Chapter 32 Meeting "Prince Rong'an" Bitao's expression was one of utter misery...
That night, Bitao had the cultists released.
The fat steward was truly afraid of death. Despite being so timid and terrified of Bitao, when he was released, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground and call out to Bitao from afar, "If we do as you say, will you really give us a way out?"
"If we infect them all, will we be able to obtain a life-saving antidote?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Haven't you been taking those medicines all along?"
"But Doctor Wu told me that your constitutions are not very good, and you need to take strong herbal decoctions for several more days before you can fully recover."
Bitao stood on a hillside, looking down at you with a calm and gentle tone: "But you also have a mission to complete. Didn't the bishop want you to meet up with the Qinghua Emperor's attendants? How can we delay your mission?"
"You know how to explain this to the Emperor's attendant, right?"
“We know, we know! We just said... there were thieves, oops, someone who was opposing the Tsinghua Cult, and we've already wiped them out.”
"Most of the men stayed in Chongchuan City to guard against further trouble; only a few of us came to join them..."
Bitao gently placed her hands in front of her, dressed in the attire of a cultist. Her gentle and respectful expression made her seem like a bodhisattva saving all sentient beings, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura.
But if someone looks closely into her eyes, they will feel as if they are being stared at by a ferocious beast. Every inch of her body's bones is strong enough, and every part of her internal organs is tender and nutritious.
Bitao waved to the cultists from a distance with satisfaction: "Go ahead and rest assured. After you complete your mission, I will have Physician Wu brew you a more potent medicine that will surely cure your ailments."
Bitao made no mention of her schemes in her words, because she only learned a few days ago when she was talking with her brothers that they not only had many immortals accompanying them to the mortal realm for the competition, but also that they recorded their merits and demerits.
It will also be recorded in real time and transmitted to the celestial realm, where the elders who judge the winners and losers will judge their words and actions, and their behavior will be discussed by their colleagues who did not participate in the competition.
People from both the celestial and the underworld were watching them closely. If Bitao wanted to win a good ranking in the competition, she not only had to be careful with her words and actions, but also had to restrain the people in her team so that they would no longer shout for violence.
She even took the time to recall her entire past from birth to the present and found that although she had acted somewhat extremely, she had never killed or harmed any living beings except for livestock.
This can be attributed to the invisible "dogma" that seems to have been etched into her bones since birth.
Looking back now, Bitao thinks that it was probably a principle that even a celestial being would subconsciously follow, even after reincarnation and forgetting everything.
After the cult members were "escorted" away from a distance, they were finally able to leave.
Doctor Wu huffed and puffed as he climbed up the hillside.
He asked Bitao from a distance, "Is it really okay to just let them go like this? Although they seem intimidated on the surface, they are all wicked people at heart!"
Doctor Wu worried, "What if they refuse to do as you say and instead betray us?"
Bitao smiled and said, "We never expected them to be loyal to us. Even if they don't betray us, we will expose ourselves. Doctor Wu, there's no need to worry."
Anyway, Bitao's purpose in letting them go back was to infect that group of people, not to expect these cunning and evil people to endure hardship and seek revenge.
"But Physician Wu, how have you been lately?"
"I'm fine, perfectly healthy!" Doctor Wu said, punching his chest a few times to show that he was still in good health.
He has been taking care of the poisoner these days, and Bitao is quite worried about his health, after all, he is getting old.
However, ever since Bitao relieved Doctor Wu of the heavy burden of "taking care of the little ones," Doctor Wu, who seemed to be on the verge of death, regained his former tenacious physique, walking among the people, helping the needy, and standing up for justice.
These days, while controlling the plague among the infected people in the team, they can also prescribe remedies for the refugees they rescue along the way.
He even took the time to take on a young apprentice, teaching him to start by recognizing characters and identifying herbs.
I've been helping Doctor Wu these past few days, and it's actually been quite a bit of work.
Bitao was about to leave when she glanced at the little boy with the yin-yang eyes next to Doctor Wu, who was looking up with one eye peeking out and gazing intently at her. She paused again.
He smiled at him from afar, his smile gentle: "You did very well, you've always been very good. Keep learning from Doctor Wu."
The child, who was looking up, had eyes that shone like stars in the sky for a moment, but then he lowered his head shyly.
They seem completely unable to adapt and don't know how to appreciate being praised.
After all, in his short life, only these days were the days when he could sleep peacefully without worrying about being sold, bitten by wild dogs, or having his warm clothes stolen by other beggars.
After praising the children, Bitao turned to Qiubai, the baby-faced boy beside her, and said, "Observe for another three to five days. If no one in the team taking care of the poisoned people falls ill again, they can be incorporated into the normal team."
"Don't worry! I understand!"
When the escorts returned, they confirmed that the cultists had joined the ranks of the Qinghua Emperor's attendants.
Bitao and her friends began to "do good deeds" in great enthusiasm.
Several good brothers organized a group of people to force the "Emperor's Attendant" to a stop on the outskirts of Jianfeng City by harassing and ambushing them without direct confrontation.
If you are sick, you should rest properly. Traveling all night or trying to enter the city might endanger your own or others' lives.
At the same time, Bitao sent people to deliver messages to the nearby government offices, instructing them to report that they had encountered several thousand garrison troops from Changshan Prefecture taking a route through the mountains and forests towards the capital in the vicinity of Jianfeng City.
They suspected that the garrison of Changshan Prefecture had rebelled and was about to raise an army to march directly on the capital.
The number of people is fabricated, and the purpose is also exaggerated.
However, if they didn't say that, probably none of the officials who were already in cahoots would dare to step forward and interfere with the Changshan Prefecture garrison's dereliction of duty.
After all, Changshan Prefecture was the fiefdom of the First Prince, who had been the Prince of Ren for over twenty years.
Even now, he is still in the capital assisting in governing the country. To put it nicely, the emperor is deeply attached to his sons and cannot bear to part with them, so he has never sent him to his fiefdom.
To put it bluntly, the eldest prince didn't dare leave the capital.
Fearing that as soon as he left, his senile father would immediately "listen to slander" and appoint another prince as crown prince.
These brothers have been fighting for decades. On the surface, they call each other brothers, but in secret, they are already sworn enemies. No one but him would tolerate his survival if he were to take the throne.
Now, some refugees have reported that they saw the guards of Changshan Prefecture about to rebel. Isn't that the eldest prince finally unable to hold on any longer and is about to seize the throne?
Treason is a serious offense punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family, and the government dares not easily let it go.
The old emperor is still on the throne, and the princes are all getting old. Because the old emperor refuses to appoint a crown prince, they are all green with envy.
They stared intently at the dragon throne. Although they themselves could not climb it, they knew that if anyone else dared to covet it, they would surely attack them en masse.
Therefore, after receiving the news, the prefectures in all directions sent the message to the capital in batches as quickly as possible.
Upon receiving the news, the eldest prince flew into a rage and smashed everything he could in his bedroom.
"Fool!" The eldest prince was nearly fifty years old, and his temples were already gray.
He had sharp eyebrows and piercing eyes, with high cheekbones and brow bones.
When he was young, he looked incredibly dashing and could be described as exceptionally handsome and aloof.
However, as he aged, although his bone structure remained, his years of immersion in power and the struggle for power and profit made it difficult for him to sleep day and night, resulting in a thin physique and a perpetually worried expression.
Now, his once superior features only make him appear mean-spirited, cold-hearted, sinister, and cruel.
"Those stupid bastards!" They dared to act like they had a command just because they were given a chicken feather, and they actually dared to mobilize his Changshan Prefecture garrison!
If they were transferred, why didn't they disguise themselves, allowing themselves to be recognized so easily by the refugees?
The eldest prince has indeed amassed a considerable fortune through the Tsinghua Cult over the years, and using them to eliminate dissidents is all too easy for him.
All power and rule are inseparable from religion and faith.
The Second Prince, Prince Yi, has been hindering him in court and among the people for years by colluding with the old abbot of the Buddhist sect.
Taking advantage of the fact that the group of bald monks occupied the observatory, they manipulated the people's opinions, repeatedly praising him openly but criticizing him indirectly.
Even at the observatory, he was given a judgment that he acted tyrannically and was unworthy of his title.
His title was Ren!
So what if Buddhism has a long history? Once he finds evidence that those bald monks are lining their own pockets and doing unjust and immoral things, he might just replace them with another religion!
Prince Ren smashed almost everything in the room before summoning his men. Stepping over the shards of porcelain, he angrily shouted, "Investigate!"
The veins on his thin forehead bulged and throbbed: "I want to see who dares to accuse me of treason!"
"Focus on investigating the movements of Prince Danxi." The eldest prince has been entrenched in the capital for so many years; even if he hasn't ascended to the throne, he has already secretly transformed into a "dragon."
For so many years, no one has dared to put their face so close to his and frame him like this.
Prince Danxi escaped by sheer luck and returned to the capital. For a time, he was incredibly powerful and influential. Who knows, he might even become so bold that he wants to devour the heavens.
Little did Bitao know that her unintentional draft had triggered a "dragon overturning" in the imperial city, causing a massive flood among the "noble ladies."
While the various forces in the capital were reacting, the plague had already broken out in the ranks of Emperor Qinghua's attendants.
Bitao remained steadfast in the mountains, sending out men every day to catch those who tried to escape, force-feeding them a bowl of not-so-effective medicine, and then sending them back.
They euphemistically called it "saving lives".
After several days, not many people died, but the group was confined to one place. It was early March, and the weather was still chilly. They had not prepared anything for camping in the wild or enough food. Soon, a serious internal strife broke out due to the struggle for food and bedding.
At this point, who cares if the other party is some high-ranking cult follower?
Who cares if the other side is a tyrannical and domineering guard force from the prince's fiefdom?
Faced with life and death, the role of identity is stripped away. In order to grab a bite to eat, one by one, they went from being "dragons" in the sky to worms rolling on the ground.
The man's head was almost smashed into a dog's head.
At this point, Bitao estimated the time and sent someone to do another "good deed".
So they simply set up a shed next to the forest to distribute porridge and medicine.
At first, the group rushed forward to grab the porridge, but they were quickly swept aside by the person distributing the porridge with several large iron ladles.
They had all been sick for several days, and those who could get up now were considered to be in good physical condition, but they were still teetering on the brink of collapse due to hunger and cold.
However, the porridge sent by Bitao was very thick, and the medicine was genuinely effective.
At first, the group of people didn't dare to drink it, but then the fat manager suddenly appeared out of nowhere, recognized that the person distributing the porridge was Bitao's person, and was the first to pick up the medicine bowl and gulp it down.
He really didn't want to die! But if he stayed any longer, he would surely die!
After drinking it for a while, he showed no signs of being poisoned and even began to recover the next day. The others also started drinking the medicine.
Some people, who considered themselves clever, struck up conversations with the people distributing porridge and controlling their movement into the city, revealing their identities and promising numerous benefits.
Some people also wanted to find out who was behind this group of people who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, infected and defeated everyone, but did not take advantage of their weakness to kill them all, and what their purpose was.
Unfortunately, they couldn't get any information out of them, and no one was swayed by the promises or the money offered on the spot.
However, these self-righteous people seemed to have given them a warning, because soon a group of people rushed into their midst and looted all the valuables.
They were all infected with the disease in less than three days, and after drinking the antidote, they felt their symptoms had healed within two days.
The reason I felt weak was because the rice porridge had changed from thick to thin. Even a strong person would feel unsteady on their feet if they only drank thin porridge for a few days.
Besides, he had just recovered from a serious illness.
This group of people were like wild beasts that had been completely imprisoned and tamed. Apart from receiving porridge every day, few of them tried to break through the encirclement.
On the eighth day, there was no more porridge to eat in the early morning; the shed where porridge and medicine were cooked had been removed.
Not only was the iron pot gone, but even the burn marks on the ground had been cleaned up.
The group of people who had confined and surrounded them also disappeared without a trace.
At first, some people dared not go too far, fearing that it was another trap or conspiracy, and that they would be killed if they went too far.
Some of them even suspected that this was a perverse pleasure of some powerful figure, treating them like a group of beasts, imprisoning them in the mountains, watching them attack each other, and eventually having to be tamed.
But soon some of the bolder ones discovered that no one was actually stopping them, and their previous experiences of being confined to the mountains seemed like a dream.
But before they could assemble into a group and prepare to escape, they soon heard the sound of horses' hooves echoing through the mountains and forests.
The sound of countless hooves was like that of an army of thousands!
The group was quickly surrounded!
Upon receiving the news, the imperial city was caught in a stalemate and its response was not timely, but it eventually dispatched several armies.
They bypassed Dai Derong's fiefdom in Dayuan Prefecture and gathered into a force of several thousand.
They set up checkpoints in Jianfeng to intercept and capture the Changshan Prefecture garrison troops who were plotting rebellion!
However, after all these people arrived, they discovered that the reported information was incorrect; there were only a few hundred people, not thousands.
However, some of them were proud to be garrison soldiers in the Crown Prince's fiefdom. Although they didn't foolishly wear the uniforms of the Changshan Prefecture garrison soldiers, they still wore the Changshan Prefecture garrison soldiers' waist badges.
Hundreds of them deserted their posts and entrenched themselves in the mountains with unclear intentions. After they were taken down, these groups discovered a group of followers of the Tsinghua Divine Cult.
They also found many escaped soldiers and Tsinghua cult members in the nearby mountains and forests, and simply arrested and took them all away!
"Look, didn't we manage to kill a single person?"
Bitao didn't know whether she was speaking to the people around her or to the immortals who recorded their words, deeds, merits, and demerits.
Bitao's brother with tiger teeth, Duanyang, spoke up: "I know my little sister is kind-hearted, but these people deserve to die anyway, so why just put them in jail?"
"Among these cult members of Tsinghua University, there are some damned Tsinghua Emperor's attendants. They might just get out of jail by their bishop and continue to lord it over others!"
Bitao shook her head: "No, didn't you notice that the troops deployed were the garrison troops from several cities near Jianfeng City?"
"The prefect there may not be a single force. There is only one reason why multiple forces would join forces: they have a common goal."
"The bishop of the Tsinghua Catholic Church is in Changshan Prefecture, and the powerful figure behind them is none other than the Crown Prince."
These forces, united as one, are determined to take a piece of flesh from the eldest prince.
Cang Ling clapped her hands beside me, and I knew it: "The attendant of Emperor Qinghua brought a group of guards from Changshan Prefecture to Jianfeng City. He came to win over Prince Anrong, Dai Derong. We can find out the truth in one interrogation!"
"At that time, even if the eldest prince behind the Qinghua Divine Cult can clear himself of the matter of the Changshan Prefecture garrison's dereliction of duty, how will he explain to everyone that his people colluded with the Qinghua Divine Cult to try to collude with Prince Anrong?"
"The prince's collusion with a king of a different surname who governs a province has only one purpose throughout history—treason!"
"Hahahaha! This time, it will be very difficult for that eldest prince to clear his name of treason!"
"And even if someone wanted to protect these cultists, the First Prince would ensure they never returned, for the sake of his own reputation."
"This plan is brilliant! Little sister! With one move, you're going to uproot the cult completely!"
"If the Crown Prince sever ties with the Qinghua Divine Cult, what kind of trouble will the Qinghua Divine Cult pose?"
Bitao was patted on the shoulder by her brother Taiyin. Caught off guard, she lost her balance and fell straight down.
I almost fell on my bottom.
Fortunately, a kind older brother named Heyue behind me caught me by my armpits and lifted me up again.
He Yue said, "Taiyin, you need to tone down your strength! You'll break our sister's bones again!"
"Hahahaha!" Taiyin laughed heartily. "I forgot, I forgot. Now it's a crisp peach!"
When he was in the Heavenly Realm, he wasn't as high-ranking as Bitao, so taking pictures of Bitao like that would definitely be fine.
Usually, any attempt to make a move would be met with a shock, as Bitao would not allow him to touch her.
However, once one descends to the mortal realm and their immortal spirit is stripped away, their personal strength must be considered from multiple perspectives.
For example, if you diligently practice your skills, techniques, and hand seals in the celestial realm, you will still have your skills even after you descend to the mortal realm where there are no immortal spirits. It will be difficult for three to five ordinary people to get close to you.
Bitao is quite powerful, at least more powerful than some people in the lower realm who have practiced martial arts since childhood.
He was able to hold his own against those bodyguards when he took them on one-on-one.
But this Taiyin brother has the advantage of being born with good physical condition, and he looks just as strong as he did in the heavenly realm.
As the saying goes, strength can overcome skill, and sure enough, one punch knocked down the fragile peach, Bitao.
Bitao straightened up again, casually tidying her clothes, showing no anger towards her brothers, and still smiling.
They continued the conversation that the older brothers had just been having.
"According to those cultists, the Crown Prince's faction has deep roots in the court. This crisis, though minor, is not fatal to him."
It doesn't even qualify as losing an arm.
"The Tsinghua Divine Cult has risen to prominence over the years and has a deep-seated conflict of interest with the First Prince."
The group of cult members sent to prison this time may not get out, but the other branches, and even the headquarters in Changshan Prefecture, will not be greatly affected.
"Huh? Then haven't we wasted our time?"
Bitao smiled and said, "No, not really. Our plan this time was very successful."
What constitutes success?
Bitao laughed and said, "Let's go. They've been captured, but the gear they're using to seduce Prince Rong'an is still in the mountains."
"Let's pack up and get dressed. Get all the able-bodied men in the group together. We're going to meet that Prince Rong'an, Dai Derong."
The group followed behind Bitao, who was walking ahead with her hands behind her back, and gradually realized, "So that's what you were planning!"
"So, are we going to infiltrate the cult and dismantle it from within?"
"No wonder Immortal Supervisor Zhu Ming repeatedly instructed that if he encountered Bi Tao after descending to the mortal realm, he should listen to her completely!"
Bitao replied, "Hmm... let's take it one step at a time. First, let's ask the king of a different surname for some money. We've been spending too much gold bars lately."
The population is growing.
In the past few days, we have received more refugees, bringing the total number to over three hundred.
We have to find a place to settle them; it's not a long-term solution to keep them like this, especially since many people have families to support.
Bitao had just helped this unfamiliar king, who was not of the same surname, escape a treasonous crisis.
If he knows what's good for him, and he's a good person.
If he pleases Bitao and agrees to her conditions, Bitao can help him avoid countless troubles.
Now that chaos is raging and power struggles are taking place in the capital, even if a king of a different surname who controls a province wants to stay out of it, it's probably impossible to remain calm.
In fact, Bitao didn't understand why the emperor would bestow titles upon kings of different surnames in the four directions. Wasn't this like putting four wheels on his throne?
However, she currently knows very little about the various factions within the capital city and needs some time to gain a more thorough understanding.
To truly eradicate cults, we must first cut down the big tree behind them.
Moreover, those cultists who started as barefoot doctors and bandits all know to find a powerful backer or a strong tree to lean on. Bitao also needs to find a safe haven for her people in this turbulent world.
Moreover, ever since Bitao was "pushed" into taking this step, intending to secure a place in the heavens, she naturally never forgot to acquire faith power.
However, even if you take the fastest route to join the army and fight on the battlefield, it still takes time to accumulate military merits.
Bitao did consider becoming a female general and wreaking havoc back to the Heavenly Realm.
But whether in Qingliao Kingdom or other countries, female generals who can rise to the top are already rare.
For an ordinary person to rise from the bottom to become a veteran general in the army, leading an army of more than 100,000 people to guard a region, it would take at least ten or eight years.
Even if you are capable, you are too young, and the emperor would not entrust such a large number of troops to you.
If Bitao could see Yin Han Gu right now, she would definitely not feel any envy for the current faith power of Yun Chuan Zhen Xian, who is ranked first.
Because for at least five years, unless the country is destroyed, the family is ruined, and the land is shattered, a general as young as eighteen will never be able to rise any higher.
With so many celestial positions descending from the heavens to the mortal realm, every country must be scrambling to get into military service.
This century will usher in a golden age of extraordinary talents and fierce competition among heroes.
That path was too slow, so Bitao ruled out joining the army, just as she had rejected the channels of faith that Mingguang had listed for her.
However, for now, they need to ensure that their location is peaceful enough before considering anything else.
Moreover, since Bitao is born as a human, she needs to be well-fed and clothed!
Eat and drink well!
Even pig's trotters should be big!
Of course, but what if this king of a different surname, who was fortunate enough to be 'chosen' by Bitao, is ungrateful, or is also an incorrigible villain...?
Bitao also had other ways to resettle the displaced people.
Once they were fully equipped, they selected a group of "elite soldiers" from the refugees.
Bitao rode in the same luxurious carriage that the Qinghua Emperor's attendant had previously ridden in, leading this group into the heart of Dayuan Prefecture, to Fengling City.
The carriage was very spacious, but Bitao was very cramped.
Because there was a statue of the Tsinghua Emperor next to her.
Bitao had never seen such a deity statue before. Although she had no memory of it, based on all the celestial beings she had encountered since leaving home...
No celestial beings in the heavens look like this!
Bitao was squeezed so tightly by the ridiculously fat and outrageously ugly statue that she could hardly breathe.
However, in order to disguise themselves as followers of the Tsinghua Cult and seduce the king of a different surname, they still needed to use this thing. After all, they still needed to take advantage of the current prestige of the Tsinghua Cult so that they could have an equal dialogue with this king of a different surname and make various demands.
Otherwise, the peach blossoms would have been smashed long ago.
But after being squeezed for several days, and seeing that we were almost at Wind Chime City, I couldn't help but open the carriage window, point at this ugly thing, and ask the brothers riding horses alongside the carriage.
"There couldn't possibly be such an ugly thing in the heavens, right?"
"No," came the seventh brother, Mu Dong.
Bitao had a deep impression of him because he was the most taciturn of the brothers.
Moreover, he has a handsome yet aloof appearance, somewhat similar to Mingguang.
Bitao thought he was the best-looking among her brothers.
Mu Dong said, "The Taiqing Realm governs the Three Realms: the Human Realm, the Heavenly Realm, and the Underworld."
"To demonstrate the majesty of the celestial realm, the appearances of all immortals must not be incomplete or strange, and their appearances are not required to be uniform, but they must not wear strange clothes."
As winter deepened, he rode his horse and glanced once more at the statue of the deity on the Tsinghua campus through the carriage window.
He slowly uttered the words from his thin lips: "Being fat is also a kind of imperfection."
Bitao felt relieved and lowered the carriage curtain.
But she asked about ugliness, not fatness.
She couldn't even resist reaching out and touching her belly.
She seems to have gained weight recently, she's been eating a lot. She needs to control it, she needs to control it.
What if I pass away because my weight gets stuck?
In fact, Bitao simply forgot that as a celestial being, she could move mountains and overturn seas and turn clouds and rain in the blink of an eye, so changing her appearance was naturally an easy task as well.
Such requirements are not harsh at all for immortals.
Upon arriving in Wind Chime City, Bitao experienced the city's bustling prosperity even before getting out of the carriage.
There are three main streets lined with shops, one after another, bustling with people and horses.
The streets were made of blue bricks and tiles, and were interconnected. The sounds of vendors hawking their wares, people talking, and the aromas of all kinds of food swirled into the carriages.
It gives the peach blossoms a sense of joy and relaxation, as if stepping into the bustling world of human life.
In comparison, Chongchuan City can only be considered a county town.
After undergoing a search at the city gate, they entered the city and found a high-class inn to settle down.
Afterwards, Bitao ordered someone to buy the Four Treasures of the Study and wrote a formal and respectful visiting card for this prince of a different surname, Rong'an.
She also sent her most respectable brother, Mu Dong, to the Rong'an Prince's residence.
Then they waited for Prince Rong'an to receive them.
However, Bitao was unaware that as soon as they entered the city, the guards who were checking them had already gone into the palace to report the situation.
Prince Rong'an knew this group of people would come.
But when he received the formal visiting card, the handwriting was flowing and graceful, which surprised him somewhat.
Because of all the information he received, the followers of the Tsinghua Cult were extremely rude and uncouth.
They often use celestial maidens and deities as a means of winning people over, which is crude and vulgar.
Prince Rong'an folded up the visiting card, threw it on the table, and sneered.
Before the laughter had even subsided, half a head peeked into the study.
Soon, half of her head became a whole head, revealing a pointed chin, big eyes, cherry-like lips, and red lips and white teeth.
A lovely little beauty.
"Father! I heard from the city gate that the cult members from Tsinghua University have arrived!"
Unfortunately, when the little beauty opened her mouth, it sounded like a hoarse crow that had been howling all night.
Prince Rong'an wore a crimson royal robe with dragon patterns coiled around his shoulders and arms. Although he was over fifty years old, he was as vigorous and energetic as ever.
He had a full beard, a high nose, deep-set eyes, and a piercing gaze.
He was initially filled with disdain and anger at the Tsinghua cult's intentions, but when he looked up and saw the head peeking out from the doorway, his imposing demeanor vanished instantly.
It was as if a tiger had withdrawn its claws, or a wild beast had pulled out its teeth.
"My dear daughter! Didn't you run off to the villa early this morning? When did you get back? Come here quickly!"
The little beauty came running over, placed her hands on Rong Anwang's desk, and lightly jumped to sit on it.
She was incredibly audacious, sitting cross-legged in front of her father, tilting her head and shaking her leg, showing absolutely no decorum befitting a princess.
He said, "I knew they would try to win over Father. This time, I'll go! I'll teach these lewd and wicked bastards a lesson!"
Prince Rong'an was practically being taken advantage of, but he still managed to put on a kind smile that was completely out of character for his appearance and status.
Sitting there, looking up at his beloved daughter, he said, "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you want. Didn't you say you were going fishing at the villa? Did you catch anything?"
"Have someone burn it tonight, and call your mother over so we can eat together."
"Didn't catch anything, hahaha! But I bought some sweet osmanthus duck on the street, should I call Mom over to eat with me?"
“Good, good, good…” Prince Rong’an said repeatedly.
Prince Rong'an, Dai Derong, once fought alongside the old emperor on the battlefield and made great contributions. He had three sons and one daughter, all of whom died in battle.
After being granted the title of prince, he had only this one precious little daughter, whom he had requested from the capital to be granted the title of Princess Mingzhu.
He usually spoiled this princess so much that he wished he could give her wings and let her fly to the heavens.
She said she wanted to meet with those cult members on her behalf, so Prince Rong'an let her "do whatever she wanted."
Prince Rong'an left this group to their own devices for several days to see how they would behave.
Bitao, who spent her days at the inn eating and strolling outside to watch plays and listen to storytelling, wasn't in a hurry at all.
However, the older brothers and the other refugees were more anxious.
"Please calm down, everyone. Brothers, please also reassure your men."
"After all, he is a prince, so it's normal to give him a warning."
Bitao's estimated time is about right.
Sure enough, that very evening, Prince Rong'an sent a carriage to the inn to pick up Bitao, the "attendant of the Great Emperor of the Qinghua Divine Cult," and bring her to the palace.
And he only allowed Bitao to bring two people with her.
The older brothers were worried, but Bitao remained very calm.
"Brothers, don't worry. Do you think I'm someone who can't fight back and can only be slaughtered? This time, Brother Cangling and Brother Taiyin will come with me, okay?"
The carriage arrived at the Prince's Mansion without incident, and Bitao and her two brothers were taken to a waterside pavilion.
It was now completely dark.
Bitao, dressed in a Tsinghua Taoist robe, stood by the water, gazing at the swaying water lanterns floating on the river, in a rather pleasant mood.
Although Taiyuan Prefecture is not as spring-like as the south and has few cities, it spans two rivers and has convenient water conservancy.
Upon entering the Rong'an Prince's Mansion, one finds pavilions, terraces, carved railings, and jade steps everywhere, clearly indicating the man's wealth.
It's good to be rich.
The peaches were left to dry in the waterside pavilion for a full hour.
The faces of her two brothers who were guarding her were gradually contorted; this Prince Rong'an was far too arrogant.
Was the purpose of bringing them into the Prince's Palace to deliberately humiliate them?
Bitao's expression didn't seem to change much. She simply took in the scenery of the artificial mountains and strange rocks and the winding streams in the palace. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that this Prince Rong'an had good taste.
Having good taste is good too.
Seeing that her two older brothers had already changed positions several times in a hurry, she realized that if they waited any longer, they might take Bitao and break out.
Finally, someone arrived.
But when the two elder brothers looked from afar, they realized that the person who came was not Prince Rong'an at all.
—But a woman dressed in fiery red, adorned with jewels, who walked with a rather unrestrained and unconventional air…?
Bitao stomped her numb feet, then slowly turned her head and smiled.
She went over her prepared words again, and when she saw the red-clad figure in the distance, she didn't feel offended or slighted.
Bitao hasn't been wandering around the streets aimlessly these past few days; she's also gathered a lot of information about the situation inside Rong'an Prince's Mansion.
I've already guessed who this beautiful figure is—it must be Princess Mingzhu, the apple of Prince Rong'an's eye.
It is said that Princess Mingzhu was fiery and reckless, and Bitao kept her smile just right.
Even if I get humiliated later, I'm determined not to show any displeasure.
She always found a way to get Prince Rong'an to come out and see her in person soon.
However, just as the figure approached and Bitao was about to step forward to greet him, Princess Mingzhu suddenly let out a pig-like scream.
"Aa ...
"Aaaaaaahh ...
"Peach Blossom—"
Then Bitao only felt something flash by in her peripheral vision, and the next moment, she was tightly hugged.
Immediately afterwards, his forehead, eyes, eyebrows, face, nose, and chin were all kissed with loud "mwah mwah mwah mwah" sounds!
The two brothers had already made a move when the woman in the red dress rushed over, but their swords got stuck halfway out of their hands.
The two people had incredibly strange expressions, as if they were frozen in place.
Bitao had anticipated thousands of forms and countless scenarios, but she hadn't foreseen this particular situation.
Could it be that the only surviving daughter of Prince Rong'an is insane?!
Bitao was stunned by the kiss and slumped onto the railing.
But soon she reached out and grabbed Princess Mingzhu by the neck.
I didn't use any force, I just pushed her a little further away.
Because it was truly unbearable, the princess went mad, and at one point even kissed Bitao on the lips.
"Bitao! Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh~" Immediately afterwards, a twisted and inexplicable sound, like a door hinge falling and scraping against a door frame, came from the princess's throat.
"I've finally found you, hiccup!"
Very well, it's turned into a donkey's bray again.
Bitao's expression was utterly miserable.
Because Princess Mingzhu's voice was truly... hoarse, grating, and unpleasant to listen to. ①
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