"Jinghe!"
A little prince ran up to the girl and said, "Look what I found!"
Jinghe looked down and saw that the little prince was holding a white fox in his arms. Its fur was burned and covered in blood.
"What a beautiful fox." Jinghe said in surprise.
"This is a white fox sent as tribute from the Western Regions." The little prince said, "My second brother also likes it and insisted that the queen mother give it to him. The queen mother disagreed, so he burned its fur. Jinghe, you practice the way of 'attack' and 'healing', can you save it?"
Jinghe shook his head: "I can't save him. My healing talisman has only been trained to 55% of the first level. I haven't mastered it yet."
"What should we do? It's almost dying..." The little prince was very anxious.
At this time, he saw a fairy-like white-haired man standing in the White Jade Pavilion in the nearby imperial garden.
The white-haired man seemed to appear in the White Jade Pavilion suddenly, or as if he had always been standing there, seeming to merge into one with the long pavilion covered with white frost.
"Are you the Imperial Master?" The little prince ran over holding the white fox in his arms. "I heard that you know everything, can predict fate, and are proficient in all kinds of talismans. Can you save this white fox?"
The white-haired man's gaze was like frozen ice and snow:
"Why should I save?"
His voice was not harsh, but it contained great authority.
"I can't bear to see a life die. And you are the only person I can turn to now." The little prince said calmly.
"What does the white fox's life have to do with me?" The white-haired man's voice remained flat.
The little prince did not insist on begging, as he knew that it would be fruitless.
When he turned around holding the white fox, the white-haired man said:
"...Aren't you afraid of me?"
Although it was a question, the tone was still calm.
"Why are you afraid?" asked the little prince.
"Everyone is afraid of me, including your father." The white-haired man's voice was light and as pleasant as jade beads: "Including your sister."
The little prince was stunned. When he looked up, he found that Jinghe was hiding behind the swing, her eyes full of fear of the white-haired man.
Rumor has it that the Grand Master has no humanity or emotions. He can predict the fate of others and even accurately predict the time of their death. Everyone is afraid of this kind of person who can see through everything about them. All secrets are exposed in front of him. Even if they see him, they will retreat on their own initiative or lower their heads and dare not look directly at him.
The little prince turned around holding the white fox and faced the imperial teacher.
"I have never done anything wrong in my life. I am not afraid of you. If you want to see my fate and memory, you can do so." The little prince said frankly, "You can see the fate of others and even influence the fate of a country. If you use this ability well, it will be a great achievement for generations to come. I admire you, so how can I be afraid of you?"
His answer was neither humble nor arrogant, and there was no trembling in his words.
Li Mingyue only took a glance and knew that the young man in front of him was not lying. A strange emotion rose in his heart, but it quickly passed.
A flash of white light appeared, and in the next moment, all the white fox's hideous wounds were healed. It was clearly a high-level talisman that could heal instantly, but the national teacher didn't even need to write the talisman.
"Master Imperial Master, thank you..." The little prince was about to express his gratitude when he found that there was no one in front of him.
In the White Jade Pavilion, melting snow fell, and the shredded white curtains looked like pear blossoms. He stood there in a daze, between the fluttering white flakes, with only the fragrance of peach blossoms remaining in his nose.
"It is said in folklore that a white fox was a young lady who was murdered in her previous life. She reincarnated as a fox because she wanted to meet the person who saved her in her previous life." Jinghe said, "Brother, you saved a palace maid a few days ago. Could this white fox be her reincarnation?"
The little prince thought of his past.
The palace maid was his childhood friend. He met her by chance in the imperial garden when he was eight years old. She was a kind woman who taught him how to fold paper flowers and told him folk stories and the sufferings of the common people, which he could not learn in the palace.
She was not beautiful, with only black and shiny hair, but she was hardworking and gentle. She could tidy up his clothes covered with snow, remove the ice and broken leaves on his hair, and notice the dark circles under his eyes from reading all night.
She was like an older sister to him, very open-minded, sometimes telling him the truth that "water can carry a boat", and also mentioned the hundreds of thousands of victims who starved to death in the famine. In the deep palace, he could become a prince who understood and cared about the people, instead of a cruel person like his second brother, thanks to her.
He deeply believed that if she had the chance, she would not be trapped in the deep palace and become an inconspicuous palace maid, but would be able to soar into the sky like an eagle.
He promised her that one day, he would give people like her the opportunity to change their destiny and not be trapped in a small building.
But a few months ago, she died.
The cause of her death was that the emperor looked at her a few more times, and the imperial concubine became jealous and threw her into a deep well.
Although he rescued her from the well, she still fell into the well and died one day. People said it was an accident, but everyone knew it was man-made.
Obviously, there was no love in her eyes, nor was she interested in being in love with anyone. But just because she was a palace maid, her ambition and vision were concentrated in her identity, putting her to death.
The little prince thought about this and lowered his eyebrows slightly: "When I can change this world, I will get rid of these ghost stories and let the people have the opportunity to read and learn calligraphy."
Looking at the white fox in his arms, he shook his head.
"However, if it is really her reincarnation, that's also good." He smiled, "White Fox, if you really have the ability to repay my gratitude, then protect me for the rest of my life. However, even if you don't have that ability, I will always protect you."
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