On New Year's Eve, the results of the fire at Fengyi Palace came out quickly: the Empress had tragically perished in the flames. However, because the Empress had given the servants a day off on New Year's Day out of consideration for them, only the Empress herself died.
The body was charred beyond recognition.
When Feng Guang heard this, he felt relieved. How could a woman as mysterious and unpredictable as Rong Tingxue die so easily? This was just a clever escape plan.
Then, another message came: the Grand Preceptor was seriously ill and had voluntarily resigned to return to his hometown to recuperate. Moreover, he did not announce his resignation in front of Xianrang. Someone noticed that the Grand Preceptor had not appeared for a long time and went to his residence to look for him, only to find that he had left empty-handed, leaving only a letter of resignation. No matter how Xianrang sent people to look for Zou He, he could not be found.
At that moment, Xianmo was practicing calligraphy when he suddenly heard a voice that seemed to understand, "So that's how it is!"
Xianmo put down his pen and asked, "What does Fengguang understand?"
"Actually, the child in the Empress's belly is that Imperial Advisor's!"
He asked, puzzled, "The Empress is pregnant?"
“Yes.” Feng Guang suddenly felt like she was Sherlock Holmes. She quickly said, “I was wondering why the Empress would suddenly have an affair and then slip away like a cicada shedding its skin. It turns out that this was all planned with Zou He. Do you remember that day? We saw Zou He lying on the tree, drunk and heartbroken. He must have been talking about the Empress.”
At that time, it seemed that the Empress was still ignoring her. How did these two suddenly get involved together?
Feng Guang recalled the first time she met the Empress, and the beautiful blue Kongming lantern she received. Perhaps it was sent by Zou He to please her.
The more she thought about it, the more she realized it made sense. When she saw Lan Zhao, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. She had originally thought that Zou He and he were good buddies who loved and hated each other, but it turned out that he had already run away with a girl.
Lan Zhao's face showed no sign of displeasure. He remained as stern as ever, showing no leniency in his teaching of Xian Mo. Two years later, when Xian Mo turned fifteen, he said, "Your Highness, I have nothing more to teach you. The rest depends entirely on your own skill and practical experience."
"Yes, thank you, Master." The fifteen-year-old boy had not only grown much taller, but had also become much more composed. His mature face was so beautiful that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was as perfect as a painting.
Although Lan Zhao often said that he was not worthy of being called "Master" by Xian Mo, it was undeniable that Xian Mo was indeed his most outstanding disciple. He had never seen anyone absorb knowledge so quickly, and he was also certain that, given time, Xian Mo could reach a higher level than him.
"I will be setting off for the frontier in a month. I have already suggested to His Majesty that the Crown Prince accompany me. Your Highness, are you willing?"
Feng Guang, who had been lost in thought, immediately perked up and exclaimed, "No way!"
“Of course I am willing.” Xianmo lowered his head. “As Master said, I need real combat experience.”
"Alright." Lan Zhao nodded with satisfaction. "Conquering a country is not like being in the palace. Your Highness, be prepared to suffer a month from now."
"Don't worry, Master."
Lan Zhao left with a satisfied smile, saying that the Crown Prince no longer needed to wait for him at the martial arts arena.
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