"Yes, Zi Tong, you should go and rest quickly. Grandpa, I can take care of you here." Meng Fusheng hurriedly advised.
"Then thank you for your hard work." Zi Tong was not polite to a few people. He immediately stood up, chatted with Zi Qiong for a few more words, and then went to rest in the Zi Luan Hall not far away.
There was nothing to say all day, and it was already dusk in the blink of an eye.
That night, Zi Tong held a grand banquet in Zi Luan Hall. Not only did he invite Meng Fusheng, Murong Dongli and others, but also all the important officials in Tianji City were present.
Not only that, she also specially sent someone to go to the Star Temple.
As soon as everyone took their seats, someone came in to announce that Luo Yin, the great elder of the Star Temple, had come to see them.
"please!"
Zi Tong loudly announced the order.
Because the position of Purple Holy Envoy in the Star Temple has always been vacant, except for Wei Yang, the master of the Star Temple, the Great Elder Luo Yin is the highest-ranking person in the Star Temple. Which of these ministers dare not respect him.
Everyone present, except Zi Tong, all stood up to greet him.
After a while, Luo Yin had already brought several people in, presented some gifts, and saluted Zi Tong. Zi Tong gave a helpless word and moved Luo Yin to the table headed by him on the right.
After Luo Yin took his seat, he immediately said with a smile, "I don't know that His Majesty's return will be missed from afar. It's just a pity that the master of the palace is not in the temple, so he can't come to see you in person."
Zitong naturally knew that Weiyang must not be here, otherwise, she would have sent someone over at noon to make the promise. If that guy was here, he would have been unable to hold back and come to the palace to see her, and how could he wait until now.
But in front of everyone, Zi Tong couldn't ask Wei Yang whether he had been back in the past six months. He immediately smiled and said, "If the master of the palace is not here, it will be the same if the elder comes. Come, I will give you this first cup."
She picked up the glass, and everyone raised their own glasses.
Zi Tong held the cup to everyone, brought it to her lips, drank the wine, and then stuffed a hangover pill into her mouth.
Beichen was not here, and there was no one to hold back the drinks for her, so she still had to deal with the necessary entertainment.
Putting the cup on the table, she couldn't help but think of Beichen again.
With his personality, I am afraid that the attack on the Gu family and the Ximen family must be advanced, right?!
As Zi Tong expected, when she was hosting a banquet with officials and friends in the Beizhou Imperial Palace, a bloody storm was already brewing in the Central Continent.
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In the Middle Continent, on a forestless mountain peak.
Beichen stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his hands, his dark eyes as bright and cold as the North Star, looking down at the city at the foot of the mountain.
This city is Tiangu City, which is the main city where the Gu family, one of the four tribes in Beizhou Continent, is located.
At this time, the Gu family has also received the news that the assassin's assassination failed. Gu Huairen, the head of the Gu family, is standing in front of the porch, looking at the night and meditating, with his hands behind his back.
Years ago, after negotiating the marriage with the Ximen family, Gu Huairen originally thought that this time, the Gu family and the Ximen family would be able to change the previous situation by joining forces. Who would have thought that in a blood trial, not only Ximen Biluo but also Ximen Biluo would die?
His own son also died at the hands of Zi Tong.
My two sons are both very talented, and both are young heroes.
Now, it was the white-haired man who was sending the black-haired man away. How could Gu Huairen not be sad?
Last time, at least he saw the corpse of his eldest son, but this time, not even half of his body was visible. Gu Huairen was just angry and resentful in his heart.
"Beichen, Zitong... in three days, it will be your death."