Chapter 311 - Chapter 311: Devouring the Master
Chapter 311: Devouring the Master
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Ever since Shangqing mentioned the evil technique to refine the Heart Pill, the Emperor felt that he had evil intentions and temporarily locked him in the palace.
Shangqing was a monk and had left the realm of the secular world. Moreover, he hadn’t violated the secular laws. The Emperor originally planned to send him to Wuliang Temple in a few days and let the Temple Master decide.
But now, the situation is different. The Emperor already wanted to kill Shangqing.
“Zhao Rang.” The Emperor cleared his throat and ordered in a dignified manner, “Bring Shangqing here.”
Zhao Rang received the Emperor’s oral order and left.
As they waited, Gu Yanfei casually threw the motionless Gu worm into the box that had previously been filled with incense. She sealed the box and said to An Le, “Princess An Le, I’ll release your blood to remove the poison.”
After a pause, she added, “It doesn’t hurt this time. ‘
‘Yes.” An Le nodded vigorously, a faint blush appearing on her fair cheeks.
Gu Yanfei forced the spiritual power in her body to the tip of a needle and stabbed the five fingers of An Le’s left hand. Her actions were so fast that An Le’s eyes couldn’t even see clearly.
The little girl widened her eyes in surprise. In a flash, she saw a drop of thick black blood seeping out of the five fingertips of her left hand. Each of them was the size of a fish’s eye, forming a sharp contrast with her snow-white skin.
The Emperor’s heart ached when he saw his daughter. The corners of his eyes became even redder.
If not for the inappropriate occasion, he really wanted to hug his daughter, pat her back, and call her Darling.
An Le, however, didn’t feel horrified at all. Instead, she looked at Gu Yanfei with even more admiration.
Sister Yanfei is really amazing. She knows how to pitch a pot, how to use a whip, how to make a butterfly, and how to catch bugs… Shës even more powerful than my brother!
The little girl’s black and white eyes were as clean and pure as black and white chess pieces, shining brightly.
Chu Yi stood silently at the side, his deep gaze fixed on the magistrate, who had been standing quietly for a long time.
The cold wind blew a few strands of black hair and scattered them on his handsome face, half covering the terrain and forming a faint shadow.
Ever since he came here, the magistrate had been standing there quietly. There was no fear on his face. He was very calm, as if he was waiting for something.
The magistrate was born into the Feng family of Qingzhou and was the son of an aristocratic family.
It wasn’t just the magistrate. Currently, most of the officials in important positions in the imperial court are sons of aristocratic families.
It was precisely because of this that they dared to be so fearless.
For their own selfish reasons, they easily used the eldest princess’s life as a bargaining chip.
The darkness in Chu Yi’s eyes deepened. The dark ink was like a boundless dark night without the stars and moon, and the red mole at the corner of his eyes was like blood.
It was as if the demon beast sealed in his body had suddenly been awakened, and a dangerous aura silently spread out from his body.
“Chu Yi.”
A white shadow flashed before his eyes, and a soft white handkerchief appeared in his hand. A curled-up calico cat was embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief.
“Clean up and bandage it.” Gu Yanfei pointed at the black blood on An Le’s fingertip and gestured for Chu Yi to hurry up and get to work.
Chu Yi pinched his handkerchief and stared blankly at the young girl in front of him.
Suddenly, as if his soul had returned to his body, the gloominess in his eyes quickly dissipated, and his expression gradually softened.
“Mm,” Chu Yi replied softly, the corners of his eyes curving into a small arc.
He bowed slightly and carefully wiped away the drops of black blood on his fingertips with a handkerchief. His movements were unbelievably gentle.
Needless to say, everyone could see how much the Eldest Prince doted on his sister.
No matter how noble the siblings’ statuses were, the sibling relationship between them couldn’t be faked.
And the Emperor..
Many commoners also looked at the Emperor standing beside the wheelchair.
It was only when the Emperor walked down from the tall city tower that they felt a sense of reality.
It was said that the Emperor’s family was the most heartless, but it wasn’t absolute.
Not only was the Emperor high up in the air, but he was also a father.
If his daughter was sick, the Emperor would be worried; if his daughter was murdered, the Emperor would also be sad.
The Emperor was also a mortal, with flesh and blood like them.
Amidst these complicated emotions, a white-haired old Daoist priest in a green Daoist robe was escorted over by seven to eight tall and mighty imperial guards.
The old Daoist priest’s Daoist robe was wrinkled, and a few messy strands of hair were let out from his bun. He was so thin that he looked like a dried corpse that was only skin and bones. His deep-set eyes reminded one of a white skeleton..