Murong Zhi: "Let's see first."
Murong Zhi was also conflicted at this moment. On the one hand, he did not want Mu Qing to show up so as not to fall into a trap, but on the other hand, he hoped that his appearance could end this farce.
Murong Zhi: "I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse..."
In the crowd
Mu Qi, Huangfu Hua, Duan Yang and their group stood on a street corner, looking at the sea of people in front of them, and couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
Huangfu Hua: "Is the legend of this Holy Son true?"
Duan Yang: "I don't know."
Mu Qi: "Back then, the news was blocked by the former royal family, and after the fall of the former dynasty, it could no longer be verified, and it is impossible to distinguish between truth and falsehood."
Huangfu Hua: "I wonder if the rumors about the Holy Son's unparalleled beauty are true. I wonder if I will have the chance to see him in my lifetime." He finished speaking with an expectant look on his face.
Duan Yang glanced at Huangfu Hua, her face full of disdain. She didn't utter a single word, yet it seemed as if she had said a thousand words.
Huangfu Hua: "Hey, Duanyang, what do you mean?"
Duan Yang: "No."
Mu Qi watched the two people with such different personalities bickering and couldn't help but smile helplessly.
Huangfu Hua: "Does Your Majesty really intend to punish the Third Prince in public?"
Muqi: "It seems there's no way to avoid it..."
Huangfu Hua: "The Third Prince is truly pitiful."
Duan Yang: "Mm."
Mu Qi: "Yes, I wonder if the Holy Son will show up to help us out."
Murong Qing stood protectively with Mu Ya in the crowd, not far from Mu Qi and the others.
Mu Ya said with some worry, "Ah Qing, the Third Prince, he..."
Murong Qing patted her shoulder: "Let's see first. Father Emperor just wants to use Third Brother's name to lure the Holy Son out..."
execution ground
The Imperial Astronomical Bureau official, seeing that the time was almost up, said to the royal guards beside him, "Execute the execution."
“The Third Prince has failed in his duties and shall be punished with thirty lashes.”
The burly man in charge of the execution was covered in cold sweat, his hand holding the thorny whip trembling uncontrollably. Murong Yu glanced at him indifferently, which almost made him kneel down and beg for mercy.
The tall, burly, and fierce-looking man on the execution ground gave all the onlookers the illusion of being pitiful.
Murong Yu turned his back and stood facing the wind, his posture as upright as a pine tree. Even though he was on the execution ground, his heroic spirit was not diminished in the slightest.
Imperial Observatory: "What are you all standing there for? Trying to rebel? Attack!"
The burly man said, "This... Your Highness, please forgive me."
The burly man took a deep breath, swung his whip, and the whip whistled as it struck Murong Yu.
The crowd below gasped in shock. Some of the more timid ones lowered their heads, unable to bear watching.
The expected scene of blood splattering did not occur; as if a pause button had been pressed, the whip remained eerily still in mid-air. The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The emperor gripped the windowsill tightly with nervous force, his fingertips turning slightly white.
He murmured softly, "They're here."
Before the words were finished, a faint fragrance of lotus flowers mixed with the fresh scent of grass and trees wafted into the air.
A golden lotus flower appeared in the sky opposite the execution ground. Upon seeing this, the people knelt down and kowtowed, crying out, "Heaven protect us..."
Hidden in the crowd, Mu Qing felt somewhat uneasy looking at the scene before her. She surrounded herself with wood energy to conceal her figure.
Mu Qing channeled wood-elemental energy and soared into the sky, appearing before the golden lotus.
Her hair was as black as ink, her skin as white as snow, and she was dressed in white. She stood in mid-air with her eyes lowered and a white veil covering her face. A golden lotus mark between her eyebrows shone brightly.
Mu Qing sighed softly, his voice light and ethereal, as if it came from the distant past: "I have come to this world by chance, perhaps to undergo a tribulation. I had no intention of disturbing people, and now I am returning after this tribulation. May all people live with good intentions and have clear minds; may there be no war in the world, and may they not suffer the pain of war; may the world be at peace, and may the people be healthy and well."
Mu Qing's voice was soft, yet clear and resonant, like the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, deeply moving.
After Mu Qing finished speaking, he channeled his wood energy, forming scattered green energy spheres centered on him. The green glow illuminated the entire sky, and the green light spots disappeared when they touched the people. Everyone who received the wood energy felt relaxed all over. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Thank you for the blessing, Immortal!" This sparked a chorus of shouts of "Thank you for the blessing, Immortal!"
Muya felt tiny green specks of light falling on her face, which felt cool, and she also felt a coolness on the wound on her back, which felt very comfortable.
Murong Qing stared nervously at Mu Ya, who was surrounded by green light spots. Those around them noticed, and Mu Qi and the others quickly came over to protect Mu Ya. As the light spots dissipated, the scars on Mu Ya's face disappeared, and her skin became even more supple.
Muqi exclaimed with delight, "Ya'er, your scar has disappeared!"
Mu Ya touched her face and saw that the scar was gone. She turned back and gave Murong Qing a sweet smile.
Muya and her group solemnly bowed to the sky.
The emperor reached out and caught the green light. As it entered his body, he felt invigorated, his eyes gleaming with a determined light. He looked up and stared intently at the person in the sky.
Countless people were also watching intently.
A radiant figure stood with hands behind their back, leaned upwards, and ascended into the heavens, disappearing from sight.
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