At the south gate of the capital.
The sky was clear at first, but suddenly a strange phenomenon appeared, with patches of purple clouds emerging.
After it lasted for half an hour, a golden light suddenly shot out from the purple clouds.
Then, Nanga, dressed in white and sitting cross-legged surrounded by golden light, slowly descended.
The people had already been attracted, and when they saw this, their knees softened and they knelt down...
The subsequent scenes are very much like a TV drama. Nanga is like a deity descended to earth, his words cryptic and difficult for ordinary people to understand. Anyway, the main point is that the eldest princess is the reincarnation of a god, coming down to earth to gain experience. Inheriting the throne is in accordance with heaven's will, and so on...
The sound was soft, as gentle as a trickle, yet it could be heard throughout the capital, even in neighboring cities. With such cultivation and such mystery, no one dared to question Nanjia's abilities, let alone the authenticity of the message conveyed by the Supreme Court.
Yan Miaoling and her ministers arrived at the perfect time, witnessing the entire process. Then, a trusted member of the cabinet understood what she meant and turned to kneel down, prostrating himself before the only person standing beside her: the eldest princess, Yan Miaoling. "The eldest princess is a gift from heaven, a true deity who protects us in the world. I, Zhong'an, pledge allegiance to her, and will never betray her. May you live a thousand years..."
Look, with one person taking the lead, more than a dozen ministers in the cabinet all turned around and knelt before Yan Miaoling to show their loyalty. Seeing this, the common people followed suit. For a moment, thousands of people at the city gate acted in unison, and the cries of "Long live the king, long live the king, long live the king!" resounded through the sky.
Nanjia's mission was accomplished. He finally landed and clasped his hands together. "Greetings, Princess!"
To be honest, Yan Miaoling didn't expect that today's publicity campaign would be so effective.
Fortunately, she has paid more attention to her clothing since coming to power, and her outfit today can still suppress this sudden "admiration".
She wore a crimson gown embroidered with golden phoenix patterns. The wide, flowing hem resembled a cloud, lending her an air of extraordinary elegance and mystery. Draped behind her was a golden cape, its collar and cuffs inlaid with exquisite red gemstones. This cape complemented the golden phoenix crown atop her head, radiating a shimmering aura of natural nobility.
With the atmosphere at this point, needless to say, I knew what I should do.
Yan Miaoling smiled gently and approachably, raised her hand, and said, "Everyone, please stand up~"
Looking at Nanjia, who was bowing his head, she was worried. She held his hand and helped him up herself. "Master, please stand up. You must have worked hard on this journey to the Heavenly Court to ask for the mandate of heaven. Come with me into the palace immediately. I will host a banquet to welcome you tonight!"
Nanjia felt someone's hand teasing him, raised his head slightly, exchanged glances, and then stood up straight. "No, no, this is my duty."
The two went away together.
One red, one white. The red dress dragged to the ground, requiring two palace maids to hold it up; the white sleeves fluttered in the wind, looking pure and elegant, entwined with the red sleeves, adding a touch of romance and beauty.
I have to say, these two people are inexplicably a perfect match.
The ministers and the people knew that this was wrong, so they immediately put away their blasphemous thoughts and lowered their heads.
...
"What? Sick?" Yan Miaoling invited all her close ministers to a palace banquet that evening. But she was told Feng Peiyi couldn't come due to illness. When she had just returned that afternoon and heard the Imperial Guards relay the news, she had assumed it was just a common cold. But if the Imperial Master couldn't even attend such a grand banquet after his return, it must be something more than a simple illness.
She felt guilty when she thought about how this man had been enslaved by her since he came back, and how he hadn't even had time to rest for a month. Wasn't she just skinning him alive?
He just wants to save trouble for himself and doesn't care about the life or death of his subordinates.
After the palace banquet ended, she ignored Nanjia's hints and insisted on leaving the palace to visit him in person.
Being caught up by Nanjia, "Ling'er~"
Yan Miaoling hurried out, "Let's talk later if there's anything."
Nanjia laughed, "You must have misunderstood..." He caught up with her and went around to stop her. She was puzzled and pulled out two "sweet potatoes" from his pocket. "Ling'er, I saw you didn't eat much at the dinner. I think this is the perfect time to offer them to me. Come, eat first before you go..."
No one knew this better than Yan Miaoling. A look of delight crossed her face. "You still have it?" After returning to the palace that afternoon, she took Nanjia to Emperor Ze's bedroom and witnessed him using a Chishan Ice Lotus fruit to make medicine for him, curing his congenital condition.
How come there is still one?
Nanga smiled without saying anything and waited for her to eat.
Yan Miaoling was quite experienced at eating sweet potatoes. She devoured one in no time. She marveled at the wonder of these spiritually charged sweet potatoes. Back in heaven, they were her favorite snack. Unfortunately, there was only one tree in the palace, and the fruit ripened only once every three days, yielding only three sweet potatoes each time. Back then, her father and mother, the queen mother, had gone to great lengths to help her satisfy her cravings...
Thinking back on that time, I was so happy...
The sudden surge of spiritual energy within her dantian didn't excite her; instead, she was filled with sadness and longing. Thinking this was a good thing, she handed another one to Nanjia. "My cultivation level can't compare to yours, and it would be a waste for a mortal to eat too much. Why don't I give this one to you..."
Unexpectedly, Nanjia, who was always calm and composed, took a step back and hastily refused, "That's unacceptable!"
Yan Miaoling blinked her eyes and said, "Why..." You think you have too many good things?
Nanjia smiled, "Wait until I tell you the origin of the Chishan Ice Lotus Fruit, and you will know why..."
After Nanjia finished speaking, Yan Miaoling felt even more depressed, almost wanting to cry. It turned out that both the three ice lotus fruits from the previous time and the three this time were gifts from her heavenly father, the Jade Fox Emperor...
When she thought of this, she really couldn't help crying.
In modern times, as an orphan, she couldn't experience the love of her parents. But Princess Ling'er still remembers them, and the feeling of blood connection was so heartfelt that it brought her to tears...
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