The mad Taoist priest waved his hand: "This ritual cannot be performed too closely."
“If we get too close, he will react immediately as soon as we start doing something. If the reaction is too strong, someone will probably come to arrest us in no time.”
"This ritual must continue for three days without stopping!"
“Once the ritual is disrupted, it is null and void. It will be much harder to get a second chance.”
Mad Taoist Priest: The main problem is that getting too close makes it easy to die.
Although the second prince was also puzzled, he dared not refute it, so he could only ask the mad Taoist priest, "What does the Taoist priest mean?"
The mad Taoist shook his head and said, "This place is just right, it complements your destiny, young master. If you perform the ritual here, you will achieve twice the result with half the effort."
The second prince gritted his teeth and agreed: "Then I'll trouble you, Daoist, to wait here for two more days?"
The mad Taoist stroked his beard and nodded: "No problem."
The second prince himself did not go, but instead sent a message by carrier pigeon to obtain a lock of the new emperor's hair and send it over.
The second prince stayed by the mad Taoist's side for the rest of the day, drinking tea, chatting, and eating.
Erbao ate some snacks, but couldn't eat anymore, so he obediently went to his room to lie down and rest.
The mad Taoist sat in his secluded courtyard, surrounded by luxury and tranquility, chatting with the Second Prince while plotting his escape.
Throughout history, there has never been a monarch whose position was obtained through rituals.
If this method is so effective, then why did dynasties throughout history have palace intrigues, rebellions, and wars?
Find a sorcerer, take a strand of their hair, and use a spell to kill them.
The mad Taoist priest dared not expose the second prince's muddled mind.
Otherwise, he would die immediately.
Finally, the Second Prince was called out by his subordinates to handle some matters, and the Mad Taoist also got up to check on Er Bao, who had eaten too much and gone to sleep.
Erbao was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed, but just as the mad Taoist was covering her with a blanket, he heard Erbao whisper, "Master, what should we do?"
When the little girl spoke, she didn't even open her eyes, except for a slight movement of her mouth.
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