Soone doesn’t want to live.
Who is this person? A figure swiftly flashed through Qin Liuxi’s mind, her face as calm as water.
"Is it the Saint?" She spoke the person’s title without reservation, for here, no one could hear it.
A fleeting trace of fear flashed in Mu Jin’s eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and said, "It doesn’t matter anymore."
Qin Liuxi said in a deep voice, "Are you giving up? As long as you wish, I can guarantee that whether it’s poisonous insects or that slow poison, they’re not problems. I’ll help you live longer than him."
Mu Jin laughed, tears spilling out, and said, "The temple master is an outsider, growing up in the Taoist Sect, different from us. You probably won’t understand the terror of imperial power. I believe that with your treatnt, I can survive. But, temple master, if he wishes for soone to die, he wouldn’t leave them alive. Even if he’s about to leave, he will take so with him first."
"Why do you say that?"
Mu Jin said, "So parents, to pave the way for their children, will stop at nothing to remove obstacles in front of them." Her voice was extrely light. "The reputation of the Imperial Family must remain untarnished; won and wives are replaceable. But if the reputation of the Imperial Family falls into disgrace in the historical records, it’s ultimately not beautiful."
She gazed out the window, where heavy snow was falling, and her voice was barely audible, "A nephew as a brother-in-law, the brother-in-law’s sister is turned into a son’s wife—they dare not speak it openly, but privately, people will discuss the ethics, especially so pedantic scholars who will relentlessly criticize. To silence such voices, the only way is to erase that sister—a dead person can’t be talked about."
Qin Liuxi’s fist slightly clenched: "Empress Mu also knows that history is written by the victors, you needn’t worry."
Mu Jin smiled lightly, "That’s true. But my eldest sister forgets the pillow-side ambitions of her husband—if he wants to choose an heir, it will be the most perfect one. Even if imperfect, he will shape him into perfection. If he becos a Bright Monarch, people will praise the forebear’s good choice. You see, this is the emperor’s ambition."
She lowered her eyes and said, "A family producing two Empresses of the sa generation, father and son—impossible. Just the generation does not make sense. Ultimately, it would create two Empress Dowager Mus, which no emperor wishes to see. Therefore, I must die."
Qin Liuxi’s lips tightened; so, choosing Qi Qian was pushing the person in front of her to a dead end?
She looked at Mu Jin, avoiding her calm gaze, feeling sowhat guilty.
Mu Jin seed to sense her emotions and said, "I have no choice. Fear is not what I feel, but worry for my son, who isn’t ready yet."
"I will protect you," said Qin Liuxi.
"Temple master, destiny cannot be defied. If I do not die, perhaps it is my son or Mu Family mbers who will, for the royal family is ruthless." Mu Jin stared at her firmly and said, "I’ve always wished to see the temple master again. eting you today, my heart’s knot has loosened."
Soone like her is like a ray of light, attracting followers, but ultimately she is only a light—only followable, not approachable, let alone standing side by side.
Perhaps Qi Qian thought the sa, so that painting could only be placed in the most secret place.
Qin Liuxi did not quite understand her aning, sowhat baffled.
Mu Jin said, "If the temple master hadn’t attained Enlightennt, she’d be one of Shengjing’s noble ladies, admired by many talented young n, though none might match her."
Qin Liuxi said, "There is no ’if’; my fate is as such, destined for solitude."
Seeing Mu Jin begin to shiver again, she said, "I will first remove the gu; let’s not talk about life and death now—the children are still young; how can one forsake them? With the poisonous insect, you don’t dare let them close."
This yin energy is truly harmful.
Mu Jin felt a sting in her nose and turned away.
With the Gu Emperor within her, Qin Liuxi could easily remove this gu. She first drew a Spirit Talisman on Mu Jin’s forehead to protect her heart ridian, then lit incense, saying, "Removing the gu might be painful; bite down."
She offered her a clean handkerchief to bite, fearing it was too painful and she might bite through her tongue, then cut a line on her finger, summoning the Golden Silkworm. It quickly burrowed into that cut and started to move.
Mu Jin’s whole body stiffened.
A powerful force moved through her ridians, carrying a fierce, hot breath mixed with the original coldness of her body—such cold and heat, like ice and fire double heavens, her ridians alternately open or contract, causing painful moans, violent tremors, sweat dripping heavily from her brow, eyes bulging as if about to pop out.
Pain spread throughout her body.
Soon, Mu Jin was like a drowning person, weakly collapsing on the bed, drenched all over, breath faint.
Qin Liuxi took out the Sanqing Bell, twisting her wrist and shaking it, a ringing clear as spirit sounded within the hall, the bell reverberating with endless power, dispelling all suffering.
Mu Jin closed her eyes, tears falling onto the pillow.
Gradually, she felt the piercing cold expelled from her body, sothing crawling from her fingertips, then a gentle warmth surged from her soles, spreading to all limbs and bones.
Mu Jin opened her eyes, the person’s face gradually clear in her view.
Qin Liuxi touched the now plumper Golden Silkworm, not returning it to her body but holding it in her hand, she gently closed her eyes, pinched a skill, chanting the gu scripture’s spell, communicating with it.
If the slow poison was from the Saint, then who set this poisonous insect?
The Golden Silkworm consud that insect, with its own Gu Soul and karma—communicating with the Golden Silkworm reveals it. Of course, this communication is like hunting souls, exhausting Divine Sense.
If Qin Liuxi didn’t feel guilty for her, she would let them investigate themselves.
Divine Sense linked with the Golden Silkworm’s Divine Sense, she quickly knew the insect’s identity: the Yin Snake Gu, implanted by hiding gu powder under fingernails, dissolved in water or food, so silent and stealthy.
Yin Snake Gu is extrely venomous, cold as a serpent, traversing the body, causing it to be cold to the bone, yin energy lingering, prolonged body coldness, ordinary people near it would suffer yin energy invasion.
Qin Liuxi traced the insect to a maid nad Linglong, who received orders—that person was...
She opened her eyes, feeling even heavier guilt.
It was Prince Zhao, their sches rely to sow discord between Mu Family and Qi Qian, barring them from the throne; their machinations were futile, but their attack on Mu Jin, intending Qi Qian to beco a widower, did succeed too.
Qin Liuxi looked at Mu Jin, ultimately guilty for her—if she hadn’t pushed Qi Qian before her, would she have encountered these things?
But she has already acted, the karma is set.
Qin Liuxi took out a piece of talisman paper, her hands flitting swiftly, soon folding a Paper Crane, handing it to Mu Jin: "With this Paper Crane, within my power’s range, you may ask a favor, or my disciples can—just burn it."
What she owes, she will repay!
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