Ya Ge shook his head and coldly gave the order to expel the guests: "Uncle Emperor, please come back."
"..." Xuanyuan Wenqi had nothing to say again. He could only turn around and sigh all the way.
Ya Ge crossed her legs again and meditated into concentration.
But how can the heart be calm?
Yongling, Yongling......
Even calling this name in her heart made her heart hurt unbearably.
Unknowingly, this name has been deeply imprinted on the deepest part of my soul.
The name is the shortest spell, bound like silk.
Silent and painless, just like invisible shackles.
It's as if sadness is blended into prayer,
When I call that name, it's like a ray of sunshine falling on an extremely cold place.
Just a little bit is so warm that it makes people cry.
"If this is my fate, for him, I am willing!" At this moment, she was as determined as she could be, no matter how hard she hit the wall, she could not be shaken.
It's night, midnight.
The palace bells rang loudly and there was chaos.
I could vaguely hear the slaves exclaiming loudly: "Oh my god, the black mandala is blooming, blooming...and here, look, it is also blooming here..."
There are even more slaves talking about——
"Summer has just arrived, why is it blooming already?"
"No, this mandala has not bloomed for many years since the Holy Queen. How come it suddenly bloomed with black flowers?"
"Could it be a warning from God?"
...
In an instant, rumors started to spread, and they got out of hand.
The ministers of the court were summoned to the palace overnight. The Wenxuan Palace had never had such a late night meeting with the ministers holding candles to discuss matters.
"Your Majesty, the mandala is my pilgrim flower. It is a flower of joy. It has not bloomed for many years. Its sudden blooming at this time must be a warning from heaven. This is a good sign."
Hu Jianhui, the elder of the two dynasties and the imperial censor, spoke with certainty.
He was Xuanyuan Liuche's confidant. How could he not know the holy will at this time? Naturally, he told Xuanyuan Liuche what he wanted to hear.
The old emperor was in high spirits. He stroked his chin and asked with a subtle smile: "Oh? According to Hu Qing, what kind of sign is this?"