Directed Leakage of Inner Voice: I Pretended to Be a God Undergoing Tribulations Chapter 357

[Master, Little Zhu found out that Ling Yuanhang died of severe injuries in the fifth year of Yuankang. On the day he was supposed to et Gan Tang, the carriage Gan Tang was riding broke down while the diplomatic mission was traveling, causing her to arrive a day late, which ultimately led to the two of them missing each other.]

Hearing the two ancestors ntion the breakdown of Gan Tang's carriage, You Mingmin, the Minister of the Court of State Ceremonial, felt his head buzz, and his heart instantly jumped into his throat.

Cold sweat rolled into his eyes, stinging them and causing him to blink rapidly. He couldn't tell if it was tears or sweat flowing from the corners of his eyes.

He hurriedly raised a trembling hand and used his sleeve to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and the corners of his eyes.

In his heart, he prayed ceaselessly: please, do not let them trace this back to !

Emperor Mingxi's eyes flickered, and his hand unconsciously tightened around the white jade wine cup, completely unaware that the cup was already empty.

Eunuch Qian, being very perceptive, hurried forward to pour wine for the Emperor. His body perfectly shielded Emperor Mingxi, giving him a mont of respite and tily covering the expression on his face.

Regardless of how nervous the guilty parties felt, the astonished voice of Yue Fuguang still reached their ears, "The carriage broke down, so they missed each other? As expected, of the Great Dao's fifty, Heaven derives forty-nine, and humanity escapes with one. The variable in this matter actually stemd from Gan Tang's broken-down carriage! Destiny truly has no fixed numbers!"

[Master, do you need Little Zhu to investigate the reason behind this?]

The sovereign and officials of the Great Yan collectively shuddered in their hearts. While accepting this judgnt, they also comforted themselves inwardly: It's fine, it's fine. Even if the two ancestors found out they did it, they would only think it was part of a political ga between the two countries and definitely wouldn't think otherwise.

Yue Fuguang took in everyone's reactions, especially You Mingmin, who was shaking like a leaf. His psychological endurance was simply too poor.

She forced down the corners of her rising lips, paused for a mont, and said, "There's no need. Since it has nothing to do with us, master and servant, why bother investigating? Perhaps it was the Heavenly Dao of this realm taking pity on the living beings under its rule, and therefore it took away that nace, Ling Yuanhang."

[Master, Ling Yuanhang died, but the Ling family is slowly prospering. Ever since Wei Ping and Cai Xian joined forces two years ago and deciphered the cause of death of Ling Langshan and the Ling family elites through subtle clues, the Emperor, rembering Ling Langshan's sacrifice, granted compensation to the Ling clan. Two mbers of the Ling family passed the tropolitan examination last year, and the entire Ling family relocated back to the capital city of Shangjing this year.]

Yue Fuguang looked toward Wei Ping and Cai Xian. Sensing Yue Fuguang's gaze, the two hurriedly raised their cups from afar. Only after Yue Fuguang drank the tea they offered did she say, "How did those two suddenly rember to investigate a case from over a decade ago?"

[Isn't it because, Master, you gifted Wei Ping a copy of the Collected Cases of Injustice Rectified on his birthday? The two of them beca obsessed with reading it. After studying it for months, they rembered this case that had puzzled them since their youth and remained unsolved. As a result, one investigation led them straight to the salt rchants and the noble families.]

"So, the fact that the salt rchants and noble families have been successively purged over the past two years was all triggered by a thread I unintentionally pulled by giving them a book?"

Yue Fuguang's voice carried a hint of lightness. "Indeed, the ways of the world are unpredictable. This mortal realm is getting more and more interesting. Little Zhu, we've done quite a few things over these three years. I just wonder what kind of changes it will bring to Great Yan, or even this entire world?"

That expectant tone brought an unspeakable smile to the faces of everyone who heard it.

The five nations did not yet know that today's Great Yan was no longer what it used to be. When natural disasters struck, it would also be the day they began their harvest.

Before the smile on Yue Fuguang's face could fade, she heard a voice say, "Respected Junior Preceptor Yue, I am Wenren Xin of South Yue. I have long heard that Your Excellency's poetic talent is unmatched across the six nations. I have co specifically to seek your guidance today."

Yue Fuguang was taken aback. Her poetic talent was unmatched across the six nations? Where did that co from?

In the three years she had been here, she had only recited a few poems, and she had clearly stated that they were the works of others; she was rely a courier.

How did it spread and turn into being unmatched across the six nations?

Who was spreading rumors about her? Did they get her permission?

You say unmatched, and it's unmatched?

Wenren Xin? Never heard of him!

She cast her eyes toward the tall and straight figure at the banquet. Wenren Xin was dressed in a moon-white long gown, in his twenties, of average build, and his complexion was paler than most people from South Yue.

Seeing his decent appearance, Yue Fuguang couldn't help but sweep her gaze back and forth between him and Gan Tang.

After shifting into a more comfortable posture, Yue Fuguang finally said, "How does the esteed envoy wish to seek guidance? By composing poems?"

Wenren Xin cupped his hands and said, "Today is the birthday of His Majesty the Emperor of Great Yan. Why don't we set a topic on the spot and compose poems to celebrate?"

"Brother Wenren's proposal is quite good!" Another person from the Nanzhao diplomatic mission stood up. He looked only a few years older than Wenren Xin, wearing a light cyan robe with wide sleeves, had ordinary features, and sported a short beard.

He cupped his hands toward Yue Fuguang and said, "I am Kong You of Nanzhao. Greetings, Junior Preceptor Yue."

Yue Fuguang nodded. "Mr. Kong also wishes to join this ga?"

She asked very directly. Anyone with eyes could see that they ca prepared, so there was no need for her to cover for these people.

Whether they wanted to step on her, a Junior Preceptor and Divine Maiden whose reputation spread wider than her unmatched poetic talent, to climb the ranks, or if they had other plans, she would take them all on!

Isn't it just composing poetry?

Even if she couldn't compose, couldn't she recite?

Yue Fuguang was confident. With five thousand years of cultural heritage backing her up, could she really not defeat two unknown nobodies?

Just as she thought this, she saw a middle-aged man step forward from both the Western Qiang and Northern Li diplomatic missions.

So her opponents weren't two, but four!

"Song Xian of Northern Li greets Junior Preceptor Yue. I have long heard of Your Excellency's poetic talent, and I hope to have the honor of seeking so guidance from you today."

Song Xian was tall and robust. If he hadn't spoken, Yue Fuguang would have grouped him with the martial artists.

"Lan Fengling of Western Qiang greets Junior Preceptor Yue. My request is the sa as Brother Song's. I ask Your Excellency to grant us your instruction."

A faint smile curled at the corners of Yue Fuguang's mouth. She didn't answer the two n but instead looked toward the Eastern Yi diplomatic mission.

"And who does your esteed mission plan to send out?"

Her gaze swept over the people of the Eastern Yi mission one by one. Four sheep or five sheep were all the sa to her; she might as well call them all up at once.

She could tell that when it ca to stepping on her, these nations seed to have joined forces once again, so it was impossible for Eastern Yi to be left out.

The leader of Eastern Yi this ti was Prince Yanji. Facing Yue Fuguang's half-smiling question, he hesitantly stood up, bowed, and said, "Since the Junior Preceptor has invited us, Eastern Yi naturally will not spoil the fun."

He turned to a young man in his twenties seated below him and said, "Oshima, how about you represent our great Eastern Yi in this challenge?"

Oshima hurriedly stood up with a humble deanor and replied, "Yes, Brother!"

Hearing Oshima's na, Yue Fuguang couldn't help but take a few extra glances at the man. You had to admit, this young man in his twenties, just from his appearance, looked thirty to forty percent similar to the deceased Sima Jing and his son Sima Ying.

In the autumn of the sixth year of Yuankang, when the entire Sima clan was beheaded, Yue Fuguang had been sitting in a teahouse along the route of the prisoner carts and had seen the Sima father and son from afar. Judging purely by looks, it was certain that this Oshima was indeed the son of Sima Jing.

Hearing this na, the ruler and ministers of Dayan could not help but look over. Their sudden attention caused Oshima Kensei to involuntarily lower his head, as he had grown increasingly cautious over the past year, terrified that the slightest misstep would invite ridicule.