On the way back to Tianmen from Fuling Mountain, they would pass by the Nineteenth Villa, so An Tingyu stayed with Grandpa An and the others at the Nineteenth Villa for a few days before returning to the An Mansion from the Nineteenth Villa. However, as soon as they arrived in Tianmen, they heard a rumor.
"Have you heard?"
"What did you hear?"
"I heard that the eighteenth generation Lord of the Nether Palace is not actually dead, but someone else is dead."
"I also heard that the one who died was just a stand-in, but I don't know if it's true."
"Who knows! Maybe he's really dead, or maybe he's not. But Miss An is already the nineteenth generation. Even if the eighteenth generation isn't dead, she's probably been replaced."
"Then what do you think? Could it be that Miss An has seized power and usurped the throne? Otherwise, how could Miss An take the throne when the eighteenth generation Lord is still alive? It's unlikely, right? The Lord of the Netherworld Palace possesses supreme power. Who would be willing to let go?"
"That's true, but it's hard to say when it comes to power. Some people will do anything for power. Maybe there will be civil unrest in the Nether Palace. It's a pity for ordinary people like us. We don't know if we will be implicated by them."
"That's right. What kind of place is the Nether Palace? If they stamp their feet, we will all be greatly affected."
"Why!"
Hearing this, everyone sighed, perhaps worried about the future.
In the An Mansion, An Tingyu propped up her chin, leaning elegantly on the stone table. Looking at Dang Yan beside her, she said lazily, "What do you think about the rumors on the street?"
Dang Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and he said expressionlessly, "Rumors are just rumors. Why should Miss care about them? Or do you think there is something wrong with Prince Jing?"
"I'm not saying there's anything wrong with Aotian. I'm asking why the problem is coming up now. It's been four years since I've been publicly identified as the nineteenth concubine. If the eighteenth generation really survived, she should have appeared long ago. But why wait until four years later? Furthermore, we're coming back from Fuling Mountain. On the way back, we went to the Nineteenth Villa, a place known for its commanding presence. Yet, we haven't heard any rumors from there. In other words, the rumors must have spread in Tianmen. But who spread them? And what was their purpose?"
"Do you mean that someone wants to use this to disrupt the Nether Palace?" Dang Yan was not a fool, and he also heard the clues from An Tingyu's words.
"It's possible. The Nether Palace is too dazzling. There's no guarantee that someone would want to eliminate it for some purpose. Of course, those who want to eliminate the Nether Palace probably want to disrupt the four countries. That's why the Nether Palace has become the primary target, because it was me, the nineteenth concubine, who brought the four countries together."
"Miss An is right. This person's target may be the Nether Palace, but it may just be you, the nineteenth concubine." Feng Yun's voice suddenly appeared.
An Tingyu and Dang Yan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Fengyun walking towards them.
Seeing Fengyun, An Tingyu simply said, "The rumors should only have happened in the past two days, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have failed to inform us."
She didn't know about this, and neither did Jing Aotian. They only heard about it after they came back. Fengyun didn't inform them because he knew they were coming back, so he didn't bother.
"Smart!" Fengyun gave her a thumbs-up. "It was only reported yesterday afternoon."
An Tingyu smiled coldly, "It's not even two days since yesterday, not to mention it was yesterday afternoon, which is only a little over a day ago, but now the news is spreading all over the streets and alleys. It seems that the murderer used a lot of 'loudspeakers'! Otherwise, how could it spread so quickly?"
Even if a rumor spreads from one person to ten, or from ten to a hundred, it will definitely not have the same effect in two days. So the murderer must have found a lot of helpers to spread it for him, and then dispersed it to various areas in a planned and deployed manner. So this murderer is not simple!
"What should we do now?" Feng Yun said calmly, then added: "It's probably impossible to find the person who spread the rumor. Almost everyone in Tianmen knows about this now, so I'm afraid we won't be able to find the source."
"What else can we do? Liang Bianbei." An Tingyu shrugged. The person would definitely not be found, and the purpose was unclear, so this was an unsolved case.
"But if this continues, it will cause great harm to the Nether Palace. At the very least, it may cause internal strife within the Nether Palace, but at worst, the Nether Palace's credibility will be completely destroyed. Then, the empire built by more than a dozen generations of the Nether Palace will probably be destroyed."
"Then tell me, is the Eighteenth Generation dead or alive?" An Tingyu raised her eyebrows lazily, and a hint of cunning flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Rumors might be just rumors, but some rumors are like smoke without fire. If she wanted to know whether such a storm was coming, wasn't there one right before her eyes? As one of the four hall masters of the Nether Palace, Feng Yun couldn't possibly be unaware of the Eighteenth Generation's life or death. Only by knowing whether the Eighteenth Generation was alive or dead could she make her next plan.
Feng Yun touched the tip of his nose, smiled slightly, and then said, "Is there any point in asking this? You are only the nineteenth generation of the Nether Palace now, at least that's how it is in the eyes of the world."
"Everyone in the world?" An Tingyu raised her lips in a mocking tone, "Fengyun, I find that you are also playing dumb with me! You don't want to tell me that it doesn't matter whether I live or die, what matters is that I am now the nineteenth concubine in the eyes of the world, right?"
He didn't answer her question directly, and even said that she was the current nineteenth generation. Fengyun's words were very suspicious! Could it be that the eighteenth generation was really still alive? If so, how did Jing Aotian become the nineteenth generation of the Nether Palace?
"Miss An, are you wondering how the Nineteenth Generation became the current Nineteenth Generation?" Feng Yun seemed to know what An Tingyu would think, and he smiled. But before she could speak, Feng Yun said lightly, "Actually, you don't need to doubt it. The Nineteenth Generation neither seized power nor usurped the throne. The Nineteenth Generation obtained power in a normal way. Feng Yun can assure you of this."
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