Chapter 23: A Four-Year-Old Princess Who Can Command the Wind and Rain?

The trail went cold.

Chu Chongjin strode over to Xiao Beichen's side, glanced at his dark wound, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

Without the slightest panic, he took out a small jade bottle from his bosom, poured out a few pills, and stuffed them directly into Xiao Beichen's mouth. He then quickly pressed several acupoints around Xiao Beichen's wound to temporarily stop the spread of the poisonous blood.

"Yan Ziche!" Chu Chongjin called out in a deep voice.

"Here!" Yan Ziche immediately ran over, his little face serious.

"Go pick up that dagger, but don't touch it with your hands."

Yan Ziche nodded, took off his outer garment, and carefully wrapped the poisoned dagger.

At this moment, the fire was still spreading, but everyone's attention had shifted from the towering flames to the sudden assassination.

"Who just said they saw a seven-colored light flying out of the princess's courtyard?" Chu Chongjin's icy gaze swept across the entire room, finally landing on a eunuch huddled in a corner.

That eunuch was the one who first incited the crowd.

When Chu Chongjin's gaze fell upon him, he knelt down with a thud, trembling like a leaf.

"Ninth Prince... Your Highness... This servant... This servant truly witnessed it with my own eyes!"

"Really?" Chu Chongjin slowly walked up to him, squatted down, and looked him in the eye. "You can see it very clearly, it's a seven-colored light?"

"Yes...yes! It's exactly the same as...the light on the scale on Princess Anguo's hand!" The eunuch added hastily to prove he wasn't lying.

Upon hearing this, Chu Chongjin was not angry at all; instead, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"idiot."

He stood up and glanced at the dark red sea of ​​fire.

"Yan Ziche has already determined that the fuel used to ignite the fire is 'yin phosphorus powder,' which is a Taoist evil technique. The princess's dragon scale light is a pure and auspicious yang energy, and the two are incompatible."

Chu Chongjin's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of all those who had been incited.

yes!

The Ninth Prince is right!

How could auspicious omens ignite evil fire?

The eunuch finally had nothing more to say.

Mu Fang held his daughter, looking at the nine-year-old boy in front of him with a complex expression in his eyes.

He was calm, wise, and persuaded everyone with just a few words.

This level of maturity far surpasses that of his peers.

"Daddy," Mu Yu's little head peeked out from under Mu Fang's cloak, her little nose still twitching, her big eyes red, "The fire...it's so big..."

She could feel that the flames were filled with a cold, eerie aura, which made her very uncomfortable.

The small pool of good fortune in her mind had run dry, leaving her feeling listless and wanting nothing more than to sleep.

But she knew she couldn't sleep.

Many people said she was a bad person and they wanted to burn her alive.

She wanted to protect her father.

“Brother Jinlong,” Mu Yu called out in her childish voice, pointing her little finger at the sea of ​​fire, “That fire smells so bad… it smells like that bad Taoist priest.”

She was referring to the Imperial Preceptor Linglan.

Upon hearing this, Chu Chongjin and Prince Chu Heng exchanged a glance, understanding the implication.

That sorcerer must be Xuanjizi!

“Little Yu’er, don’t be afraid,” Chu Chongjin walked up to her, his voice so gentle it could melt water. “With Brother Jinlong here, the bad guys won’t get away with it.”

He reached out and gently touched the dull, iridescent scale on the back of Mu Yu's hand.

The moment his fingertips touched the scales, a strange change occurred!

The dazzling golden dragon aura on Chu Chongjin's body, invisible to ordinary people, seemed to be drawn by something, and a wisp of fine golden thread slowly flowed into that scale.

The previously dull scales now glowed!

Mu Yu exclaimed "Eh!" as if a drop of sweet rain had fallen into her parched sea of ​​consciousness.

Although it was only a drop, it restored a bit of strength to her originally weak body.

Her big eyes lit up, and she turned her head to look at the burning library.

She remembered what the Turtle Prime Minister had once taught her.

"Water can extinguish fire, and dragons can bring rain."

She is a lucky koi princess. Although she can't command the wind and rain yet, she can still borrow a little power to do a little bit of things.

Mu Yu closed her eyes, concentrated all her energy, and sent the last bit of good fortune that had just been restored towards the sky.

Her little mouth was muttering something, but it wasn't some profound incantation.

"It's raining, it's raining, please let it rain quickly..."

"If it doesn't rain soon, the goldfish will be dried out..."

All the people saw was the little princess with her eyes closed, muttering something unintelligible.

But in the next second, everyone was so shocked that their mouths dropped open.

A dark cloud had drifted into the once clear night sky and landed directly over the library.

Immediately afterwards, large raindrops began to pelt down!

It wasn't a drizzle, but a downpour!

The rain seemed to have eyes, covering only the area within a hundred feet of the library, while the rest of the night sky remained dry.

The "phosphorus fire," which does not extinguish when exposed to water but instead burns even brighter, actually made a "sizzling" sound under this sudden downpour, and its flames were visibly suppressed!

“Auspicious omen…it’s an auspicious omen!” An old eunuch suddenly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly in Mu Yu’s direction. “The princess is an auspicious omen! It was the princess who summoned the heavenly rain and extinguished the evil fire!”

One person kneels, and a hundred follow.

The sounds of people kneeling down echoed one after another.

The crowd, who had just been furious and wanted to burn the "jinx" alive, now prostrated themselves in reverence, shouting "May the princess bring good fortune!"

Mu Fang held his daughter tightly in his arms, feeling her soft little body completely limp from exhaustion. He felt both fear and pride.

Chu Chongjin looked at the little baby who was fast asleep on Mu Fang's shoulder and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He withdrew his hand from the scales, looked down at his fingertips, where a halo of seven colors seemed to linger.

"This is just the beginning," he thought to himself.

Consort De, Chu Huaijin, and that Xuanjizi...

He will show them what will happen if they mess with the people he's protecting.

Meanwhile, deep within the palace, in Consort De's bedchamber.

"Smack!"

A valuable glass cup was smashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

Consort De's face was contorted, no longer displaying her usual gentle and virtuous demeanor.

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!" The Third Prince, Chu Huaijin, stood to the side, his face equally gloomy. "I never expected that little bastard to have such a trick up his sleeve! He actually managed to summon rain from the heavens!"

"What auspicious omen! It's nothing but sorcery!" Consort De gritted her teeth. "Where is Xuanjizi? Didn't he say it was foolproof? Where is he?!"

A dark figure slowly emerged from behind the screen; it was Xuanjizi.

He wore a black robe and a silver mask, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes.

"Your Majesty, please calm down," his voice was hoarse and grating. "This humble Taoist priest did not expect that the fusion of the koi's energy and the true dragon's energy could actually trigger celestial phenomena. This humble Taoist priest underestimated her, and also underestimated... His Highness the Ninth Prince."

When Chu Chongjin was mentioned, a hint of apprehension flashed in Xuanjizi's eyes.

"What do we do now?" Chu Huaijin asked anxiously. "The fire has been put out, and our people are dead. Now everyone in the palace treats that little bastard like a living Buddha! What if Father finds out..."

"So what if His Majesty knows?" Xuanjizi sneered. "The dead can't prove it. As for rumors... sometimes, an auspicious omen that is too accurate is more terrifying than a harbinger of disaster."

Consort De's eyes lit up: "What does the Imperial Preceptor mean?"

Xuanjizi slowly said, "A four-year-old girl who can manipulate celestial phenomena at will, do you think His Majesty would feel at ease, or would he feel... that her achievements are too great and she is difficult to control?"

He paused, then added ominously.

"Moreover, I left them a 'great gift' in the fire in the library. This gift will soon be delivered to His Majesty's desk."