In the western part of Fengjing, there is an ordinary three-courtyard house.
The guard, Gui Qi, hurried through several moon gates, his face so solemn it seemed as if water could drip from it.
He went straight to the master's study, and without even announcing his presence, pushed open the door and entered.
"Master, the situation has changed, something terrible has happened."
As he spoke, he carefully took out an object from his bosom—a tortoise shell with a deep color and an ancient luster.
On the tortoise shell, natural patterns intertwine with tiny runes engraved later, forming a series of mysterious and enigmatic designs.
It subtly exudes some indescribable energy fluctuations, making it clear at a glance that it is a sacred divination object with a long history.
This was not the kind of item Yan Wujiu possessed, but rather originated from a powerful ancestor of the Tianyan Sect who had long since passed away.
Although it did not reach the level of a sect's inherited sacred artifact, before his lifespan was exhausted, that senior poured all his cultivation and understanding of the Heavenly Dao into it, making its power far exceed that of ordinary magical artifacts.
At this moment, a fine crack suddenly appeared on this usually sturdy tortoise shell, something that had never happened before.
Sitting upright in the rosewood armchair, Li Dajing's gaze fell on the crack, and his eyes instantly darkened.
He remained silent for a few moments, his fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on the smooth handrail.
Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice revealing little emotion:
"Okay, go pack your things, it's time for us to head back."
"Yes! I'll take care of it immediately!"
Gui Qi dared not ask any further questions, bowed and accepted the order, and quickly withdrew to arrange the itinerary.
Li Dajing sat alone in the study for a long time before slowly standing up and walking heavily to the courtyard.
He raised his head and looked up at the autumn morning sky over Fengjing.
The sky was high and the clouds were light, with a few wisps of thin clouds like silk or cotton. The sunlight had lost its summer intensity and become gentle and bright.
The raindrops fell on the yellowing and withering grass and trees in the courtyard, adding to the desolate atmosphere.
Yan Wujiu can be considered a genius, with a deep mind and a long-term plan.
They thought they could stir up a storm and create a great upheaval, but in the end, they failed.
And all of this stemmed from that variable—the sixth princess, Qin Zhaoyue.
Li Dajing has received confirmation that Qin Minghuang appeared at the morning court session today, looking energetic and vigorous, showing no signs of illness whatsoever.
The three sacred artifacts of the Tianyan Sect are not something that every successor can make recognize as their master. It is a rare and magnificent occasion that they can all gather together.
But the most crucial celestial plate, which carries great fortune, actually recognized the Sixth Princess as its master!
Heh... A bitter smile appeared on Li Dajing's lips.
A meticulously planned game of chess, which had been in the works for many years and was about to come to an end, was completely disrupted and ruined in an instant by this unexpected variable.
"Qin Minghuang, oh Qin Minghuang... your luck is truly..."
He muttered to himself, the last part turning into an almost inaudible sigh, complex and difficult to express.
She was truly destined to survive, managing to carve out a path to life even in the most desperate circumstances.
Having survived this ordeal, things have finally turned around. Could it be that from now on, everything will be smooth sailing?
That sigh contained too many indescribable emotions.
Was it the disappointment of years of planning falling apart at the last hurdle? Was it the bewilderment at the sudden change in the road ahead? Or perhaps... there was also a sense of relief that even he couldn't quite explain?
Li Dajing composed himself and strode toward the study in the main hall on the other side of the mansion.
Even before you get close, you can hear the rhythmic lecturing coming from inside.
That was the tutor he had hired for his son at great expense, who was explaining the classics and strategies.
Li Dajing entered without announcing his arrival, interrupting the indoor teaching session.
"Let's stop for a moment," he said, his gaze passing over the somewhat bewildered teacher and landing on his son, who was sitting behind his desk with a worried expression as he looked at his writings. "I'm leaving Fengjing."
Li Xuan was clearly stunned, and subconsciously muttered:
"Coming in a hurry, leaving in a hurry... Let them go."
Seeing this, the teacher tactfully cupped his hands in greeting and silently withdrew from the study.
Li Xuan stretched his back, which was stiff from sitting for a long time. Even though he was surprised by the sudden news, he did not show much emotion on his face.
He was never close to his biological father; they had only met a handful of times in his life.
The past month or so they've spent together has been the longest time they've ever had together.
"The matter of the imperial merchant qualification has been basically settled. I have left capable people to handle the follow-up matters. They will stay at your residence."
If you need anything or encounter any difficulties, you can directly ask them for help.
Li Dajing explained in a calm tone.
Li Xuan responded, his gaze fixed on the pages of the book, appearing somewhat absent-minded.
An awkward silence suddenly fell over the study. A father and son, who were related by blood but were like strangers, stood facing each other without saying a word.
After a long while, Li Dajing broke the silence, his tone softening:
"I know what your purpose is in coming to the capital this time."
I've heard a bit about the Sixth Princess, your savior.
He paused, looking at his son's back which stiffened instantly, and continued...
"As your father, I support you. How far you can go depends entirely on your own abilities and destiny."
If your wish truly comes true, your father will prepare a generous dowry for you.
"What dowry!"
Li Xuan's face flushed bright red instantly, like the ripe fruit on the old persimmon tree in the courtyard.
It must be Uncle Gong's big mouth, he tells everyone everything! He felt both ashamed and angry.
However, when I think about reality and recall the "bold words" I uttered when I was young and naive, they seem so ridiculous now.
Want to marry a princess as his principal wife? It would be extremely difficult to even enter the princess's palace as a concubine.
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