On the second day of the Lunar New Year, as usual, the Emperor led civil and military officials and their families to Qishan to pay homage to the soldiers buried there.
Qishan is not high; it only took half an hour to reach Wanjiang Garden at the top of the mountain.
In Wanjiang Garden, the pines and cypresses stand evergreen, and rows of tombstones are neatly arranged among them.
There is an altar on the east side of the garden, where the worship ceremony is held.
"It feels much warmer here at Wanjiang Garden," the Empress said, dressed in plain clothes as she walked alongside the Emperor.
"There is a hot spring in Wanjiang Garden, which is naturally warm." The Emperor was also dressed in plain clothes.
Everyone arrived at the altar and stood in neat rows. The altar was filled with offerings, and the hot spring was right next to it. Smoke rose in wisps, and the Heroes' Cemetery was not filled with yin energy. Instead, the smoke made it look like a fairyland.
"Ah!" A voice suddenly came from the altar.
Everyone who heard the sound was startled. What could be the source of the noise?
Jun Molin also looked at the altar, and he saw that the rising smoke was in disarray.
There's someone at the hot spring! Jun Molin slowly walked forward and headed towards the spring.
The cemetery should not have water, but the great feng shui master Baili Hong said that this spring was the dragon's eye. Because of this spring, the place was an excellent feng shui site, and burying the soldiers here would allow their heroic spirits to protect the Northern Yin dynasty.
So the spring was not only not filled in, but was also properly repaired and shaped into a water tank, which was filled to the brim with hot spring water. The excess hot spring water flowed into the ditch through the hole at the end of the water tank.
As Jun Molin walked to the edge of the water tank, just as he was about to gather his inner strength and strike the water, his pupils suddenly dilated.
There was a woman in the water, completely naked, like a mermaid lying in the spring. Her body was faintly visible in the swirling mist.
Yun Qingran has gone mad. She has been detoxifying herself at the spring for the past two days, taking a nap in the water when she gets tired. After all, who would come to a place like this during the Chinese New Year?
But to her surprise, just as she was drifting off to sleep, she suddenly heard the sound of many footsteps. She peeked out and saw—good heavens! The Emperor, accompanied by his officials and their families, had arrived in a grand procession and was standing before the altar. Judging from their attire, they had come to offer sacrifices.
Upon seeing this, she couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
As fate would have it, Jun Molin followed the sound and came up, only to find himself completely naked.
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Is it too late to die now?
Death is impossible; now she can only beg Jun Molin not to report her.
Anyway, I'm a woman who can bend and stretch, so I'll just have to beg!
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Yun Qingran pursed her red lips, her eyebrows furrowed into a V-shape, revealing a pitiful expression, silently saying: Big brother, spare my life!
At this moment, her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like stars, her red lips were shimmering, and her skin was as white as jade, delicate and tender.
To describe her in five words: breathtakingly beautiful, an absolute stunner!
What's even more irresistible is that she's currently in the water, making her incredibly alluring.
Jun Molin's handsome face instantly turned crimson!
"Lin'er, how is it?" the Emperor asked from below.
"Nobody's here." Jun Molin's voice was slightly hoarse and suppressed.
"The water vapor is so thick, it's possible that something is hidden underwater and can't be seen. Someone, go up and poke it with a knife." The Emperor was still worried.
Yun Qingran's entire body stiffened, and she pleaded with Jun Molin again with a pitiful expression.
“There’s no need to bring anyone up,” Jun Molin said.
"Really not there? Lin'er, reach in and try." The Emperor felt something was off. Everyone had heard that "Ah" just now; there was no way he could have misheard.
Clouds in the air: 〣( oΔo )〣
Jun Molin froze upon hearing the Emperor's words.
"Lin'er, can you hear what I'm saying?" the Emperor urged.
"Yes, Father." Jun Molin raised his hand and reached into the hot spring water.
The sink wasn't big, just big enough for one person to lie down in. If you put your hand in, you would inevitably touch Yun Qingran's body.
Her skin was as soft and delicate as jade!
"Lin'er, you better try to fish it out properly." The Emperor was getting a little anxious below. What was wrong with the child today?
Jun Mo closed his eyes briefly and reached out to search through his head.
Where's my knife?! Waaah~ Yun Qingran is about to cry.
After Jun Mo finished touching the objects, he walked down with his right hand behind his back. "Father, let's continue the worship."
The Emperor looked at Jun Molin and noticed that his usually aloof and handsome face was flushed red. Not only the Emperor, but everyone else did as well.
What's wrong, Your Highness the Northern Cold King? Why is your face so red?
I've never seen His Highness the Northern Cold King blush before. To be honest, his expression is aloof, but his handsome face is flushed red, which is kind of cute.
Jun Molin felt everyone's gaze, raised his eyes and slowly swept them over the crowd. His gaze carried a powerful pressure, and everyone quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look at him anymore.
"Father, the time has come. Let's begin the sacrificial ceremony," Jun Molin said to the Emperor, withdrawing his gaze.
"Yes, good." The Emperor nodded, then said, "Perform the sacrificial ceremony."
The sacrificial ceremony began, a complicated and lengthy process. Jun Molin stood beside the emperor, following the procedure, but his mind was preoccupied with a question.
The woman's eyes and expression just now were so similar to Yun Qingran's, or rather, exactly the same.
Jun Molin glanced back casually at the spot where the Marquis of Zhen'an's residence was located. Only Yun Xiao and Yun Qingbi were there; Yun Qingran was nowhere to be seen.
Jun Molin was almost certain that the woman was Yun Qingran!
This is what she originally looked like!
The final step of the ceremony was to offer incense! The Emperor took three arm-length lit incense sticks and prepared to go up and place them in the incense burner on the altar.
When Yun Qingran heard the people from the Directorate of Ceremonial calling for the Emperor to offer incense, her heart tightened. The spring was right next to the altar, and once the Emperor came up, he would find her.
"Father." Jun Molin suddenly called out to the emperor who was about to go up.
"What is it, Lin'er?" The Emperor stopped in his tracks.
"Your subject will go up in place of Father." Jun Molin stood in front of the Emperor, as if he were blocking the Emperor's way.
Everyone was somewhat surprised. This was a great disrespect to the Emperor by His Highness the Prince of Beihan. Was he preparing to openly vie for the throne?
"How dare you, Your Highness, the Prince of Beihan! Only the Emperor can offer incense to the souls of the fallen soldiers. What do you mean by this?" The Imperial Noble Consort stepped forward and rebuked the Imperial Noble Consort.
Jun Molin remained silent, his gaze towards the Imperial Noble Consort gleaming with a chilling coldness, like a floating ice floe, piercing her eyes like a sharp blade, causing her to lose her sight and become disoriented in an instant.
"Father." Jun Molin reached out his hand directly to the Emperor.
"Alright, Lin'er, you may serve in my place." The Emperor handed the incense to Jun Molin.
He didn't suspect that Jun Molin's actions were a deliberate act of disrespect or a public attempt to seize the throne. Instead, he found his son's behavior today extremely strange.
"Thank you, Father Emperor." Jun Molin took the incense and walked up step by step.
Upon arriving at the altar, his gaze remained fixed on the memorial tablets, and he meticulously placed the burning incense sticks into the incense burner.
Yun Qingran breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and escaped another disaster.
Just then, dozens of sharp arrows pierced through the void and shot towards the altar.
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