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Chapter 172 The Imperial Advisor of a Female-Dominated Society (Part 18)

Xu Zishan's eyes were complicated as he grabbed Feng Yu's hand that was reaching out to him.

In the past, he might have seized the opportunity to rise to power, but now...

He pressed Feng Yu down with a cold face and said in a cold voice, "Your Highness, you are drunk."

After saying that, he got up, turned around and left, leaving behind the words, "I'll go and make you some hangover soup."

In an instant, Feng Yu's vision became increasingly blurry, and the figure walked further and further away.

She suddenly felt a pang in her heart, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

Outside.

Lu Yan stood there with a sullen face, not saying a word, when he bumped into Xu Zishan who came out. Seeing that the latter's clothes were not disheveled, he couldn't help but frown, "You didn't succeed?"

Xu Zishan's lips twitched. "What kind of person do you take me for? Speaking of which, you've been acting strange lately, why are you staring at her every day?"

It goes without saying who she is referring to.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yan's expression grew even more unpleasant.

If he hadn't been struggling internally, he would have acted long ago. How could he have delayed until now?

"The prayer ceremony is in a few days. Not only the Empress, but also various powerful figures will appear. Don't you have any ideas?" Lu Yan suddenly changed the subject, not answering the previous question, but instead asking Xu Zishan.

Xu Zishan did know about this, and it was something he had been hoping for.

Because on that day, he would be able to see the Imperial Advisor he had been longing to meet.

But why did Lu Yan bring this up?

Xu Zishan's eyes showed doubt. "Why are you bringing this up? Are you going?"

He was truly puzzled. In his eyes, Lu Yan was an orphan, so why was this person bringing up such an important matter...

Xu Zishan couldn't help but have doubts.

Lu Yan clenched his fingers, his expression unreadable. He had been running away recently, and today was the third day. He couldn't believe that Gu Zhongchun would send someone to assassinate Feng Yu.

Just before today, he had barely sent a letter explaining the situation and stating that he would take action today.

But today...

How do we get started?

“I won’t go, but you can’t go either, can you?” Lu Yan’s voice was a little cold. He was just stalling for time, and his heart was already numb.

Xu Zishan was still completely confused. "Why can't I go? I have to see...that person."

Lu Yan was taken aback, gave him a strange look, sighed inwardly, and said with a somewhat complicated expression, "Have you fallen for someone else? Haven't you noticed the danger lurking in the shadows lately? The Blessing Ceremony is bound to be fraught with peril, and your trip there is likely to be fraught with peril."

Xu Zishan blushed slightly, but did not refute the words. Instead, she gave a soft snort, "My safety is none of your concern. If anyone dares to stop me from seeing her, I will not let them off easily."

He paused, then added, "Besides, the prayer ceremony is packed with people, why would anyone specifically come to assassinate me?"

Lu Yan opened his mouth, wanting to say that maybe no one would assassinate him, but the person in the room...

Not necessarily.

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, a low moan of pain came from inside the house.

Xu Zishan had no time to argue with Lu Yan anymore and could only hurry back inside.

Feng Yu's face was deathly pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Xu Zishan frowned, somewhat flustered, and hurriedly went forward to check.

Lu Yan followed in and felt a pang of anxiety upon seeing Feng Yu's appearance.

He subconsciously wondered if Gu Zhongchun's side had made a move beforehand.

The next second, his ears twitched, and he keenly heard something flash past the eaves—

It was the sound of someone using light-footed skills to dart past!

He immediately ran out!

At this moment, Feng Yu groggily opened her eyes. Seeing the person in front of her, she felt a splitting headache, smelled a strange odor, and her body ached more and more. She weakly said, "What's wrong with me? Why do I feel so uncomfortable? Please call a doctor!"

She fainted again after saying that.

Xu Zishan stood there dumbfounded, his mind a complete mess.

If... if Feng Yu died now, would he be free? Perhaps with a little more maneuvering, he could become Feng Yu's husband...

but……

After a long while, his eyes were deep and his lips were pressed together until they turned white. Finally, he turned and left in a disheveled state.

"Send someone to fetch a doctor! Quickly!" The hoarse roar carried a mix of anger and grief, seemingly...

What are you regretting?

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On the day she set off to pray for blessings, Qingyu woke up early in the morning. She prepared many things according to the procedure and put on her most formal prayer clothes.

Her black and white gown, adorned with gold accessories, shimmered in the sunlight, exuding an air of elegance.

The prayers offered by ordinary people were not as elaborate as those prepared by the Empress in the palace. Therefore, while they were grand, they were not particularly so, as the palace itself did not make any special preparations.

Qingling stayed by Qingyu's side the whole time. Seeing that Qingyu was about to go out, she took out a cloak and gently draped it over Qingyu's shoulders, saying, "The weather is cold today, Imperial Preceptor, please don't catch a cold."

Qingyu smiled gently, her gaze softening. "Thank you."

After saying that, he strode out of the room and immediately sensed an unusual aura.

She paused, frowned slightly, and subtly surveyed her surroundings.

Tsk, I knew there were undercurrents behind this blessing ceremony and various forces were eyeing it covetously, but I didn't expect them to be so bold as to come and keep an eye on her.

A faint smile appeared on Qingyu's lips, but she quickly regained her composure and walked steadily toward the prayer area.

The prayer site was set up near the palace gate. When Qingyu arrived, the Empress was already sitting on the high seat, while the people below knelt down to worship.

In this country, the position of the Imperial Advisor is comparable to that of the Empress.

Fortunately, Qingyu was used to this kind of scene, and she first smiled slightly at the Empress.

Sunlight streamed down, illuminating the mask she wore, and the gems on the mask shimmered with dazzling light.

She smiled gently, the corners of her mouth under the mask curving upwards into a captivating smile.

Her smile was as warm as sunshine, yet it carried a hint of mystery, making one want to unveil her and find out more.

Even the Empress was somewhat dazed, and felt an even greater joy for Qingyu.

Suddenly, even Consort Ru and the others around me seemed less appealing. The Imperial Preceptor still held the most captivating presence, making it impossible to look away.

Not only the Empress thought so, but the common people and some high-ranking officials were also stunned and could not recover for a long time. Many men blushed and looked shy.

In the crowd, Ye Huai and Zheng Fengjin stared blankly at the people above. If someone hadn't exclaimed in amazement, they probably wouldn't have come back to their senses.

“No wonder you admire her.” Zheng Fengjin muttered to himself. Ye Huai blushed, glared at him reproachfully, and said nothing.

At that moment, he glanced around and was surprised to see Gu Zhongchun's appearance on a carriage.

Ye Huai was somewhat stunned. He wanted to push through the crowd to say hello, but then he realized that the blessing ceremony was about to begin, so he immediately stopped moving.

Qingyu gracefully walked onto the high platform, raised her hands, and her wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, as if she were an immortal descending to earth.

The audience held their breath, as if afraid of disturbing the sacredness of this moment.

Just as the blessing ceremony was about to officially begin, a golden light suddenly descended from the sky and shone on Qingyu.

A mysterious power seemed to be flowing into Qingyu's body from within that golden light.

Qingyu felt a surge of power coursing through her body. She was startled, her eyes trembled, but she quickly regained her composure.

Indeed, being the Imperial Advisor has its advantages. It seems that this Heavenly Dao is quite sensible, as it has been so considerate as to bestow such power upon her.

Everyone below was stunned by the sacred scene before them, and the Queen's eyes were filled with surprise and delight.

In her view, this was a blessing from God for the country!

The blessing ceremony proceeded smoothly, with Qingyu chanting ancient incantations in a clear, ethereal voice that seemed to come from the heavens.

She stood on the high platform, as if draped in golden robes, as if descended from heaven, as if a savior of the world…

Everyone held their breath, staring intently, their hearts pounding with excitement.