The imperial physician arrived quickly. The mercury was originally a white powder, but it would become transparent when exposed to air.
After the imperial physician verified it on the spot, he dipped his hands in the mercury and then put them into the salt water. The phenomenon that appeared in the basin was exactly the same as when Mu Chenshuang washed her hands. It was obvious that salt had been added to the water in the basin.
Seeing this, Feng Anxue felt unwilling.
Xiao Qingyu clenched her fingers even tighter. Could it be that this bitch had escaped again?
“Father, it seems that someone deliberately framed Princess Weiyang, trying to pin the blame on her as a jinx. Such a vicious intention is truly intolerable,” Feng Ji said.
“But in any case, Princess Weiyang has affected the sacrificial ceremony. Father, in my opinion, for the sake of safety, we can have the Imperial Preceptor examine Princess Weiyang’s birth date and time. If there are any problems, they can be resolved in time.”
Feng Anxue looked at Feng Guche and offered her advice.
Upon hearing Feng Anxue's words, Mu Chenshuang immediately sensed something was wrong.
At this moment.
Feng Xilan stepped forward, looked at Feng Guche, and bowed, saying, "Father, before Princess Weiyang's birth chart was calculated by the Imperial Observatory, there were no problems. I believe we should first investigate who is behind the framing of Princess Weiyang."
Feng Xilan's protection made Xiao Qingyu grit her teeth, her heart filled with resentment.
Unfortunately, after the Crown Prince and Mu Chenshuang divorced, she not only failed to get everything she wanted, but the Crown Prince also became less caring towards her than before.
Why did God not take this wretched person away?
"I remember the Imperial Observatory said that Princess Weiyang was destined for a great calamity at the end of last year, but now it seems that Princess Weiyang is not in any danger. So times have changed. Today, such an important sacrificial ceremony has encountered problems, but after the Imperial Advisor's calculations, there is no major issue. This gives people peace of mind."
Feng Anxue was determined to have the Imperial Advisor calculate Mu Chenshuang's birth chart in front of everyone.
"Your Highness, are you implying that the people in the Imperial Observatory are completely useless?" Feng Xilan retorted.
Feng Anxue's face immediately darkened. Everyone was against her, including Feng Ji. She couldn't understand why Feng Xilan was still protecting Mu Chenshuang.
"Enough!"
Feng Guche's face was extremely ugly.
The emperor was furious, and everyone lowered their heads, not daring to utter a sound.
Feng Guche glanced sharply at Mu Chenshuang, then said, "Imperial Preceptor, what do you think of Princess Weiyang's birth chart?"
The Imperial Advisor replied, "Yes."
He then ordered someone to prepare paper and pen, and the eunuch dragged a wooden tray to Mu Chenshuang.
The Imperial Advisor said, "Please have Princess Weiyang write down your birth date and time on this piece of paper."
Mu Chenshuang's gaze fell down. At this point, she had no way out. It seemed that the other party would not give up until they had killed her.
Everyone watched her every move with concern, but more than anything, they hoped the imperial advisor could discern any ominous signs in her birth chart.
Mu Chenshuang picked up a pen and wrote down her birth date and time on the paper, but she made a slight change to the time of birth.
After Mu Chenshuang finished writing, she put down her pen.
The eunuch turned and handed the paper to the Grand Preceptor.
Then a disciple placed another piece of paper in front of him.
Shen Nan watched with a turbulent mind, while Feng Xilan's expression was solemn and she appeared extremely nervous.
Mu Chenshuang, on the other hand, remained calm and composed throughout, showing no fear or tension whatsoever.
When the Imperial Advisor calculated Mu Chenshuang's birth chart, a look of astonishment and disbelief flashed across his eyes, and his hands even trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.
A moment later.
The Imperial Advisor put down his calligraphy brush.
Feng Guche asked, "Imperial Preceptor, how is it?"
The Grand Preceptor's seemingly calm expression throughout revealed a hint of fear.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the Grand Preceptor's answer.
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