Chapter 152 Chapter 152 "Secrets of the Past."
When it came to uncovering the traitor, Jiu Zhao handled it accurately and decisively.
This time, Meng Chu and Princess Beishen were released. Although some ministers raised objections, they soon obeyed Jiuzhao's decision.
The North fell and the God-King defected.
Meng Chu's mother Lie Qing's identity as the Divine Princess is in name only.
Jiu Zhao issued an edict, stripping the title of Princess Lieqingshen and ruling over the remaining Black Fox Clan in the name of tribal leader. The ban on imprisoning the remaining people of the northern border in the residence of the Second Qingtianshen King was lifted, and Meng Chu, who had never returned from the Heavenly Prison, was able to go back and live with his mother and clansmen.
On the other hand, on the night Xingyao committed suicide, Fuxu secretly returned to the northern border.
In order to avoid any subsequent mistakes that might arouse speculation, he simply told others that he needed to stay in seclusion for a few days to recuperate.
After they were busy for a while, Jiu Zhao finally received the immortal message from him.
It mentioned the item I mentioned last time, which could temporarily conceal my demonic features. I already had some idea. However, it would take seven days to refine. I figured that after seven days, His Highness's eyes would return to pitch black, and I could then safely remove the white silk.
Things are moving in a good direction, and Jiu Zhao feels much more at ease.
Having experience in curing Zhu Yan's weakness, she specially chose a day off and not attending meetings to use the Nirvana Phoenix Fire to treat Meng Chu.
I don’t know if Meng Chu is not that important to her, or if the disability of his arms is not as serious as his congenital weakness.
Jiu Zhao felt much more relaxed during this treatment, and no longer had the strenuous experience of feeling physically drained as before.
The red, fiery flame enveloped the young man's meditating arms.
The air also began to heat up.
When ordinary medical immortals treat the wounded and sick, the immortal power they exert is often cool and moist, making people feel very comfortable.
But Jiu Zhao is different, her power is overbearing and scorching.
Meng Chu felt as if she had turned into a lump of unconscious iron, softened by the high temperature, and flattened and rounded by Jiu Zhao's immortal power. She didn't understand what gentleness was, and she roughly struck the veins in his arm that were withered due to fractures, forcing them apart and then connecting them together like wedges of wood.
"It hurts, it really hurts, Your Highness... Please be gentler."
The young man, who had sworn to cry once for his father's abandonment and never shed tears again for the rest of his life, begged for mercy while tears welled up in his eyes.
This pain has nothing to do with mood.
It was vacated abruptly.
Jiu Zhao's cold response made him feel even more pain: "Bear with it, this is just the beginning."
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Three full hours.
Meng Chu was tortured to the point of tears streaming down his face.
After Jiu Zhao withdrew his magical power, he casually told him that he had succeeded.
He fell backward and collapsed on the mat, like a lump of mud washed away by rain.
"Try it, summon your natal immortal weapon."
Jiu Zhao doesn't have that much patience when dealing with people he fundamentally dislikes.
She stood up and kicked Meng Chu, who was almost unconscious with his eyes closed, again. The only difference from before was that she used a little less force.
After taking a few breaths, the high fever that had not been dissipated was still rampant in the body.
Meng Chu hummed twice, opened his eyes with amazing willpower, then formed seals with his hands and silently summoned his weapon.
Previously, his arm was disabled. Lie Qing tried every possible means and used many connections to help him recover to the point where he could barely use the basic magic.
For example, cleaning skills, moving objects, flying skills, etc.
It is simply impossible to summon your natal weapon and go to the battlefield to fight the enemy.
It had been a long time since Meng Chu had been full of strength. When he was able to condense his weapon again, his hands were shaking like a child learning to walk for the first time.
The long sword glowed with golden light.
The scattered spirits illuminated the quiet room where the two of them could be alone.
Meng Chu rolled over and sat up, holding the hilt of the sword upside down, and excitedly performed a set of sword techniques on the spot.
Jiu Zhao stepped back a few steps, giving him a place to vent his emotions and energy.
Through the display of swordsmanship, she discovered that Meng Chu was not as mediocre as she had imagined.
At least he has a good foundation. From his stable lower body and flexible and changeable body movements, you can tell that he has put in a lot of effort.
Her impression of Meng Chu changed slightly.
After digesting the joy of regaining what he had lost, Meng Chu put away his sword and knelt down in front of Jiu Zhao's shoes again.
If we don't see the conversation in the prison, kneeling down and swearing allegiance is just a helpless act.
Only after Jiu Zhao kept his promise and healed his arm did the young man's face show true submission.
He bowed solemnly and thanked him, saying, "Your Highness, I, Meng Chu, have no way to repay your kindness. I am willing to swear a blood oath to follow Your Highness for the rest of my life."
Declaring loyalty with your mouth always seems less sincere.
What's more, Jiu Zhao had a huge feud with him and was the future God Emperor.
Meng Chu really couldn't think of any better way to make her put aside the past and reuse him and his mother's family, except to swear with his life.
After the blood oath of absolute loyalty took effect, it also added some credibility to the secret he was about to tell.
This is what Meng Chu thought and put into action.
Unexpectedly, Jiu Zhao did not act according to common sense.
Without thinking, she waved her hand and said, "No need."
Now that the treatment was over, there was no need for the two of them to be alone in the room. Jiu Zhao turned and headed for the door, continuing, "There are still hundreds of your clansmen in the Divine King's Residence. If I want to completely reassure them, do I have to ask them to come one by one and swear an oath to me? That would be too much of a hassle."
There is a precedent where Xingyao was willing to sacrifice her life to tell the truth.
The blood oath, which symbolizes absolute reliability, is not enough for her to fully trust.
Not wanting Meng Chu to keep talking in his ear, Jiu Zhao paused and simply said, "Also, I am only in charge of the affairs of the Three Pure Heavens while Father God is in a coma. When he wakes up, everything will be handed back. You swore to follow me, but what will it mean to others?"
"They will definitely think that I have rebellious intentions, not wanting the Father to wake up and take his place.
"Although I am the crown prince, the word 'crown' comes first, so I am only a subject."
Shen Ji, who is naturally arrogant and undisciplined, uttered such words about "sticking to one's duty".
The disparity between the two sides was so great that Meng Chu fell into silence.
But the God Emperor is the God Emperor, and Jiu Zhao is Jiu Zhao.
Meng Chu learned from his mother about the God Emperor's ruthless and murderous nature - if he wakes up, the fate of the Black Fox clan will be unpredictable.
Only by holding on tightly to the big tree of Jiuzhao can they have the opportunity to rise again and soar to the top.
After wavering for a few moments, Meng Chu gritted his teeth and strengthened his mind.
Seeing Jiu Zhao with both hands on the door, about to push it open and leave, he immediately said hesitantly, "These past few days, I have been discussing with my mother. I wanted to draw a detailed map of the northern border's military distribution to present to Your Highness, but unexpectedly, I heard from my mother some of her past experiences when she lived in the Burning Sea.
"Your Highness views your position in such a way that I doubt whether I should raise this issue."
The past of living in the Burning Sea period?
What kind of past events would Lie Qing have concealed for tens of thousands of years, and now he can't wait to bring them up.
Jiu Zhao raised his eyebrows as if sensing something: "Is it about the Father God?"
Meng Chu was silent again.
He used a hesitant attitude to tactfully express to Jiu Zhao the seriousness of the matter.
Whatever.
Standing at the door and turning back to listen, it certainly didn't look like a serious conversation.
Jiu Zhao raised his hand, and the magic barrier spread in all directions.
She walked back, folded her hands on her stomach, and slowly sat down on the edge of the raised stone platform in the quiet room.
Meng Chu remained kneeling, turned around and moved in front of her. "Your Highness, you may not be able to accept what I am about to say for a moment, but please believe that I am not lying, and I am not trying to sow discord between you and the Emperor."
After he said this, he quietly raised his eyes to observe Jiu Zhao's expression.
Unfortunately, the white silk blocked the eyes that showed emotions most directly, and he could only see Jiu Zhao's jawline that was tense from beginning to end.
No rage.
There is no penalty for casting spells.
Jiu Zhao said calmly, "There's no need to come up with so many excuses to evade responsibility.
"Since you dare to tell me, you should be prepared for any reaction from me."
Meng Chu smiled bitterly.
He always thought that Jiu Zhao was proud, emotional, and couldn't withstand the slightest storm.
But at this moment, he appeared absolutely rational in front of him.
So rational—
He seemed to see the God Emperor of another gender.
"...But I have just awakened from the dream of family love that deceived me for thousands of years. I empathize with you and do not want you to suffer the same pain I have in the future."
He lowered his head quietly, as if he wouldn't have to bear the mountain-like pressure if he didn't look at them.
“In the past, my mother was not confined to backyard fights.
“She followed her father, Chong Li, in their campaigns, especially during the war against the Three Pure Ones, and she even served as deputy commander of the Nine-Tailed Fox Army.
"Thanks to their daily companionship, Chongli and her didn't have as much to say to each other as they do now.
"They would discuss battle plans and troop deployments. Chong Li would also talk about secrets he had heard from Wu Shao while drinking and chatting at night.
"It's about the Emperor, Her Majesty the Queen of Gods, and Wu Shao.
"Your Highness won't let me swear a blood oath. Mother guessed this and has explained it to me. She's waiting for you in Erqingtian. You can directly enter her spirit platform and browse through her past memories. Memories are hidden deep within the sea of consciousness and can never be faked. This is another less 'drastic' method."
Meng Chu finished speaking from beginning to end.
I didn't hear Jiu Zhao's answer and didn't dare to look up at her.
He waited obediently for Jiu Zhao to decide whether to go or not. But once again, Jiu Zhao, almost prophetic, lowered his eyes and asked, "What does your mother want to tell me? Are you trying to tell me that, from the very beginning, the love between my father and mother gods was calculated, not predestined?"
The matter is sensitive, and any subjective evaluation before witnessing the facts with your own eyes may offend the other party.
He thought for a long time before responding in a very slow and low voice, "In fact, the Emperor treats Your Highness with sincerity. If you choose to forget the past of your fathers, it will not affect your relationship with the Emperor. Everything depends on which side Your Highness considers more important."
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