It's snowing. And it's snowing heavily.
On the third day after the snowfall, Luo Yaohui's house still hadn't been lit.
She was too cold to go out, but the howling north wind still carried news.
The Cai family was completely dumbfounded!
The Emperor hereby issues an edict: declaring that the twenty-eight True Men and True Lords of Zichan Mountain have strayed onto the evil path of cultivation, harming countless people and becoming a scourge to the nation! General Gao Ji is hereby ordered to lead an army of 100,000 to subdue them!
With 100,000 troops, wouldn't they burn all the jade and stones of Zichan Mountain?
To label a renowned master of Zichan Mountain, a sacred site of the Chan Sect, as a heretic is simply unprecedented!
Has the emperor gone mad?
Even if the emperor is insane, are all the Grand Secretaries insane too? Otherwise, how could this edict have been issued?
Luo Yaohui felt that the snow was getting heavier!
It's so cold. When it's cold, it's not enough to just wear more clothes. Even the food I brought back was ice cold.
If you have a stove, you can heat it up, and it will taste much better.
Luo Yaohui had never experienced such cold weather before. However, she had lived through all kinds of days in the Eastern Palace.
Luo Yaohui said, "If the snow is even heavier, then there will be a story behind it."
Cai frowned. In fact, most of the twenty charges were true; therefore, the sage had a reasonable basis and a chance of winning.
Even if it really snows, what good would it do if the emperor were there? Besides, this could easily be considered part of Zichan Mountain.
Luo Yaohui angrily exclaimed, "So many cultivators!"
Cai reminded: "They only said that these are heretical paths, but they didn't say that the entire Chan Sect is a heretical path."
Even a sage wouldn't use this method to suppress the Chan Sect; it's only correct if it's targeting certain individuals.
So what if he's Jade Dust True Monarch? The emperor says he's a heretic, so he is!
This kind of power drives people to fanaticism. As long as you have power, you can bring down Huan Yue and even the Empress.
Luo Yaohui said unwillingly, "It's not that easy. How's Han Oumo doing?"
A eunuch stood at the door and knocked: "Her Majesty said that Luo Chenghui has eaten too much, so he has changed his three meals a day to one. As for the snow outside the door, it is unlimited if he gets hungry."
The eunuch left, but the door remained open.
A gust of wind blew snow straight onto Luo Yaohui's face!
Madam Cai quickly closed the door. No fire, no food—this was even worse!
Luo Yaohui was about to cry! Time was running out!
The rear hall of Qing'e Palace.
The study was quite warm, and Huan Yue was still practicing calligraphy.
No one bothered her on a snowy day, so she could practice calligraphy in peace.
The west wing was also warm, and a group of people were working there.
However, I was a bit distracted while working today.
War is never a trivial matter. Using an army of 100,000 isn't just for show; it's because there's a genuine need for it.
Fortunately, most people probably know that it might not be about attacking Zichan Mountain, but rather about reclaiming the land at the foot of the mountain.
This can only be accomplished through violence and force. Otherwise, many more like the Lan family could emerge.
Di Baose said, "More than forty companies have been identified."
Fang Tang sighed, "That's really gone too far!"
Yu Anu said, "There are many large palaces and temples, and some are wealthy. Some have built temples or monasteries."
There are also compassionate fields, which bestow kindness upon the poor with a compassionate heart; there are compassionate fields.
Those who are not content with lining their own pockets, abuse their power, and even plot rebellion.
So, is the Tao good or bad? Those who cultivate the Tao are not necessarily good.
Just like in officialdom, is this considered corruption? A shocking case!
Originally, it was an investigation, but Zichan Mountain refused to cooperate, which disregarded the imperial court, so a fight was inevitable.
Everyone look to the east; the study is right next door. The Empress is really calm.
Zichan Mountain and she have countless connections.
The palace maid boldly said, "If it weren't for Jade Immortal's nonsense, Her Highness would have been in White Stone Village and might have actually met His Highness."
Fang Tang asked curiously, "Could it be that Chang Fengyi was imitating someone? But he didn't do it well."
People were making up stories: "I heard that Chang Dalang is very capable. If the Chang family hadn't had that accident, he would have become the top scholar at the age of eighteen!"
I mentioned it to Jing Wei, even though she wasn't there.
"The previous dynasty had a sixteen-year-old top scholar!"
The top scholar has a younger sister!
Whether the top scholar's sister is qualified to be the Crown Princess is up to the Emperor.
Seriously though: "With this much snow, it's not convenient to go on a campaign."
It seems the sage is in a hurry and doesn't want to wait until the New Year.
If all goes well, two months should be enough to survey the area around Zichan Mountain.
The palace maid said, "Having a good New Year won't affect farming next year."
As for who will have a bad New Year, or whether Zichanshan's actions are related to Dong Xu's retreat to Changhe County, they are certainly related, but Dong Xu cannot command Zichanshan, nor can Zichanshan control Dong Xu.
The young palace maid asked curiously, "Does the immortal of Zichan Mountain have no magical powers?"
People were making up stories: "It might not be that effective; it's more like a scam."
"It's not enough to fool even a saint."
Fang Tang said, "Kong Zhenjun is usually quite strange."
If one feels a splitting headache when facing a sage, it's clear that one's spiritual cultivation is insufficient.
Everyone felt that the sage seemed even more sacred. So, they dared to attack Zichan Mountain? Zichan Mountain, come on then!
The eunuch braved the wind and snow to run to the Empress and report: "Master Fushan requests an audience, saying he has something important to discuss."
Huan Yue said, "I have no interest in where she hid her treasures. The people's hearts are the greatest treasure!"
Fang Tang eavesdropped outside, thinking to herself, "This guy's acting really well!"
The eunuch came out.
Fang Tang wasn't embarrassed at all. She went to the study to watch the Empress practice calligraphy. Her calligraphy was amazing!
Huan Yue glanced at her: "A gentleman is open and honest, not smug and self-satisfied. Besides, the less you know, the more leisure you have, and the more leisure you have, the longer you live."
Fang Tang laughed and ran off. The Empress is lazy.
Although what Master Fushan said might be related to the conquest, the Empress has no need to seek merit.
Making meritorious contributions is the duty of soldiers. As for the tales of Master Fushan, the Empress would not listen to them.
Fang Tang suppressed her curiosity. It's always better to know less about some things.
Fushan Zhenren is still comfortably staying in Changchun Temple, yet he still wants to cause trouble?
Fang Tang felt that these people were not pure of heart. Perhaps they should all spend decades in ascetic practices in temples and monasteries.
There are many temples and monasteries in Sheng'an, and the conditions are relatively good, but none can compare to those in Zichan Mountain.
Just like the taboos of the Crown Prince, the harem must not interfere in politics; many things have a limit.
Huan Yue came out of the study.
The ground is covered with thick snow.
Yan Boxuan rolled in the snow, pulling his sister along with him.
Xie Fufu is turning into a grumpy older sister.
"Your Majesty!" Yan Boxuan was overjoyed!
Huan Yue came over, picked him up, and held Xie Fufu in one hand.
Yan Boxuan carried his sister in one hand, just like he was carrying her.
Xie Fufu remained expressionless, deciding to wait until his arms grew longer. No, even if his arms grew longer, he shouldn't mess with me!
"Sister!" Yan Boxuan coaxed her to cheer up.
I'm unhappy.
Yan Boxuan, give me a kiss! Haha, are you happy, sister?
Upon entering the house, Huan Yue put the two of them down.
The palace maids cleaned up the two gold nuggets and also cleaned up the Empress.
Huan Yue was alright: "The snow should stop tomorrow."
The maid looked at her and asked, "How did Your Highness know?"
Huan Yue was unfathomable. Anyway, if he kept saying it every day, tomorrow after tomorrow, how could he dare to stop?
The maidservant exclaimed in admiration, "Many people are hoping it won't stop, and then they blame the sage. Even the army can't move."
Huan Yue said, "Hoping for a windfall or for someone to be struck by lightning is just wishful thinking. To defeat a traitor, you have to draw your sword yourself!"
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