Chapter 1109 It doesn’t matter who you are
Her voice was like snow falling from the eaves, clearly speaking of matters of life and death, but her eyes were as calm as a deep pool.
Yun Zhen's heart suddenly ached. How many dark nights of agony and hard work must he have gone through to be able to entrust his life to someone so lightly.
"I know my limits."
His fingertips brushed across the silver bell on his waist, and the crisp sound broke the medicinal fragrance that filled the room.
"If I continue to take the medicine, will I be able to get rid of this witchcraft shackles one day?"
Yun Zhen looked at the dark clouds rolling outside the window:
"Your Highness has been dealing with the court for these years, so naturally he doesn't believe in destiny. But some disasters are like cinnabar moles engraved in the horoscope, which cannot be removed or changed."
Xiao Zhan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stepped forward with his sword in hand: "There has to be a limit to playing tricks!"
"May I ask if Your Highness has ever summoned the Imperial Observatory to review your horoscope?"
Yun Zhen's silver hair was lifted by the night wind: "Someone saved you from the catastrophe of your coming of age back then, but now this bloody disaster should have caused your soul to die.
Rather than forcing Kangtai to bring about greater disaster, it is better to use my sick body to dispel the evil spirit - at least I can use my lifelong cultivation to protect you."
Jiang Xue clenched the prescription in her hand fiercely: "Are you saying that I have to rely on you to protect me for the rest of my life?"
“This is God’s will.”
Yun Zhen suddenly chuckled, his voice filled with bitterness: "Three years ago, I didn't believe this either, until I saw it with my own eyes..."
He stopped talking abruptly and took out a tortoise shell from his sleeve. "If you don't believe me, you can summon the envoy of the Imperial Observatory to see me tomorrow. I am willing to guarantee with my own life that what they say will be exactly as I say."
The gilded candlestick burst into a flower of light, casting the shadows of the two people on the screen painted with the twenty-eight constellations.
Jiang Xue looked at the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye, vaguely recalling the young man who picked the first white plum blossom for her by the Taiye Lake ten years ago.
After Jiang Xue exchanged glances with Xiao Zhan, she quickly signaled Fu Dong to go to the palace to summon officials from the Imperial Observatory.
The sealed room fell into stagnation, and the three people's silence, each with their own thoughts, lasted for a whole incense stick of time, until Fu Dong led the white-haired old man into the room.
Although this old man in the robes of an astrological official is in his eighties, his complexion is ruddy and his snow-white hair makes him look like an immortal.
At that time, Emperor Taizu personally inscribed a golden plaque with the words "Insight into Heaven's Secrets" as a gift. To this day, there is a legend circulating among the people that Yang Tianshi helped the imperial court avoid floods by observing the stars at night.
But since the new emperor ascended the throne, this former imperial teacher retired to the Observatory, spending all his time with the armillary sphere.
"This old minister greets the princess."
As Yang Tianshi saluted, the copper astrolabe on his waist jingled and said, "I wonder why Your Highness summoned me?"
Xiao Zhan stepped forward and helped the old man to a seat, with mist rising from the celadon teacup.
"I want to hear the truth."
Jiang Xue stroked the tortoise shell patterns on the table with her fingertips: "About my fate."
The old man's hand holding the cup swayed slightly, and the tea soup in the cup rippled. "Since Emperor Yongqing abolished the use of astrology, no one has mentioned this matter in the past thirty years..."
"Just say it." Xiao Zhan pushed the gilded heater towards the old man.
"Your Highness is destined to die before reaching the age of marriage."
Before Yang Tianshi finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew in from the window, causing the candlelight on the desk to flicker. “Someone sacrificed twenty years of his life to change your fate when you were seven years old.”
Jiang Xue stood up suddenly, and the jade pendant on her waist hit the sandalwood table with a crisp sound. Xiao Zhan held her trembling shoulders and stared at the old man with a burning gaze: "Do you know who did it?"
"Back then, the old minister secretly reported this to the late emperor."
Tianshi Yang took out a yellowed memorial from his sleeve. The four characters "nonsense" written in cinnabar were shocking: "Your Majesty, throw the memorial into the fire basin. From now on, the Imperial Observatory will no longer be allowed to inquire about the fate of the royal family."
Yang Tianshi stroked his white beard and pondered for a moment: "Although that person forced the horoscope to be changed for Your Highness, it can only last for 24 years."
His eyes swept across the girl's brows: "Looking at your complexion, it seems that a master has used a life-extending technique to help you, but..."
The old man hesitated to speak, and his fingertips made several cracks of varying depths on the tea table.
Jiang Xue's heart trembled slightly. The number twenty-four was like a key that suddenly opened the sandalwood box deep in her memory.
The words on the yellowed letter paper appeared before my eyes: "When Xiaoxue is thirty-four, my royal brother will return."
If the prophecy comes true, then who else but Yun Zhen could be supporting his life at this moment?
She lowered her eyes and stared at the celadon teacup. Yun Zhen's face reflected in the water gradually overlapped with the brother in her memory.
If Jiang Ke exchanged his life for hers, what price was this man with the same face paying to prolong her life? The tea water rippled, blurring the distinction between truth and falsehood.
Xiao Zhan watched coldly, his slender fingers unconsciously stroking the jade pendant at his waist.
He recalled the look in Yun Zhen's eyes when he gazed at the princess. It was clearly the tenderness a man would have when looking at his beloved.
Is this a blood bond or a carefully designed puzzle? A cold light flashed in the eyes of the dark guard leader. If anyone dared to hurt her...
"Please ask the Heavenly Master for guidance."
Jiang Xue's wide sleeves fluttered lightly, and her gilded armor left fine marks on the table. The old man shook his head and sighed: "The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it."
Before leaving, he looked at Yun Zhen meaningfully and said, "Everything in the world has its price, especially the art of prolonging life."
When there were only three people left in the hall, the girl suddenly approached the man in white and asked, "How long are you going to put on this, my brother?"
Her fingertips slid across the old scar on his neck, which was the mark left when Jiang Ke blocked the arrow for her.
Yun Zhen's Adam's apple moved slightly, but he just pushed the medicine bowl closer: "It's time to take the medicine."
Xiao Zhan suddenly grabbed Yun Zhen's wrist and pressed his fingertips on his vital point: "Saint Su Yili is probably good at more than just witchcraft, right?"
Feeling the other party's disordered pulse, his pupils suddenly shrank - this was clearly a sign of burning life!
Before the morning mist had dispersed, Xiao Zhan had already stood in front of Jiang Xue and said, "Mr. Yun has just arrived in the capital. I will see you off."
Two tall figures passed each other on the bluestone road, and the corners of their robes soaked in morning dew made slight sounds in the silence.
Yun Zhen suddenly stopped and turned around, his jade ring glowing coldly in the shadow of the porch: "Master Prime Minister deliberately sent the princess away, it can't be just for viewing the scenery?"
"If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is willing to recognize Xiaoxue..."
With a "snap" sound, Yun Zhen pressed the folding fan in his hand against the other party's shoulder, and the black iron fan bone pressed down the golden python pattern. "Did the Prime Minister really believe the nonsense of that quack?"
He suddenly took a half step closer, his nose almost touching the other person's chin: "If I say that there is a ghost from another world living in this body..."
The knuckles of Xiao Zhan's sleeves suddenly tensed up, and the weeds growing out of the cracks in the blue bricks were crushed into pieces by the heels of his boots.
He knew better than anyone that the real Jiang Ke would never mention his sister in such a frivolous tone.
"It doesn't matter who you are."
Xiao Zhan suddenly grabbed the other person's wrist with his backhand and applied force to the vital point: "The important thing is that you and Xiaoxue are now in the same blood."
Yun Zhen sneered and broke free from the shackles. As he stepped back, his crimson cloak swept away the icicles on the corridor. “A smart person should hurry up and arrange the southern tour.”
He deliberately dragged out the ending of the sentence, and his fingertips brushed the jade pendant on Xiao Zhan's waist: "Instead of entangled with me here."
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