And you still want to..."

Xia Zhengqi frowned, hesitating whether he should tell the Imperial Master everything about Liang Chaozong. If he did, then the secret of Xia Miaoyuan's heart would surely be exposed.

After thinking about it, he decided to ask indirectly first.

"Whatever the Chosen One wants to do, will he succeed? Will God help him?"

Bian Wuji took a sip of tea from his cup and said slowly, "The chosen one does seem to do things more smoothly than ordinary people."

Xia Zhengqi's expression became nervous.

Bian Wuji put down the cup and continued, "However, it also depends on what he is doing. If it is good and beneficial to the people of the world, then everything will go smoothly."

"What if it is an evil act that goes against the will of heaven?" Xia Zhengqi asked.

"Then you will be warned by God. If the evil deeds are too serious, you will even be punished by God." Bian Wuji emphasized his tone.

"Excuse me, Imperial Master, what is heavenly punishment?"

Bian Wuji said leisurely, "There is no way back. It is inevitable. God will let him die to atone for his sins."

Xia Zhengqi's eyes lit up: "So, this means that the chosen one can be killed by divine punishment?"

Bian Wuji nodded approvingly: "Exactly."

When Xia Zhengqi heard this affirmative answer, he immediately felt his heart open up, and the knot in his heart that had been pent up for several days was instantly untied.

"Thank you, Imperial Master, for clearing up my doubts!" ​​Xia Zhengqi bowed to Bian Wuji regardless of his status.

Bian Wuji just laughed and accepted it calmly.

"Your Majesty, I observed the celestial phenomena at night and discovered something interesting." Bian Wuji said in an exaggerated tone.

Xia Zhengqi immediately became interested: "What is it? Please tell me, Imperial Master."

Bian Wuji was beaming with joy: "Over the past few months, the trajectories of the five planets, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn, have gradually converged on the same line, as if there were a five-star conjunction!"

Xia Zhengqi stared and asked, "Do you really mean what the Imperial Master said? Are you deliberately trying to cheer me up?"

Bian Wuji rolled his eyes in disdain: "Although I like to joke, I won't joke about things like this!"

Xia Zhengqi couldn't help but curl his lips up when he heard this. Although he didn't understand these astrological signs, according to common sense, the conjunction of five planets was a good sign, representing the rise of national fortune.

Bian Wuji paused and continued, "Also, the Purple Star is high in the sky, still emitting a strange light."

"So is this strange light a good thing or a bad thing?" Xia Zhengqi's upturned mouth corners drooped again.

Bian Wuji stroked his long beard slowly and smiled at Xia Zhengqi: "Your Majesty, don't worry, it's a good thing."

"It means that the royal family of Daxia has a lucky star protecting Daxia."

Xia Zhengqi was slightly startled: "Lucky star! Who is it?"

Bian Wuji scolded, "Oh my, Your Majesty, why do you have to pretend to be stupid? Don't you know?"

Xia Zhengqi's face turned red: "I'm sorry, Imperial Master. This... originally I wanted to tell you..."

Emperor Mingxi felt a little regretful. He hadn't expected the Imperial Preceptor to be so capable and to have seen the princess's peculiar qualities. If he had known this earlier, he would have taken the initiative to tell him.

"It's alright, it's alright. I understand your majesty's concerns. After all, telepathic communication is truly bizarre, and a child prodigy who knows everything about the world is rare."

Hearing this, Xia Zhengqi was even more surprised, "National Master, you actually know all this!"

Bian Wuji chuckled a few times, looking quite unruly. After he finished laughing, he continued, "To be honest with you, Your Majesty, if I hadn't met the little princess last time when I went to the palace to help you set up this scheme, I wouldn't have known about this."

Although Bian Wuji is the honorary imperial teacher of Daxia, he does not often enter the palace.

Xia Zhengqi didn't really believe in Taoism and the like.

At the beginning, Bian Wuji was strongly recommended by his third uncle King Min and several other ministers.

The ministers believed that finding a master with profound magical powers to serve as the national teacher would be beneficial to the country and the people of Daxia.

Xia Zhengqi couldn't argue with everyone, and besides, most countries at that time had a national teacher, except Daxia. So Xia Zhengqi appointed Bian Wuji as the national teacher.

Usually, Bian Wuji lived in Zizhu Mountain, thirty miles away from the imperial palace, where there was a small Taoist temple.

Xia Zhengqi adhered to the principle of not summoning the imperial teacher if possible.

Throughout the year, Bian Wuji could only enter the palace a few times.

Last year, Xia Miaoyuan was born and the queen escaped danger. Xia Zhengqi was very happy and originally sent people to Zizhu Mountain to invite Bian Wuji, but unfortunately, he was out traveling.

It was not until the last time that Xia Zhengqi learned that Concubine Xian was a spy and wanted to find an excuse to imprison her in disguise, so he asked Bian Wuji to help him.

Bian Wuji showed off his excellent acting skills, cooperated with Xia Zhengqi, made up a lie, and successfully completed the task.

That time, Bian Wuji met the famous Princess Anguo Xia Miaoyuan for the first time.

He had heard rumors that Princess Anguo was a very blessed child, born with good fortune. After seeing Princess Anguo in person, Bian Wuji was shocked.

This is not just a child who is born with good fortune, to be precise, she is not an ordinary person.

Rather, they are stars that have come down to earth with a special mission.

Xia Zhengqi asked with a smile on his face, "Please advise me, Imperial Master, what is the origin of my princess?"