His face was full of dissatisfaction: "Being influenced by others so much, it might be good to leave."
The news of King Qi leaving the capital did not attract much attention.
A message was simply spread that he had returned to his fiefdom.
Minister Qi watched King Qi depart, followed by some strategists.
"Sir, aren’t there too few guards with the Prince?" one strategist asked worriedly.
Minister Qi squinted his eyes and shook his head with a smile: "Not few. Now that the Prince has left, he is joining the military starting as a mon soldier. Since he said that, how could he leave in a pompous manner? Isn’t that clearly just putting on a show?"
"Indeed, you have thought it through thoroughly, sir."
"However, there are still quite a few guards around him in secrecy." Naturally, Minister Qi was not pleased with King Qi having any accident.
But he was pletely unaware that after Emperor Xuanming made this request to King Qi, he had developed dissatisfaction, and the source of dissatisfaction was none other than him.
Moreover, King Qi did not follow his orders. Not only did he not go to the Qi family’s Grand Secretary Qi’s camp to foster relations with the General, but instead went to a more remote place.
By the time Minister Qi received the news, more than two months had already passed, and when he realized something was wrong, it was too late.
This is a matter for later, let’s leave it aside for now.
Meanwhile, after King Qi left the capital.
Ye Muyu also awaited Master Yuanhe.
Looking at the elder in front of him clad in monk’s robes, yet without having the head shaved, full of white hair.
As Ye Muyu was sizing up the elder, Master Yuanhe was similarly sizing him up. His eyes narrowed. Initially, he was merely slightly interested, but upon seeing Ye Muyu, his expression became serious, his fingers moved, and then as he looked at her face, muttered to himself, "Something’s not right..."
Ye Muyu’s pupils constricted, not out of fear, but of delight. If nothing had happened to Chu Heng before, she would certainly not visit these enlightened Buddhist monks.
But now, in order to make Chu Heng wake up, even if she was discovered to be a soul from Another World, Ye Muyu couldn’t care less about fear.
She quietly allowed Master Yuanhe to observe her, waiting for him to stop on his own.
After observing, it took up to two quarters of an hour.
Master Yuanhe stopped, his face returned to a kindly expression: "Does the benefactor have a confusion?"
"Indeed."
"I would like you, Master, to have a look at my husband." Ye Muyu didn’t respond directly, but went straight to the main issue.
Master Yuanhe did not pursue further and simply said: "In that case, would the benefactor kindly lead this old monk to have a look first?"
"Alright." Ye Muyu didn’t know why he didn’t expose her anomaly, but she didn’t plan to ask further, as the most important thing was Chu Heng, everything else was secondary.
Master Yuanhe followed her into the room and saw the unconscious man on the bed. His expression changed again.
After circling around Chu Heng and taking a look, he said: "Merit immeasurable."
"Does Master mean that there is hope for my husband?" Ye Muyu, no longer as posed as before, anxiously held onto Chu Heng’s hand and asked.
Yet to her surprise, Master Yuanhe gently shook his head: "This old monk sees that this benefactor’s merit is not low, thus indicating he has performed quite a few good deeds both in past and present lives, amassing so much merit. Supposedly, he shouldn’t face such calamity, but a change has occurred, resulting in an additional calamity. As long as his will is firm, he can remain safe."
Ye Muyu calmed her excited emotions and unwillingly asked: "Master, is there really no way?"
"Actually, there is." Master Yuanhe looked at her: "If you are willing, you can also help him."
"How can I help him?" Ye Muyu asked eagerly.
"Awaken him, only your blood can create a bond, but as for the specific result, this old monk cannot guarantee."
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