As the saying goes, winning without fighting is the best of all.
"Lingnan is considered my hometown," Xie Chongyue whispered. "I have a strange disease, and my father ordered the garrison commander, General Sun Wen, to take me here to live. On the one hand, he wanted to find a cure for the disease, and on the other hand, he wanted to build up my power."
No wonder the Prince of Qi is so quiet, his affairs in Lingnan must be a secret.
Since it involves the royal family, Xu Shiqing couldn't help but have some conspiracy theories about Xie Chongyue's strange illness. Coupled with the way the King of Qi and his wife kept him hidden, if it was really just a strange disease, why would they cover it up and look for a solution?
With the status and position of the King of Qi, he announced it to the world, and many people were willing to come to him to help him solve his problems.
"I guess so." Xie Chongyue said, "I'm just a pawn used to contain my father."
"The medicine that suppresses my strange disease is extremely precious. No one in the world can afford it except the royal family."
"When I first had this attack, the imperial physician said that if no cure was found, I wouldn't live past the age of twenty."
"This is because the medicinal materials used to make medicine in the palace can only last until I am twenty years old."
Some aged medicinal herbs are hard to come by and you can’t get them just because you have money and power.
Xie Chongyue said, "This medicine, which costs so much to make, can only suppress my illness, but cannot cure it."
"Did the late emperor do it?" Xu Shiqing asked.
Xie Chongyue nodded, but he did not continue the conversation. Instead, he changed the subject and suddenly brought up another matter.
"Want to go out for a walk with me?"
He extended an invitation.
"Aren't you anxious about the defenders?" Xu Shiqing followed him out.
Xie Chongyue said, "It's only a few hours. As long as they spread the news, it doesn't matter whether I, the Prince of Qi, go early or late, or whether I go or not."
Anyway, General Sun Yat-sen and his men knew that they agreed to this matter, so they didn't have to worry about any problems with executing first and reporting later.
The reason I asked him to go was not so much because of the plan, but because I really wanted to see him and reminisce about the past.
They went out.
Xu Shiqing had just arrived yesterday and had not had time to observe the layout of the Demon Cult. He was now being led around by their leader. He did not experience any differences in customs, but what impressed him most was the strange looks the group of people gave him.
Xu Shiqing looked at himself in confusion. Xie Chongyue had provided the clothes, so they weren't particularly special. It couldn't be that their leader was usually too awe-inspiring, and no one stood with him, so now that he had appeared, they were curious.
"...You think too much." Xie Chongyue said.
Xu Shiqing replied confidently: "After going through all this, I can't help but think too much, right?"
He is not so careless as to say this.
Xie Chongyue touched his nose guiltily, feeling very uncomfortable and a little conflicted.
Should I tell him everything?
If he were to ask himself honestly, this was a very tempting choice. He could almost see himself peeling open his entire chest, exposing it, his heart beating excitedly, each beat shouting out their unique bond—
From their parents, from their own interests, from their own emotions, they are the strong bonds that bind two people tightly together.
Will he forgive me?
Xie Chongyue thought about it and felt nervous, excited, and his palms were sweating.
——Will you forgive me for having an affair with his parents and deciding his future on my own? Will you forgive me for approaching him with desire?
This was a question that stopped him in his tracks and filled him with fear.
Xu Shiqing was chatting with an ordinary believer about some daily life and life. After a few words, they parted ways, like two lines that briefly intersected, and went their separate ways.
"What are you doing?" Xu Shiqing asked curiously, "Let's go. Didn't we say we were going to see the ancestral hall of the sect?"
There are many worships of gods and ghosts in Lingnan, so the evil cults entrenched here are naturally deeply influenced by them.
Xie Chongyue lit three incense sticks. The conditions in the mountains were limited, and the beliefs in the religion were diverse, so everyone had to make do with building a temple. The space for placing things was really tight, so they had to make do with what they could.
The hall was filled with the unique aroma of incense, dim and hazy as if immersed in the rich fragrance of flowers.
Xu Shiqing respectfully lit the incense and bowed three times. These things also exist in the Central Plains, but they are not as unique as those in Lingnan. The fact that there is still faith within a sect is truly unique.
He felt that although the Demon Cult was a sect, it was more like a group of people from all kinds of places living together.
The god's majestic gaze fell down, as if it had substance, and there was a solemn atmosphere.
What kind of place is this?
In such silence, Xu Shiqing couldn't help but think so. Unlike Jianmen, and also very different from other famous and upright sects, most of the martial arts sects in the Central Plains have strict rules and emphasize respecting teachers. Apart from practicing martial arts, most of the time it feels no different from a school.
It’s just that the people respected by the disciples are Confucius and Mencius, or the founder of the sect.
However, as the Demon Cult came along, Xu Shiqing was surprised to find that there were not many martial artists here, but mostly rural villagers.
In other words, here the martial artists can be equated with the country folk, and the knights carry the shoulder poles and lift the hoes.
...In the martial arts world of the Central Plains, this is heretical and despised.
The flowers in the hall intoxicate three thousand guests, and the sword brings frost to fourteen states.
It seems that this is the life that most people in the world think they should live.
Fame, wealth, power, swordplay, revenge...
Xu Shiqing followed Xie Chongyue into the house. The surface of the incense burner was wiped very clean, but it was full of incense sticks, which were slowly emitting smoke.
He followed suit and bowed down. When he raised his head, he couldn't help but secretly look at Xie Chongyue. The other party's words and actions were too skillful. However, it was not until today that Xu Shiqing knew that the other party believed these things.
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