Free Web NovelIn the seating area of the major Sects, this place was already within reach of the Golden Dragon Palace.
The few people who could pass through here, whether they were royalty, nobles, or even powerful figures of the Jianghu, would respectfully bow.
The person they bowed to was a silver-haired old woman, whose woven robes were clearly not of this world's style, and whose pupils glowed with a faint golden light, her aura seemingly not of this world.
“Achoo!”
Tian Miao, who was beside her, sneezed and scratched her chin in confusion.
“Someone is thinking of you.”
It took the old woman a while to react.
“Who would miss a disciple like me? Li Mo? We’ve already helped him, so he wouldn’t bother, right?”
Tian Miao looked into the distance and saw Empress Chu Ge, who had just passed the Wu Gate.
She asked {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} with some confusion:
“Master, why did you rank the Empress second this time?”
“Then who do you think is superior?” the old woman countered.
“Of course, Miss Ying Bing... but the Empress is, after all, of noble status.” Tian Miao was still puzzled.
“No.”
Yantian Laolao stroked her staff, squinted, and lowered her voice:
“In the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, in terms of nobility, none can surpass her.”
“Hmm?”
Tian Miao was stunned.
None can surpass her—who exactly was this “her”?
Master didn't explain, but she actually had another way to verify it.
Recently, her divination skills had a Breakthrough, allowing her to see more of the future, so... she could observe Miss Ying Bing and Empress Chu Ge separately; whoever made her spit more blood would be the one Master was referring to... However, after a moment of thought, she ultimately did not act on her curiosity, as looking around recklessly in Dijin might lead to unforeseen consequences.
Just as the crowd became noisy and discussions rained down, the bronze carriage slowly moved forward a bit, and Li Mo emerged first, jumping out of the carriage.
It was well known that Li Mo was not a buhua juese.
But it was impossible for only him to be in his carriage.
Countless gazes converged on the bronze carriage, eager to catch a glimpse of the woman who could surpass the Empress of Great Yu, and what she looked like today.
A slender hand drew back the curtain, and the person inside stood up to face the sunlight, her hundred-bird phoenix coronet gently swaying, her dress, unique in the world, could not steal the show, merely serving as a humble foil to her face, which was cold, elegant, and noble.
Moreover, her nobility was innate, unrelated to her identity or status.
When the Tyndall effect appeared, light took on a shape.
When she stood there, beauty became personified.
Especially when she held Li Mo's hand, a wisp of Immortal Qi added a lively charm.
Ding-a-ling—
The wind chimes on the eaves of the carriage rang with exceptional clarity.
Whoosh... Heavenly maidens scattered flowers from an unknown source, transforming into a sky full of falling petals, swirling down like west wind sweeping up a thousand piles of snow.
That's right!
“Since we’re here.”
Li Mo murmured, clutching the Mirage Divine Pearl.
So what if the Empress had a grand entrance?
We can add special effects!
Ying Bing glanced at him, finding it both amusing and a little helpless.
Let him be... Everyone was momentarily speechless, feeling that witnessing this scene made their lives worthwhile.
“Wife, honestly, this one is truly prettier than you. Even if you rip off my ears, I’d rather die than surrender!”
“Why do I feel like her face has changed in an indescribable way, yet it’s different from before?”
“Will she perform today? I still vividly remember her sword dance at the Casting Assembly.”
“Clearly, she won’t.”
“Why?”
“Li Shaoxia is the sponsor of the Hundred Flowers Gathering! Look at his bared teeth; do you think he’d let Han Xianzi perform for others?”
“Damn, I wondered why he inexplicably spent so much money. So the root cause is here.”
...At this moment.
Empress Chu Ge, surrounded by palace maids, had passed the Wu Gate, but suddenly stopped, turning back to look deeply.
Her gaze was complex, filled with longing and envy, impossible to describe in a single word.
“So beautiful...”
The palace maid supporting her was also entranced, her eyes unable to move away.
The palace maid suddenly shivered, noticing the Empress’s gaze on her, and lowered her head, feeling a chill.
“This slave deserves to die.”
“Everyone loves beauty, and how could I be a jealous person?”
Empress Chu Ge gently patted her hand:
“Go to the ancestral temple of the imperial clan and invite Second Uncle Ancestor.”
“Yes.”
Upon hearing this, an inconspicuous maid’s eyes subtly shifted, looking at her outside the Wu Gate, and him holding her hand, then turned towards a corner... Entrance to the Gathering.
The entire Dijin could see the Hundred Flowers Gathering, but most people could only watch it via 'broadcast' through the jiangshan sheji map, while those queuing to attend in person were all extraordinary individuals.
Among them were many scholars from the National Academy with prominent family backgrounds.
Some were so excited that they felt inspired to compose poetry on the spot, ready to wield their brushes to express their feelings.
“Han Xianzi... truly a beautiful Fairy...”
Song Qian was stunned for a long time, then suddenly exclaimed, “I want to write a poem too!”
“Don’t be like this, Song Qian, don’t be like this.”
“Poetry? How dare you present your clichés?”
“Quick, break his brush! Don’t let this person bring shame to our National Academy!”
His classmates, knowing his limited literary talent, quickly stopped him.
One of them curiously looked at the servants beside Song Qian, asking in confusion:
“Song Qian, when did you change all your attendants?”
Upon hearing this, Lu Tangzhu of the Qingmu Association, who was by Song Qian’s side, along with the accompanying servants, all tensed slightly.
That’s right, those following Song Qian, including Lu Tangzhu in disguise, were all members of the Demon Summoning Sect.
The Martial Dao of Confucianism was very strange; it wasn't quite martial arts, and there might be a way to expose their identities.
“None of your business.”
Song Qian snorted, quite displeased with the attempt to snatch his brush.
At this moment, someone whispered something into the ear of the questioning scholar, whose face changed drastically. He instinctively covered his backside and quickly distanced himself from Song Qian as if avoiding a plague.
Song Qian: “?”
He felt that the other person had said something very impolite.
“Young Master, let’s go in first.”
The Hall Master of Blood Refinement, in his Incarnation as Lu Tangzhu, said calmly.
“You go first, I’ll wait here for a bit.”
Song Qian stood stubbornly, craning his neck to look ahead.
“Alright, then we shall go ahead.”
Lu Tangzhu had no choice but to hand the golden invitation to the Purple-Robed Eunuch at the entrance.
“Last time, my father called Li Mo his brother, it must have been for official business. Now that the Hundred Flowers Gathering is a foregone conclusion, hmph hmph...”
Song Qian thought to himself secretly.
In officialdom, when you need someone, you beg and plead, but when they’re no longer useful, it’s common to kick them aside.
He wasn't afraid now... “Oh, Lord Song.”
Just as he was thinking, Song Baiyue poked his head out of the carriage behind him, was helped out, and also arrived at the entrance.
Old Song was disoriented, and the scene was very noisy, so he genuinely didn't see his unlucky son.
“Sword Master Li, Han Xianzi.”
The Purple-Robed Eunuch first greeted Li Mo and Ying Bing, then looked at Lord Song, his voice sharp and high-pitched:
“Oh, Lord Song, His Majesty waited for your report yesterday and urged this humble one to find you three times. Have you perhaps forgotten His Majesty?”
“His Majesty is broad-minded, so it doesn’t matter, but this humble one cannot bear to see the Dragon’s health in jeopardy, so I must have a good talk with you.”
Lord Song immediately saw that the other party was picking a fight with him, trying to extort him.
But he had indeed forgotten about the report last night... Song Baiyue: “Later, I’ll invite the Eunuch to Fengyue Small Building for a chat, we can talk properly...”
Li Mo: “...”
Old Song was truly not sober yet. Although Fengyue Small Building now did legitimate business, in many people's minds, it was not so.
Aren't you asking a eunuch to visit a brothel?
Indeed, the Purple-Robed Eunuch didn't buy it, and his face turned very ugly:
“Lord Song, what exactly did you do last night?”
“I...”
Song Baiyue realized he had said the wrong thing, but found it hard to explain, as he truly hadn't done anything proper.
He could only look at Li Mo.
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“...”
Li Mo truly hadn't expected it.
Old Song could actually say that! No wonder he rose quickly in rank; his thick skin was comparable to a Mystic Weapon.
“???”
Young Master Song felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
What the hell, his seniority had dropped again?
