The palace that appeared out of nowhere was magnificent and exquisite, completely unlike the style of palaces in various countries today. Upon closer inspection, the walls were all white, as clean and beautiful as jade.
There are also windows that are inlaid with large, jewel-like pieces, shimmering with colorful light under the sunlight.
In the eyes of people in this day and age, only the gods in heaven are worthy to live in this palace.
"Is this the Music Palace?"
Zhang Liang muttered to himself, and those around him unconsciously gasped and lowered their eyes.
But he didn't see his younger brother, whom he was holding, gazing longingly at the palace with envy.
The Moon Goddess, in her ethereal, otherworldly form, announced the start of the selection process and took her seat at the head of the table.
Ying Zheng turned his head and said with a smile, "Your Highness, the Moon Goddess, is even more radiant than before."
He then revealed the envy in his eyes:
"The palaces of the six kingdoms combined cannot compare to this Music Palace. I once thought of combining the strengths of the six kingdoms to build a palace after unifying the world, but now it seems pointless."
Ying Zheng subtly complimented the beauty of the Moon Goddess's "Palace of Music," which the puppets naturally didn't react to, but pleased the others.
"You have good taste," the system Jade Rabbit said smugly, then suddenly remembered the house it had built for the first time, which would soon be smashed, and felt a little reluctant and nostalgic.
Ying Zheng: Why did the Jade Rabbit respond, and why did its expression keep changing?
On stage, the King of Qin conversed with the gods, while below the stage, one exquisite dance or musical performance after another captivated the audience, who frequently erupted in thunderous cheers.
A large-scale event is the best way to unite people's hearts. Amid cheers and excitement, people from all over the Qin Kingdom got along much better.
Li Si had orchestrated this selection process for the Music Palace, and he was now feeling quite pleased with himself.
There was also some regret, thinking that General Wang Jian had already reached the capital of Chu.
If the moon goddess had set the time a little later, it would have been better. The newly surrendered people of Chu would have been able to participate in this selection, which would have been somewhat appeasing.
In the house of Nüba, far away in the State of Chu, the ground was filled with kneeling people. The King of Chu, dressed in plain clothes with his long hair disheveled, knelt on the ground and wept bitterly. The Chu ministers behind him were the same.
"Great Goddess Nuba, the tyrannical Qin has already reached the capital. The State of Chu is doomed. The Nine Tripods are useless, and the people of Chu are useless!"
After saying this, the King of Chu covered his face with his sleeve and wept bitterly. He was filled with resentment. Nüba had clearly said that the presence of the Nine Tripods would bring good fortune to the Chu Kingdom, but why was it of no use at all?
He had an unbelievable thought: could it be that Nüba was also on the side of Qin, and had come here to deliberately cause trouble for Chu?
Of course, he immediately forgot about it. How could that be? Nüba hated the Yellow Emperor so much.
"His crying is making me upset."
Nuba raised an eyebrow and uttered a single sentence, instantly silencing the kneeling Chu people, who didn't utter a single tear.
After spending so much time together, everyone had come to understand Nüba's personality: arrogant and willful, she regarded herself as a golden bodhisattva and saw mortals as filthy mud.
If anyone disobeys even slightly, Nüba will show no mercy, resorting to bloodshed and violence.
Nuwa withdrew her hand from the hair she had been using to tie Nezha's head on Xiang Ji, turned around with satisfaction, and patted Xiang Ji's face:
"My cooking skills are really good."
"Master, is this really the kind of hair that celestial beings in heaven would style?!"
Xiang Ji wore a stern face, filled with regret. He felt that Nüba was lying to him; how could there possibly be such a childish hairstyle as a fairy comb?
The pouting child, with his two buns, was even cuter. Nüba chuckled and casually pulled off a string of beads adorning a high-ranking official.
While tying beads around Xiang Ji's hair bun, she casually remarked:
"The Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, Nezha, the Third Prince, always wears this hairstyle."
"Really?" This long list of titles sounded impressive, and Xiang Ji stopped his silent resistance, his eyes sparkling as he eagerly asked.
"Of course! Nezha is one of the top war gods in the Three Realms. You're actually getting a good deal by giving you this Nezha-style hairstyle."
Nuwa nodded seriously, showing no remorse for casually "fooling" the child.
Although no one in this place, apart from Nüba, had ever heard of the deity Nezha—this figure first appeared in the Yuan Dynasty, which is almost a thousand years before the pre-Qin period.
But everyone just thought he was an ordinary person who was ignorant.
Xiang Ji was touching his bun, pleased with his hairstyle that matched Nezha's. Nüba finally turned her gaze to the Chu king and his ministers who were watching eagerly.
Ling Xiao deliberately ignored them, even though she had long been prepared for the battle between Nüba and the Moon Goddess.
The people of Chu are not worthy to force Nüba to take action!
They must be the ones pleading with Nüba, not demanding things from her as if it were their right.
"The State of Chu is truly useless! They've wasted all my effort."
Nuba spoke coldly, her gaze towards the Chu king and his ministers chilling and murderous, making one wonder if she intended to kill them outright.
"This... Nuba, please calm down," King Fuchu of Chu said hastily, his faint resentment vanishing with fear as he huddled to the side.
I never even considered refuting Nüba.
Perhaps this attitude pleased Him, for Nüba smiled disdainfully:
"The Nine Cauldrons are the embodiment of humanity's destiny, but no matter how much destiny is poured into a broken container, not a single bit can be retained."
After Ling Xiao gave a reason, he pretended to be angry, thinking about the various dirty tricks of the Chu king and his ministers—in order to fight for power and profit, the front-line general Xiang Yan was directly replaced.
No matter how powerful Nuwa is, she can't do anything about teammates who are the worst of the worst!
With both old and new grudges combined, her expression grew increasingly cold and stern. The Chu king and his ministers dared not look up at her, their heads buried in their hands pressed to the ground, when they heard Nüba's voice:
"Xiang Ji, do you think I should help the State of Chu?"
Immediately, everyone looked up at the child with the bun hairstyle, their eyes conveying the same message:
Tell me quickly, we should help!
The King of Chu's gaze was the most intense, because after Qin conquered the capital, others might still have a chance to save their lives, but he was destined to die.
Ling Xiao watched the future Hegemon of Western Chu with great interest. Surprisingly, he wasn't afraid or nervous at all. Instead, he pondered for a while before nodding, "I believe the Great Goddess Nüba should help."
Hahahahahahaha
Nuba covered her mouth and laughed, her rapidly changing emotions making people uneasy.
"Then I'll listen to you," Nüba said gently, pinching her bun and turning to the Chu king and his ministers with a smile.
"I'm going to fight Chang Xi. If I win, the Chu Kingdom can barely survive; if I lose—"
Nüba lowered her head, her eyes, filled with madness, staring directly at Xiang Ji. "I'll have Chang Xi continue building Nüba Palace for me. Xiang Ji, you'll supervise the construction, okay?"
"Why doesn't the master look at it himself?" Xiang Ji said in a low voice.
Nuwa got up and walked outside, her voice replying, "Because at that time, I was either completely destroyed or sealed and suppressed..."
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