Emperor Guangqi thought for a moment, then smiled slightly at Master Yuanhui and gestured for him to come to the tent to discuss the matter further.
The monk nodded, put his hands together, recited a Buddhist verse, and then left the tent.
Emperor Guangqi was about to leave when Eunuch Shen stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, what about the rescue efforts outside, and what about the situation in Tibet...?"
The emperor narrowed his eyes, lifted his eyelids, and looked in the direction of Prince Xiu.
King Xiu had just left the camp with his courtiers, but now he was back to the rescue work, arranging everything in an orderly manner.
Even Song Xizhi... was sent by Prince Xiu to treat the Holy Maiden.
Emperor Guangqi pondered for a moment and said, "Leave all matters outside to Prince Xiu to handle."
After saying this, he turned around and went out with Master Yuanhui.
Watching Emperor Guangqi and Master Yuanhui leave one after the other, Song Xizhi paused slightly.
In fact, she also had many questions and wanted to ask Master Yuanhui.
Before Song Xizhi could make a move, the Tibetan prince hurriedly walked towards him.
His steps were somewhat unsteady, his attitude respectful, and his tone full of humility: "In the past, I, the prince, trusted a villain too easily and even aided and abetted evil, which is why I delayed your rescue."
As the Tibetan prince spoke, he couldn't help but shed tears again: "It was I who harmed my daughter. I am willing to give anything, I only hope that you can forgive me and continue to treat her."
All the Tibetan envoys outwardly said they couldn't lose the Holy Maiden, but in their eyes, she was nothing more than a symbol, someone who could be replaced at any time.
Only in the heart of the Tibetan prince was the holy woman a living, breathing person.
Song Xizhi lowered his eyes and looked in the direction of the saintess. He saw her pale face lying quietly on the soft couch, her thick eyelashes casting a hard shadow in the candlelight.
This little girl was revered as a saint from birth, and Song Xizhi didn't know if this was a good thing.
Song Xizhi thought for a moment, then nodded and gave him a warm smile: "I can try acupuncture. Don't worry, my husband... is actually a living dead person. I believe they will eventually wake up."
"The key to whether the saint can be safe and happy does not lie with me, but with everything around her."
After she finished speaking, she slowly walked towards the bedside, leaving only the Tibetan prince standing there, his gaze fixed on the distant envoy.
While Song Xizhi was administering acupuncture to the holy woman, Master Yuanhui was also talking with Emperor Guangqi.
As soon as the two sat down in the tent, the secret guards that Emperor Guangqi had sent out to investigate rushed forward.
He first glanced discreetly at Master Yuanhui, and seeing Emperor Guangqi nod, he then reported with relief:
"Your Majesty, I have uncovered the truth behind the landslide at Heyan Mountain."
Emperor Guangqi's eyes sharpened slightly. He propped himself up slightly and said in a deep voice, "Speak."
"The landslide was not a natural phenomenon, but a man-made one. There is a lake at the top of Heyan Mountain, and the boulders beside the lake were deliberately blasted open."
"Many trees along the way that the flash flood passed through showed signs of being cut down, which led to what happened today."
When Emperor Guangqi heard the last part, his gaze had turned ashen. He recalled what Song Xizhi had just said and turned to look in the direction of Master Yuanhui.
"There is a traitor within the ranks."
Emperor Guangqi's voice was tinged with gritted teeth; he was genuinely enraged, a rare occurrence for him.
Master Yuanhui's gaze remained calm: "Why does Your Majesty say such a thing?"
Emperor Guangqi took a deep breath and closed his eyes again: "The Han family case more than ten years ago proved that there were spies from the Western Rong in Daqian."
"After this case, the traitor remained silent for so long, but now he finally couldn't hold back any longer."
When the Han family case from more than ten years ago was mentioned, Emperor Guangqi's voice gradually became hoarse: "Ever since I encountered the assassination attempt in the bamboo forest at the foot of Heyan Mountain, I have secretly deployed countless soldiers, just waiting for the Western Rong people to come, and what I want to capture is alive."
"It is impossible for the Western Rong people to blow up the rocks under such a tight net. Whether it is transporting enough gunpowder or cutting down trees along the way, it requires a lot of manpower and time to do it secretly."
"Therefore, it can only be someone from within the Da Gan organization, working in collusion with the Xi Rong from the inside out. This person's status is not low."
Emperor Guangqi recalled all the people selected to participate in this Fengshan ceremony.
Whether it was the imperial court or the inner palace, those who could come were all in high positions and had intricate connections with the Great Qian Dynasty.
They were even able to blast away the rocks right under his nose; the interior of Dagan is probably already riddled with holes.
After listening quietly to the emperor's heartbroken words, Master Yuanhui finally spoke: "Actually, the reason I came out of seclusion today is also because of this matter."
Emperor Guangqi suddenly became serious.
"If this matter is not resolved, the foundation of this major undertaking will be shaken, or even... cease to exist."
The emperor immediately stood up from his chair, his expression extremely grave: "Is the matter that serious?"
Master Yuanhui nodded: "The Han case is just the first step. They have been lying low for so long, just waiting for an opportunity. Now it seems that the time is ripe and they can no longer hold back."
The emperor frowned, thinking of the Han family case, and his eyes filled with sorrow: "But that thing has been lost since the Han family case. There has been no news or unusual activity in the Western Rong and Da Gan, which means that neither I nor they have found that thing."
"If they haven't found it, then what conditions have been met that have made them reconsider their plans?"
When Master Yuanhui heard the emperor mention the past, he sighed slightly and said, "This old monk doesn't know either."
The vast tent fell silent in an instant. The emperor remained silent for a long time before finally regaining his composure. Remembering his doubts, he asked again, "Was everything the monk said in front of everyone just now true?"
"Or was it just to save Song Xizhi?"
Upon hearing Song Xizhi's name, Master Yuanhui couldn't help but laugh: "A monk doesn't speak wildly. I'm telling the truth. Song Xizhi is a variable in the Great Qian Dynasty."
"Variables?" Emperor Guangqi murmured to himself, countless past events flashing before his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
"I never expected that Su Mingyue's child would be involved as well."
Emperor Guangqi paused suddenly, then asked in a very soft voice, "Is he... alright?"
Upon hearing this, Master Yuanhui was slightly taken aback: "Your Majesty also knows that His Highness the Crown Prince has returned to the capital?"
The emperor nodded: "I met him once before, in the bamboo forest, and recognized him at first glance."
His throat seemed to choke up: "He hates me... but I hate myself too."
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