The enormous divine bird, its body perfectly intact, flew around the palace. With a gentle flap of its wings, a few of its magnificent feathers fell, each one as beautiful as a jewel.
The birds sang a few times, clear and melodious, like a musical ensemble unlike anything in the mortal world, the sound echoing in people's ears for a long time.
"Host, why are we wasting so many items? Do we just throw money around because we earn so much?"
While trying to control the giant bird, he also kept making sarcastic remarks about the character's personality.
"Because this goddess must maintain her composure when she leaves."
Of course, she wasn't gone forever, but as mentioned earlier, there was a three-year drought as punishment. If she stayed, she would definitely face all sorts of pleas for mercy.
However, she's currently a weakling, and the system is a palace intrigue system—how could it possibly solve a drought?
So it's better to find an excuse to run away first, this drought won't last long.
At first, it looks like it's coming on strong, with moisture from the Pacific Ocean being blocked and trapped on the sea surface, but it will soon be blown over by the monsoon.
It will rain before March.
Ling Xiao clapped her hands, making a megaphone shape with her hands:
"Bluebird, come down quickly!"
The enormous blue divine bird seemed to hear the call, nodded in a human-like manner, and slowly descended.
The ministers below quickly made room for it.
Its enormous wings slowly folded, raising a cloud of dust from the ground. It shook its high crest, its black gem-like eyes darting around.
The Goddess of Mount Tai appeared before the divine bird and said happily, "Let's hurry, or we'll be in trouble."
Li Yue gave a bitter smile, his mind in turmoil, when suddenly he heard the most beautiful and clear voice he had ever heard:
“Little guy, you’re always getting into trouble. This time you’ve actually messed with Emperor Zhuanxu. Aren’t you afraid he’ll beat you up?”
While seemingly blaming, the affection in his tone was undeniable.
The bird spoke!
The crowd could not believe their eyes.
Despite witnessing so many amazing things in Ling Xiao's hands, nothing is as moving as a living bird speaking.
And it sounds so beautiful! Even the literary master Song Ren was captivated. "The jade of Kunshan shatters and the phoenix cries"—the sound of the bluebird is truly exquisite.
The system boasts a million-sound inventory to satisfy all the host's whims.
"So I need to go to the Empress's place to avoid her. Good, Bluebird, let's go quickly."
With that reply, the little girl appeared out of thin air on the bird's back, muttering, "Hurry up, hurry up."
The bluebird spreads its wings and soars high, cutting through the sky.
"aunt--"
Ling Xiao looked at the group of people below, looking utterly dejected, and laughed rather unkindly.
She felt no remorse; she had predicted the drought early on, and the court was able to prepare accordingly, saving countless lives that would have otherwise been lost.
Even the most enlightened living Buddhas who save all sentient beings are not as great as her.
"The bluebird is so diligent in its search; it must be the bluebird that is the messenger of the Queen Mother of the West in mythology."
The literary master Song Ren gazed wistfully in the direction where the bluebird had disappeared, oblivious to the emperor's dejected expression.
Everything came to a close, seemingly resolving the rebellion, but the problems left behind were even more fatal for the ruler and his ministers.
…………
Half an hour later, a small court assembly was held.
"The rebels have been identified as remnants of the former King of Han."
The name of the King of Han was familiar to everyone present. He was the eldest son of the late emperor and a strong contender for the throne.
The emperor did not remove his dusty imperial robes, yet his imperial majesty only grew stronger.
He spoke wearily, "The King of Han committed suicide, his eldest son died in despair, and his second, third, and youngest sons all perished in succession, yet there are still remnants of his family outside the capital."
The audience lowered their heads, speaking with utmost care:
"We have investigated and found that the King of Han had a son with a woman outside the palace."
Those who investigated were astonished; who would have thought that this escaped fugitive from the Han Prince's Mansion was actually a prodigy?
Needless to say, the skills in both civil and military affairs are rare, but the ability to win people's hearts is truly remarkable.
Like a venomous spider, relying on the remaining power of the King of Han, he slowly lured the court officials into his clutches, one by one, binding them to his side.
If he had been given more time, the scale of this rebellion would have been far greater than it appears.
"Heh," Li Yue gave a strange, cold laugh, "My brother here is quite farsighted, letting the royal family members wander outside, and plotting to kill me!"
The kneeling officials all lowered their heads and dared not utter a word.
The struggle for the throne was a mess, involving the eldest son, the youngest son, the favored concubine, and the beloved son—a huge uproar.
In the end, the current king, who was fifteen years younger than the king of Han, won, and the facts proved that the current king was indeed a wise ruler.
The victor is king, the loser is villain; King Han and the others vying for the throne naturally met with no good end.
Looking at the current members of the royal family, it's clear that only princesses and a few former princes are active.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. The King of Han's misconduct is not your fault. Why be angry? It may harm your health."
Wang Yi stepped forward despite the pressure.
He also suggested moving the tomb of the King of Han out of the palace, removing him from the imperial lineage, and ceasing the worship and offerings to the King of Han in the ancestral temple.
Each move was ruthless. Nowadays, people value the offerings of incense after death most. Wang Yi has deprived people of the rituals for their families and country. King Han is likely to become a wandering ghost.
Xu Yan had mixed feelings. He had once taught the princes to read, and the King of Han was also considered his disciple. He opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.
Li Yue waved his hand, meaning he agreed.
"The rebels, including the Prince of Chu, the Xie family, the Marquis of Nanning, and the Left General of the Capital Camp..."
The hall was completely silent, save for the echoing names, which sounded like the tolling of death bells.
"Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free. Those involved will have their homes ransacked and their entire families executed. Children under three years old in the Chu Prince's household will be spared."
After a long while, the emperor calmly dealt with the rebellious fellow. He didn't want to hear any grievances or know if he was wronged.
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