Chapter 635: Grand Servan (1/2)

Long Luofu couldn’t stay calm while her eyes flashed: “Bring it here.”

The middle-aged man respectfully took out the jade talisman. One female official came over to take it and handed it to Long Luofu. Her eyes turned brighter after reading the content.

She looked around and said: “All of you, leave.”

The middle-aged man and six female officials left then closed the door to the palace.

Empress Dowager Hua asked: “What’s Feng Feiyun’s message?”

“He caught Beiming Ruo at Jiang Pass, crippled her cultivation, and ordered the martial army to secretly escort her here.” Luofu said with a ruminating smile.

Empress Dowager Hua chuckled: “That bitch deserves it. We can’t let her come back to the capital alive because the royal faction might spare her due to her status as a consort. If she were to see the Imperial Sire, then there’s even less of a chance of her dying. We must kill her to eliminate a potential problem in the future. We must.”

A murderous plan inside this palace was concocted - a death sentence for Consort Beiming.

After ample preparation, Long Luofu contemplated even more. Why did Beiming Ruo go to the border? And why was Feiyun there?

A ruler needed to deduce many things from a single information and be more insightful than regular people, seeing more than just the surface.

‘Beiming Potian fled from the capital after his faction was destroyed. He managed to invite that slumbering ancestor from Nether Mound and earned the leadership over what’s left of the Beiming.’

‘He is a brilliant talent fueled with hatred on top of possessing three counties in the northeast of Clearsky Prefecture - Mulberry Mound, Destiny, and Falling Shell. That’s more than 480 cities ranging over 30,000 miles. The Beiming is certainly weakened but they have hidden forces and spies everywhere in Jin. Even though we have sent a kill decree, we still can’t find all of these hidden experts.’

‘He’s doing everything to topple Jin, recruiting armies and forming alliances. I’m sure he’ll march for the capital in a few years.’

‘Beiming Ruo probably wants to form an alliance with a big tribe in Jin, but why was Feiyun there? Where has he been this last year?’

She held the arm of her throne while murmuring to herself: “Ask the Grand Preceptor for government affairs, the Grand Servant for anything else.”

This was a piece of advice left behind by her father. She thought of it and instantly disappeared from the palace.

The next second, she merged outside of the Highest Shrine.

The door slowly opened as if the person inside knew that she would be visiting.

This shrine contained the avatars of the various emperors, a forbidden ground of the royal clan. This was her first time actually entering the area. It looked empty and didn’t have a ceiling at the very top, looking just like a yellow sky.

An old man sat beneath a massive avatar, burning incense and murmuring while looking quite solemn.

He wore a white ceremonial robe. This was the Grand Servant, the title of the imperial tomb keeper.

There was no leaving once taking this job so he would never leave the shrine. This was everything to him now.

“Your Majesty, today isn’t a ceremonial day, you must have something important to ask?” He placed the three burning incense sticks onto the tripod. Smoke continued to linger in the air.

Luofu felt something unfathomable from this man. She doesn’t know his age but her father told her that this old man has already looked like this since his reign.

She stood with a perfect posture and an impeccable aura: “I want to know what happened recently in Ancient Jiang and what will happen soon.”

The servant brought over a cauldron filled with water. He pulled up his sleeves, revealing a pair of young hands not in tune with his age and carefully washed them.

Next, he cut his wrist and blood flowed into the cauldron. Strangely enough, this liquid was white.

The clear water also turned white and emitted plenty of white smoke. Next, the entire cauldron was white and started shaking loudly with metallic clanking.

He leaned in towards the opening for a good listen. His old face became more serious before suddenly getting on his knees and bowed his head towards Luofu: “A bloody disaster is coming. A heretical supreme has appeared in Ancient Jiang with enough pressure to affect the capital.”

“Which one?” Luofu asked.