Princess Xiangsi - Chapter 43
"On Mount Tianshan, there is a wondrous flower. At the very last moment of a solar eclipse, a completely black lotus flower, called the Night Lotus, will bloom on the cliffs of Mount Tianshan. The Night Lotus is a rare sight, appearing only once every hundred years. When made into a sleeping potion, if the antidote has not been taken beforehand, even if a martial artist uses their internal energy to resist it, they will surely bleed from all seven orifices and die within seven days. If the poisoned person is also converted, then the two people can never have sexual relations for the rest of their lives, otherwise they will both die from the poison attacking their hearts. However, if the person does not possess martial arts skills, the Night Lotus will not have any effect." The old monk's face was grave.
Suddenly, Li Ge's words echoed in her mind: "Never have sexual relations with men."
Feng Xue trembled, biting her lip tightly. Li Ge...
"...Abbot, is there any way to save them?"
The old monk shook his head, and Feng Xue's face suddenly turned pale and filled with despair.
Seeing Feng Xue's expression, the old monk couldn't bear it. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "There is a way. There is a kind of pill called the Soul-Dew Pill, which can cure all poisons. However, there is only one in the world, and it can only save one person."
Feng Xue's face instantly flushed red. She seemed not to have heard the last sentence, and her eyes were filled with undisguised joy.
On the day Jun Wuhen became the leader of the martial arts world, various gangs and the imperial court sent gifts to the palace. Among them, one gang, in order to preserve its own strength, specially presented the unique Soul-Dew Pill, which astonished the world at the time.
We'll snatch that Soul-Dew Pill even if we have to!
"Thank you, Abbot." Feng Xue clasped her hands in thanks and left.
When Situ Xingyun entered the meditation room, he was slightly startled to see the serious-looking old monk, but quickly regained his composure. He handed the fortune slip to the old monk.
The old monk was shocked upon seeing this, his eyes filled with fear. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that Situ Xingyun was surrounded by a menacing dragon aura.
He shook his head repeatedly, saying, "What a strange divination! What a strange divination! You actually drew this divination that has never been drawn before."
Situ Xingyun asked, puzzled, "What is the meaning of the divination slip?"
"I'm sorry, I cannot interpret this divination slip. If I were to interpret it, I would surely be punished by heaven." The old monk shook his head and waved his hand. "Please return home soon!"
When Situ Xingyun and Feng Xue left the old monk's meditation room, their faces were tense. On the way back in the carriage, they remained silent, and the air became heavy.
Inside the temple.
After Situ Xingyun and Feng Xue left, the young monk entered the meditation room. He wasn't particularly surprised to see his master's somber expression. He knew that once his master entered the meditation room, he would become extremely serious, and all his unserious actions and expressions would disappear.
"Master, why did those two benefactors look so heavy-hearted when they left? I remember they drew mostly the best fortune sticks."
“My disciple, the outcome of the divination will vary from person to person.”
"What kind of fortune slips did those two benefactors draw?" the young monk asked, puzzled.
The old monk shook his head and sighed, "One of them is indeed the best fortune, but she will have to go through many hardships to achieve enlightenment. As for the other one, even your master is unable to interpret it."
The old monk sighed.
His weathered eyes gazed at the azure sky outside.
Things are about to change! That imperial divination slip...
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Volume One: Among the Folklorists, There is a Woman Named Qingyun Hongdou
The result of the divination that day was something that Situ Xingyun and Feng Xue seemed to understand each other perfectly, neither of them told the other, but their relationship remained harmonious.
Not long after returning home, news arrived from the palace that Consort Dong was pregnant. The Emperor was overjoyed, and the Dong family received countless rewards, making them the Emperor's favorites. Even the Empress had to give Consort Dong some deference.
As the saying goes, "When one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."
"Xue'er, why do you look so unhappy? You should be happy to hear this news, as the Emperor's throne will have a successor. And Xue'er doesn't need to worry about inheriting the throne." Situ Xingyun put a piece of food into Feng Xue's bowl.
The servants standing by all smiled with satisfaction.
“Consort Dong has always been arrogant and domineering, and she has been eyeing the Empress’s position covetously. Now that she is pregnant with the Emperor’s child, I’m afraid the Empress Dowager will be in a difficult position.” Feng Xue’s eyes were full of worry.
Situ Xingyun patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Even though Consort Dong has given birth to the Crown Prince, the Empress is still the mother of the nation and the Emperor's wife of many years. Consort Dong won't make things difficult for the Empress. Xue'er, don't worry about it. Eat more and get plump so you can give birth to a son for the Prince's Mansion."
"Xingyun!" Feng Xue blushed slightly and bit her lip. Her shy appearance made the servants beside her secretly laugh.
She lowered her eyes, slowly chewing the food in her mouth, concealing the complex emotions in her eyes.
At night, whenever Situ Xingyun tried to touch her, she gently refused. But Situ Xingyun was not angry; he simply held her quietly until dawn.
She knew that he had begun to secretly send some of his concubines away and that he rarely went to brothels anymore.
But she felt uneasy whenever she thought about what the abbot had said.
"Xue'er... Xue'er..."
Suddenly, she heard Situ Xingyun's voice. She snapped out of her reverie, raised her eyes, and smiled gently, "Xingyun, don't worry. I'm savoring the food now! Tonight's dishes are much more delicious than usual."
"Master Steward, who cooked tonight's dishes?" Situ Xingyun asked.
"Your Highness, it was made by Chef Zhang."
“It’s rare to see the Princess so happy. Steward, go and give her a reward.” Then, he put some more food into her bowl. “Xue’er, you’re easily chilled, eat more meat.”
“Mm,” Feng Xue replied.
When Feng Xue and Situ Xingyun had eaten about 70-80% of their fill, the head steward stepped forward and respectfully said, "Your Highness, the jewelry you ordered from Zhenpinxuan last time has been delivered."