After returning, Yan Miaoling once again devoted herself to the business of copying scriptures. She did not want to owe anyone a favor. Nanjia had completely destroyed his cultivation for her. Since copying scriptures was useful, she must go all out to help him ascend to heaven as soon as possible.
At the same time, when Nanga got the new merit bead and felt that it was growing rapidly, he felt very comforted.
She is kind-hearted after all. It's not in vain...
One day, two days, three days... ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Oh no! He stood up suddenly. The Merit Pearl expanded rapidly, reaching the size of his previous one in just ten days. How could this be possible?
Could it be that because she now has the merit beads to help her, the copied scriptures are more effective?
He was very curious and came to the palace in a blink of an eye.
He could see clearly through the gap.
She was thin and haggard, but she toiled day and night at her desk, copying. Even when she was drowsy, she refused to give up. Her sincerity touched him deeply.
Suddenly I felt...
Before he could finish, he felt his dantian become extremely hot, and the merit bead swelled to the point of almost overflowing.
Then, his feet lightened and a golden light flashed.
Just a swipe.
He was no longer there.
There is no more him in the world.
No!
That was the only thought he had before he disappeared.
In the Hunyuan Palace in heaven, the masters and disciples were surprised to see Nanjia finally achieve perfection and be reinstated into the ranks of immortals. Then came a surprise.
The frail figure within the crystal coffin was overjoyed. "Nangjia, you're stronger than me! After seventeen years, I haven't even managed to create my true form. And you, in just two weeks, have reached a level that others couldn't reach in half a lifetime."
The two young monks Xuan Xiu and Xuan Zhen looked at the distraught Nanjia and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?" Why didn't they look happy at all?
Nanjia knelt on the cushion in a daze, letting the white mist engulf him, without saying a word.
Loneliness spreads throughout every part of my body.
This is the enviable life of a god.
...
After twenty days of cooping up in her room, the young hero Yan Miaoling finally gave up. After three days of sound sleep, she took advantage of the bright sunshine and went out to relax. Her destination was clear: the Imperial Master's Mansion.
She wanted to see if her efforts could help Nanga in any way.
But when he arrived, the young monk told him, "Donor, our uncle has passed away and returned to heaven. Please accept my condolences. This is the letter he sent down from heaven. To be honest, I was just about to go to the palace to inform His Majesty."
The Imperial Master had disappeared. Such a major event had to be made known to the ruler of a country. And there had to be a satisfactory explanation, otherwise even the people wouldn't agree, and who knows what rumors they'd fabricate.
"Huh?!" Yan Miaoling was shocked, then snatched the letter and took a closer look. The handwriting was indeed Nanjia's. It was the same as the one in the sutra she had been given. She felt a mixture of emotions. In short, she was a little confused.
The male protagonist is suddenly gone, how do we play this?
"System, this isn't my fault. Without a male protagonist, there's no way there's going to be a happy ending. This... is a mess. Is this mission canceled?"
The system rolled its eyes. "How dare you say that? It's all your fault for being so hardworking that you sent it to the sky. Now the main system hasn't given any explanation, and I'm also waiting for news."
The Emperor Da Zhao and all the civil and military officials could not accept it just like her.
Although they said he had passed away, they vaguely felt that it was a strange sign from heaven and not a good omen.
Especially the Great Zhao Emperor. He had questions, he was angry, and he wanted Nanjia to answer his questions and resolve his doubts. But alas, the master suddenly disappeared. He couldn't sleep that night, and in anger, he drank alone.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was fixed on one spot.
He is used to calling the shots, and who would have thought that he would be cheated like this in his old age?
One of his concubines was a fake, a man pretending to be one.
His other concubine was pregnant and yet she was still committing adultery in the harem. He was 80% sure that the child was not his.
Normally, this was a simple matter, and could be handled in secret. However, he couldn't bear to do it.
He couldn't bear to let it go. Isn't that ridiculous?
He couldn't bear to let go of a concubine who was always sullen, always rejecting him without a single soft word. He must have a masochistic tendency.
The other was a girl destined for heaven. She was said to bring prosperity to the nation and could not be killed. He really wanted to ask Nanjia, "Who on earth have you sent to me?" She entered the palace pregnant with someone else's child.
Someone else's child?
Man, does it smell like durian?
The Great Zhao Emperor seemed to have suddenly become wiser. He recounted the unusual smell he had smelled that night in the Funing Palace.
Yes, he had clearly asked the Minister of Revenue, and he had learned that his daughter, Shen Aoshan, didn't like durian. How could he have smelled durian that night? Among the women in the harem, apart from the Queen Mother and the Empress, almost no one liked durian.
The Queen Mother ruled out.
The queen is crazy and hasn't eaten such heavy food for a long time.
The only one left is that alien, the man who pretends to be Kong Shanger!
"Bang!" He slammed his hand on the table, realizing what had happened. There had indeed been a man in Shen Aoshan's room that night, for he was an experienced person who knew what had happened before. It turned out that man was actually someone impersonating Kong Shang'er, a heavy durian lover.
Lan Shang had been in the palace for four months. Trapped in the harem, with nothing to do all day, it was truly utterly boring. And then there was the constant need to feign affection for an older man, constantly drugging him and using magic. Not only was he fed up, but even ordinary women would be bored too.
Over time, he became lazy.
He worked for three days and then slacked off for two, never showing a good face to the Emperor. In the end, the Emperor couldn't even enter the palace. This shows that the Emperor really had a soft spot for him. Despite such a stubborn temper and disregard, he was still alive.
Every time durians were sent as tribute from the south, Emperor Da Zhao would send them to Lan Shang's palace, simply because he knew he liked them.
However, Lan Shang's palace was just like Shen Aoshan's, riddled with holes and filled with spies. Over time, the truth would eventually show up.
The most recent time, the Great Zhao Emperor entered his palace, he was extremely cautious. He refused to drink the wine or touch the flowers, but tried to force his way in. Lan Shang used all sorts of excuses to fool him.
Lan Shang suspected that the Great Zhao Emperor was suspicious, so he wanted to consult Yan Miaoling about countermeasures. But there was no other way. He couldn't ask a pregnant woman. Pregnant women couldn't protect themselves, and they were walking on thin ice every day.
But who would have thought that Yan Miaoling had something urgent to do and ignored it.
Until now.
Emperor Da Zhao had secretly ordered someone to investigate everything, including what medicine Lan Shang and Shen Aoshan used each time.
But he couldn't bear to kill anyone, even if it was a man, and he was trapped. It was just so magical.
But now, he, who thought he knew everything, had mistakenly believed that Shen Aoshan's adulterer was Lan Shang. His anger reached an unprecedented level. He waved to the person in the dark, "Come, come! Prepare a good medicine for me. I must succeed tonight!"
The figure in the shadows was wrapped in a cyan cloth, even his face covered with a mask. It was none other than the man in black who had previously infiltrated the Russian army. He was not only skilled in the use of poison, but also in the art of Qimen Dunjia.
Lan Shang is in danger.
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