Co swiftly, leave swiftly, Qin Liuxi appeared quickly, and left just as quickly. If Mrs. Wang hadn’t seen the splints tied to the legs, she would have felt that the child’s appearance was just a fleeting, dreamlike scene.
It was only upon seeing the splints on the legs that she recalled the disaster that occurred at the Holy Altar, and the despair of being trapped, unable to move, leaving her entire body cold. She couldn’t help but shiver.
She is fortunate, as her children are her strength.
In distant mories, soone seed to touch her hand bones and say so.
"Elder sister, does it hurt badly?" Aunt Wan’s voice carried a hint of panic and concern, pulling Mrs. Wang out of her mories. Upon seeing the handkerchief in her hand, she realized her face was cool, soaked with tears.
Mrs. Wang curled a smile, smiled tenderly at her, and beckoned: "Co over here."
Aunt Wan quickly walked over but was suddenly embraced by her waist, montarily stiffening. She sighed, patted her shoulder, and said: "If it hurts that much, just cry. If it’s because the child is disobedient, then there’s no need to cry. We would spank her, as under the stick, obedient children erge."
Mrs. Wang smiled mockingly, and said: "What nonsense are you saying, how could we spank a girl, there’s hardly ti to feel the pain."
Aunt Wan responded with an "oh."
"She’s very good, very obedient, but too obedient, which makes one feel sorry." Mrs. Wang recalled Qin Liuxi’s words about salvation, her expression beca serious again, and she said: "Go and call the Steward, I have sothing to instruct."
The earthquake at the Holy Altar, although it didn’t affect their side, happening during the rites for heaven would surely cause public resentnt, resulting in chaos outside, necessitating restraint among the people in the mansion to avoid unnecessary trouble and potential disasters.
Additionally, although she and Qin Bohong were rescued, the maidservants, old won, and servants who accompanied them have yet to be heard from, whether dead or alive, they must send people to search for them and also help rescue so others.
After a disaster, standing up is always better than being an idle shopkeeper. Especially since her husband and she, though injured, were not seriously hurt, and managed to retreat safely.
This will also help cover up the real reason for their quick withdrawal.
While Mrs. Wang was mobilizing manpower in the mansion, Qin Liuxi had already quietly departed.
The Holy Altar was a distance away from the Qin Mansion, but in the East City, it too felt a significant tremor, with quite a few buildings collapsing. Fortunately, it was dayti, allowing those able to escape, but so of the elderly and weak had no escape route, getting trapped under the ruins.
The city was filled with wails.
Qin Liuxi lowered her eyes, quickly slipping into Emperor Kangwu’s Imperial Chariot, casting an Eye-blocking Technique, and officially becoming the State Preceptor.
Emperor Kangwu had long been unconscious, his face pale, beside him the eunuch Shun was also as pale as snow, his entire body shivering uncontrollably, even his hands were trembling.
With each Emperor cos a new set of courtiers. If the Saint falls dead at this ti, as a eunuch without a secure retreat, even without being buried, his outco wouldn’t be great.
"What are you panicking about, Shun?" Qin Liuxi said indifferently: "The Saint is blessed, naturally turning misfortune into fortune."
Well, what I concocted, he’s not in a good state.
She took hold of Emperor Kangwu’s hand and felt his pulse, her brows furrowing.
Shun looked at Qin Liuxi, feeling strange inside, the State Preceptor seed to suddenly change into a different person, more imposing and more unreachable.
Holding the pulse, Qin Liuxi thought even without this disaster, Emperor Kangwu wouldn’t have two years of good days left. This body had accumulated elixir toxicity, kidney yin deficiency, and essence and blood depletion.
Honestly speaking, this old Emperor was fragile inside, purely relying on elixirs.
"The Saint seems to have lingered in the harem quite a bit lately." Qin Liuxi looked at Shun.
Shun whispered: "Lady Ru has thoughtfully delighted the Dragon Heart every day."
Qin Liuxi snickered, indeed putting thought into it, yet such petty strives.
Recently, she’d learned from the paper puppet National Master that it wasn’t favored by the Saint, proposing not to attend the rites, even rarely summoned. And as a puppet, the Saint wouldn’t do that lacking virtue, it was reluctant to deal with this old guy, so it stayed in its own palace, rarely attending to others.
Yet look what she discerned from this pulse, this old guy had used pills for supposed strength and health, even so aphrodisiac incense, seemingly cured of death quickly.
No sudden collapse, he must have gotten very lucky, else losing not just his life, but the respect of the Emperor.
Shun, disturbed by her smile, felt unnerved, was his brain jolted by the sudden earthquake, why did he feel the State Preceptor seed a bit manic?
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