Chapter 144 Chapter 144 "This Palace must clearly know your...
Jiu Zhao sat in front of the mirror all night.
However, until dawn, the red in her eyes still did not fade.
The current situation is urgent, especially the military situation, which can change in a thousand ways at any moment.
As the helmsman of Sanqingtian, it is impossible for her to refuse to attend the meeting because of a few abnormalities in her body.
In desperation, Jiu Zhao had to imitate what she had done with Wu Zhu - she found a translucent white silk and cut it into a long strip to cover her eyes. Following the changes in light and shadow, she could barely make out the outlines of things that were close at hand. As for things that were farther away, she relied on her immortal consciousness to "see things" so as not to be noticed by others.
To the outside world, they only announced that the God Emperor's condition had not shown any improvement.
Her Highness the Goddess was worried day and night, and coupled with grief and excessive fatigue, her eyes were somewhat hurt and she was afraid of the light.
The entire Sanqingtian saw Jiuzhao’s hard work.
For a while, no one said anything.
Jiu Zhao was troubled by the bright red in her pupils that could not be hidden no matter what, and the traitor that had not been caught made her even more anxious.
She tried many methods, such as asking the two God Kings to join forces to strengthen the divine barrier around the Ziwei Palace; for example, changing the palace and moving the collective meeting place to Lihentian; for example, giving different orders to each minister for the same matter to see which order would be transmitted to the Burning Sea.
But the traitor is like a worm in her stomach, and the enemy's strategy is still precisely adjusted according to her true inner thoughts.
The successive defeats in the wars made the atmosphere in Sanqingtian increasingly depressed.
Finally, Jiu Zhao turned his gaze to himself, examining whether the problem originated from himself.
She thought about it over and over again, and what she was most worried about was that Lan Qi had used the nightmare technique to pull her into a dream.
While her immortal consciousness was residing in his memory, he made some changes in her sea of consciousness so that he could read her memory at any time.
For this purpose, she made a special trip to find the Southern God King and used her divine power to examine his brain inside and out.
The result is still no different.
Jiu Zhao was gloomy all day long.
Until he lowered his gaze, with some hesitation, and looked at the Changle destiny plate on his chest that he had worn since childhood.
The Mother Goddess is the female ruler of the Phoenix Clan, and her strength is among the best in the Three Pure Heavens.
The life plate was carved from the divine power she left behind. If one wants to modify the restrictions or add or subtract other means, logically speaking, only Jiu Zhao, her blood-related daughter, can do it - but speaking of blood ties, isn't Wu Shao, the Mother Goddess's brother, no different?
He took over Lan Qi's body, and Lan Qi's body was filled with his phoenix blood.
It has the same origin as the divine power on the Changle destiny card.
Jiu Zhao has always cherished the relics of the Mother Goddess. However, in order to make it easier for Xing Yao to check Zhu Yan's condition at any time, she temporarily left the life tablet in the Divine Doctor's Office.
Even though the nine-tailed fox clan behind Zhu Yan had already secretly colluded with the Burning Sea, Xing Yao's immortal power was not low and he was only half a step away from becoming a god.
Transferring or changing the fate card will definitely attract her attention.
unless--
…
A few days later.
After hearing about the failure of the immortal army again, Jiu Zhao lowered his face and pinched his brows tiredly.
Covered by white silk, she couldn't see the expressions of the ministers.
However, he was able to accurately capture the lingering melancholy atmosphere in the Ziwei Palace.
She was silent for a few moments, then immediately issued an order: "This is not a solution. We must recall Fuxu and get his report on the specific situation."
As soon as the words were spoken, the ministers looked at each other in confusion.
"Your Highness, absolutely not!"
Someone immediately raised an objection at the steps below, "According to the current situation, if the Supreme God Fuxu rashly returns to the court, I'm afraid it will give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage."
"Then what do you do?"
Jiu Zhao angrily responded, "There's been no progress in catching the traitor, so there's nothing else to do. Are we just going to watch Sanqingtian suffer a crushing defeat?"
"this--"
The man moved his lips but was unable to speak for a moment.
Just as he was about to persuade her again, Jiu Zhao stood up and said in a resounding voice, "I have made up my mind. No need to say more."
However, three days passed.
The moon is at its zenith and the night watchmen are silent.
On the night when Fuxu was supposed to return, Immortal Lord Duyin did not greet him.
Instead, fighting broke out again on the border.
The 30,000 demons in the Burning Sea, led by the Phoenix leader Wujiu, launched a surprise attack at night, attempting to attack another realm.
The army took advantage of the cover of night and arrived at the city, but was caught off guard by the immortals who had prepared in advance.
Fuxu led his troops to pursue the victory, and fought for a day and a night, seriously injuring General Wujiu, and killing a demon elder and two city lords.
This was the first time that Sanqingtian had won a victory after days of confrontation.
The Burning Sea was severely damaged in this battle and was forced to stop fighting for a long time.
On the second night of the celebration, Fuxu did not appear at the celebration banquet.
He returned to the Pimeng Palace silently.
Fuxu lived a simple life. There were no palace maids or servants in the entire palace. All the servants were his close soldiers.
When he went to fight, the soldiers naturally followed him with swords.
At this moment, the hall was empty, with only two flickering candles remaining, which further highlighted the solemn and lonely atmosphere that was similar to that of the palace owner.
Jiu Zhao wore casual clothes without any ornaments, sat in the main seat in the main hall, and met him in silence.
They met each other without saying a word, and Jiu Zhao no longer had the straight back and shoulders, the majestic demeanor of a goddess without anger that she had during the day.
She supported her chin with one hand and picked up the silver scissors with the other hand, cutting off the candle wick that had been burning for too long and had split.
"You're back?"
Jiu Zhao's casual words reminded Fu Xu of an afternoon when they had not yet broken their contract.
He returned after handling military affairs, and she was leaning over the long desk, holding a book in her hands, and accidentally fell asleep.
I was awakened by the sound of him pushing open the temple door.
The slender white fingertips crushed the redness at the end of the upturned eyes.
She had long black hair and wore no jewelry.
I saw him walking into the bedroom against the light, and he said the same thing.
——Are you back?
Just like the most ordinary couple in Yun's life.
“Please sit down. This interview needs to be confidential, so it’s just you and me.
"There is no maid to serve tea, I hope the Lord Fuxu will not mind."
The second polite remark that Jiu Zhao uttered brought Fuxu back to the cold reality.
The hazy dream shattered before my eyes, and time faded and weathered in an instant.
Fuxu focused her gaze, and the first thing she saw was a pure white that obscured her lively eyes.
Many concerns welled up in my heart and lingered on my lips.
But he said nothing.
He simply knelt solemnly on both knees, clasped his arms and kowtowed, saying respectfully, "Your humble servant Fuxu pays homage to Her Majesty the Divine Princess."
Jiuzhao was stunned for a moment.
The status of the Supreme God is highly respected. According to etiquette, one only needs to kneel down to worship the God Emperor, not the Crown Prince.
yes.
The Father is in a coma.
Although she is called the crown prince, she actually exercises the power that belongs to the God Emperor.
Even though the contract was broken and their relationship returned to being like strangers, he still used such details to quietly remind her not to forget the responsibilities on her shoulders.
Jiu Zhao once again felt a subtle, powerless pain in silence.
She quickly adjusted her dejected expression, unable to vent to anyone, and raised her hand to signal Fuxu to excuse herself from the formalities. "It's my fault. The Supreme God orchestrated the battle and worked so hard to win it, yet he couldn't even attend the celebration banquet. Instead, he was urgently summoned back to Sanqing Heaven late at night to discuss important matters with me."
Fuxu walked a few steps to the side, sat down at the head of the main seat, and lowered his eyes quietly:
"I have failed in many previous commanding battles, yet Your Highness has never blamed me. This time, I am merely trying to make amends after the loss. I truly do not deserve Your Highness's praise."
Jiu Zhao didn't want to delay his rest time, so he got straight to the point: "So, after this battle, have you figured out the enemy's details?"
The young man said, "If Your Highness trusts me, I believe that the Burning Sea's recent attacks were, on the one hand, an eagerness to seize the Northern Territory and completely drive out the immortal army, and on the other hand, a test of the Three Pure Heavens' strength. Having tasted the bitterness of failure, they have also realized that even if Wu Shao were to resurrect, the Burning Sea would struggle to annex the Northern Territory. They don't have the strength or the confidence to continue their attacks and directly attack the Purple Palace."
"Then do you think that after this battle, Burning Sea will not gather troops again and try to break through the border?"
"Yes, at least not in the short term."
Fuxu nodded slightly, confirming Jiuzhao's conclusion, and bowed again, saying, "Also, despite the repeated setbacks we've suffered in the northern lands, fortunately, our most elite troops still maintain their maximum combat effectiveness. Whether we should launch a counterattack remains to be determined, Your Majesty."
Putting the silver scissors aside, Jiu Zhao rubbed his chin with his fingertips and fell into deep thought.
After a moment, she said decisively, "Hold your troops still for now. I've already guessed who the traitor is within Sanqing Heaven, and I intend to use that person to teach Wu Shao and Fen Ye Hai a lesson. However, we're still one step short—our army needs some time to rest and recuperate, and my plan also needs to prevent the traitor from taking desperate actions."
"yes."
Whether attacking or defending, Fuxu had already thought of the follow-up plan in his head.
He had no objection to Jiu Zhao's decision, and was even tactful enough not to ask who the traitor was.
Putting aside the relationship of their former partners, from the perspective of monarch and subject alone, Jiu Zhao suddenly understood why he was completely relied upon by the Father God.
The step of the king consulting his ministers is completed.
Jiu Zhao thought again that it was because he was ambushed and injured during the confrontation with Lan Qi that the Father God led the army in person.
Not long after he returned and rested, he was sent out again by himself.
When faced with a loyal minister who has devoted his life to the country, it is necessary to care about his health both for public and private reasons.
Whether the other party is unkind is one point, and whether you continue to express your position is another.
So, she softened her tone, no longer as serious as before: "Have you recovered from your last injury? Don't try to fool me with the excuse that 'it's just a minor injury, Your Highness, why should you worry about it' - you are an important official of the state, and your health and well-being are closely linked to so many things. I must be fully aware of your internal and external condition!"
The discomfort on Fuxu's face disappeared in an instant.
Jiu Zhao's eyes were covered with white silk, so she should not have noticed the changes in his expression.
However, Fuxu took too long to organize his words, and when he finally answered her, he was too concise: "I am fine, Your Highness, please rest assured."
“…”
The inner demon continues to grow and expand.
Jiu Zhao's patience, which was already limited, was even less than before.
Anyone who is not a fool can hear the evasion in the other person's words.
Without a word, she teleported to Fuxu's side, bent down and leaned forward.
Considering that their bond had been severed and their former closeness was no longer there, releasing his immortal power to probe deeper into Fuxu's meridians would most likely be rejected by divine power. Jiu Zhao simply chose the simplest and most brutal method, stripping off the young man's armor and then, with a few stabs, unbuttoning his undershirt.
"Your Highness, you—"
Even the calm and steady God Fuxu would rarely get tongue-tied.
He stretched out his hand to try to stop Jiu Zhao, but he retreated like a defeated soldier and was completely stripped naked.
Observing closely, Jiu Zhao's eyes could see the outline clearly.
The strong muscles contract and rise and fall due to the unstable mood.
His chest was full and his collarbones were prominent, but there was nothing unusual about the part above his elbows.
Jiu Zhao forcefully separated Fu Xu's obstructing hands and pressed them on both sides of the seat, his gaze continuing to wander downwards.
really.
Gathering strength, the waist and abdomen with graceful lines like mountain valleys were tightly wrapped with several circles of white cloth.
Near the bottom of the ribs, there was a faint trace of bright red that even the white silk could not cover.
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