Even just through voice transmission, Shen Tang could tell that the High Priest’s voice had lost its forr gentleness and was strangely cold and solemn.
He was speaking about Jia Lan.
He also specifically instructed Shen Tang to avoid Jia Lan in order to receive this oral decree.
It turned out that as early as seventeen years ago, when Lunus first t his son in the Cold Palace, he already sensed sothing was terribly wrong with the child.
Jia Lan’s heart had sprouted resentnt and hostility, catalyzing a corrupt personality.
His hatred towards his mother and the outside world made him want to kill all those who had humiliated him.
At that ti, Jia Lan was still young, but even though this vicious aura was only in its budding stage, it predicted a future trend of losing control.
Lunus didn’t want him to fall into the depths of extre evil, so he suppressed the curse power within Jia Lan’s body.
Unfortunately, the personality could not be erased, only temporarily dormant, unknown when it might awaken.
This ti, Lunus also vaguely sensed sothing wrong with Jia Lan, but the latter hid it too well, not leaking even a trace of corrupt aura.
Although he had suspicions, he couldn’t find any evidence, and so could only remind Shen Tang to pay attention to safety and seek his help if anything abnormal was discovered.
Sadly, it was ultimately too late, hidden dangers were too elusive to prevent, and the matter could not be redied once it occurred.
"Your Majesty, it’s currently not advisable to return to the Imperial Palace; I will take you to the Priest Temple."
In just three short days, the Divine Hall had returned to its forr state.
Lunus was in seclusion in a quiet room when he suddenly felt sothing amiss, opening his bright golden eyes, and the aura around him briefly appeared disordered.
He rose and went outside the hall, gazing towards a certain place and letting out a long sigh.
Then he changed out of his simple robe into a more splendid and formal Divine Robe, and with two attendants, personally went to the door to greet them, "I guessed you would co again... Is Your Majesty hurt?"
Seeing Jialouluo’s white garnt stained with blood, the fabric over the left chest torn, Lunus displayed a barely discernible trace of panic across his originally calm deanor.
He hurriedly stepped forward, taking Jialouluo from Shen Tang’s arms, with a hint of tension in his voice, "Your Majesty, there’s a High-level Healing Physician in the Divine Hall, I will take you there to heal."
Jialouluo weakly coughed, her face sowhat unnatural, but she also couldn’t be bothered much at this mont, not struggling free, "Thanks to Xiao Tang, she has already treated my wounds, so there’s no imdiate threat to my life, just..."
Lunus’s slender fingers touched her wrist, sensing that the flow of her heart’s superpower was no longer as robust as before.
The loss of most of her superpower ant that both her heart and Crystal Core were severely damaged, making recovery nearly impossible.
"Lan’er did it." He guessed.
Shen Tang nodded, relaying the events at the palace to the High Priest.
Lunus’s complexion turned chilly, unconsciously holding Jialouluo tighter. He knew that for soone as proud as her, it was not just physical pain at this mont but also heartache.
Being hurt by the son she loved dearly, even almost losing her life, there’s no greater sorrow than a dead heart.
No amount of comfort would help; she could only slowly heal this wound on her own.
"If Your Majesty has nowhere else to go, you can stay at the Divine Palace." He said, "You can stay as long as you like."
Jialouluo opened her mouth, only saying with tired gratitude, "Thank you, sorry for the trouble."
Lunus quietly stared at this esteed majesty. Indeed, she had changed greatly, and having experienced these events was surely an enormous blow to her.
He couldn’t help but raise his hand, his fingertips gently and restrainingly brushing her deep blue hair tips as silent comfort, then curled his fingers back, "...Your Majesty, no need to stand on ceremony. It’s what I ought to do."
Jialouluo felt a sharp tremor in her heart, a surge of complex emotions. The Priest Temple, independent of imperial power and uninvolved with the succession of dynasties.
Lunus, as the High Priest, had no need to concern himself with her life or death.
The last ti it was at Jia Lan’s request, but what about this ti...
She suddenly couldn’t help but laugh. Though no longer possessing the absolute beauty of her youthful splendor, her pale face showing a faint smile still revealed myriad unique charm, captivating as back then, "Is this ti out of duty or sentint?"
Lunus turned his gaze away, no longer looking at her.
He couldn’t answer this question, only holding Jialouluo and taking her to a room in the Divine Hall to settle in, summoning a physician to concoct a prescription to nourish her body and alleviate the sequelae of trauma as much as possible.
Jialouluo did not receive the answer she wanted, but she had no regrets.
Many tis, the answer is not important.
After settling Jialouluo, Lunus walked out of the palace, the gentle smile on his face vanished, his expression rarely stern.
Shen Tang was waiting at the door, seeing him co out, hurried forward, "High Priest, I have one more question I’d like to ask."
Lunus nodded, "Follow ."
The two entered the side hall.
Shen Tang took out the Infinite Box from the void, opening it to reveal a puppet doll identical to Jia Lan.
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