Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1404 - 891: Meeting Gift

Baili An let out a cold laugh and said, "Wandao Immortal Alliance indeed has a shady connection with the Underground Dark City."

He glanced at Shen Tu and said, "The Royal Hall can analyze the ambitions of Wandao Immortal Alliance thoroughly, yet you still fully support Ying Xiu’s actions."

Shen Tu’s lips curved into a helpless smile: "Your Highness is well aware of the current situation in the Central Netherworld; there’s an omen of the Demon Path rising.

I have heard that the Demon World has crowned a new king, which has even drawn the attention of the Immortal World, and Langya Demon Sect is leveraging this momentum.

The disciples within the sect have left in droves, seeking the bones of the old Sect Master Zhao He among the kingdoms of the Four Seas, attempting to seize Zhao He’s body to possess the Demon Bone Relics and become a True Demon.

If the Demon Path truly rises, given the precedent from over five hundred years ago, the first target of Langya Demon Sect will surely be our You Dynasty!

Though I know Wandao Immortal Alliance has ulterior motives, we have no choice but to pin our hopes on Ying Xiu. As long as the royal lineage of Central Netherworld does not perish, even if it means sacrificing bravely or feeding oneself to the tiger, what does it matter?"

At this point, Shen Tu smiled, looking at Baili An and said in a deep voice, "Fortunately, Your Highness has arrived."

Baili An exchanged a smile: "It seems the Royal Hall already has a plan for a counterattack."

Shen Tu’s gaze carried some implications: "Your Highness issued a strict order to seal the news of your return, surely you have other plans?

In the current situation, the external Immortal Sect forces are still unaware that Ying Xiu has died.

They only know that their dispatched Immortal Sect disciples died in the Central Netherworld, killed by Loose Cultivator Immortals sent by Wandao Immortal Alliance. No matter how they calculate, they can’t pin this mess on us."

Baili An said, "That old Alliance Hierarch, he must be very eager to meet our Crown Prince Ying Xiu now."

Shen Tu placed his hands within his wide sleeves, and his drooping eyelids seemed less fierce due to the added hint of a smile:

"Shen Tu has roamed between heaven and earth for a millennium, and I know a bit about the art of the Illusion Technique.

Since Gu Sansong wishes to meet Ying Xiu, Your Highness might as well grant him an audience. After all... he wants to use his collaborators, and isn’t that exactly our Central Netherworld’s Crown Prince?"

Are we planning a counterattack?

Baili An chuckled and said, "The Royal Hall thinks just the same as I do."

Shen Tu asked, "When does Your Highness plan to set off?"

Baili An pondered and said, "In three days. During this time, I hope the Royal Hall can help me with one matter first."

Shen Tu understood instantly, his eyes showing a cold glint: "Does Your Highness wish for this old minister to cleanse the dynasty?"

Baili An said, "Today’s court meeting, the attitudes of various forces, I presume the Royal Hall took note, who can stay and who cannot, surely the Royal Hall has thoughts on this.

Although the problem in Central Netherworld is not major, it is indeed a hidden danger. My identity must not be revealed to the outside world, so we must remove this hidden danger without allowing it to spread.

The present Central Netherworld does not seek absolute strength; I only hope that those around me are trustworthy without ulterior motives."

Shen Tu slowly closed his eyes: "I understand Your Highness’s intentions, this old minister will act accordingly."

Those listening were unwarrantedly struck by a bone-chilling sensation, causing them to shiver.

To think that a seemingly orderly and peaceful court meeting concealed such a deadly intent.

If the Royal Hall takes action, it will surely be a bloodbath that shakes the heavens.

The Crown Prince’s actions now demonstrate a resemblance to Ying Ji’s legacy, from two hundred years ago, when the Empress brutally subdued rebellious lords and unleashed a slaughter across the land.

This Central Netherworld has indeed welcomed the rightful ruler.

After Baili An learned some news about Wandao Immortal Alliance from Shen Tu, he organized his thoughts and decided to entrust the task of dealing with the hidden dangers in Central Netherworld to Shen Tu.

After handling some remaining matters, Baili An calculated that it was exactly the hour of You.

He left the National Governance Hall and turned to the kitchen to cook two bowls of chicken and golden broth noodles, sliced two plates of braised beef, fried fish fillet balls, and braised pork.

Not long after, he prepared two boxes filled with food and headed to the sleeping palace.

By now, the sun had completely vanished, palace lanterns were lit inside the Imperial City, the night mist was shallow, and stars barely visible, the window under which Yin Baishuang slept had no light shining through, indicating she was still asleep.

Baili An tiptoed into the palace, lit a small red clay stove, warming the chicken noodle soup and braised pork, then peeked at the girl sleeping soundly on the bed.

Perhaps because the palace hadn’t been inhabited for a while, the room was a bit stuffy; the quilt he had tucked earlier was now slightly untucked, revealing her fair little feet.

Baili An quietly moved over, re-covered her with the quilt, and opened the window slightly, allowing a cool night breeze into the palace, then quietly left.

When he reached the entrance of the Empress Palace, he saw the Imperial Officer He Xingyun pacing back and forth with a worried expression.

At the moment he saw Baili An approaching, his body stiffened, immediately stepping forward to greet him: "Yo... Your Highness."

Baili An looked him over and said, "Your hand is already broken, but you still haven’t given up this thought."

He Xingyun’s face flushed instantly, choked by Baili An’s blunt words.

Baili An directly ignored this audacious rascal and pushed the door to enter the palace.

Ying Ji was inside the palace reviewing memorials; the pile of documents on her desk had noticeably reduced over the past few days.

It seemed that during these three days, she hadn’t stepped out and had focused all her thoughts on these memorials.

In these years, she has been mad at times, but when she returns to normal, her emotions are genuinely stable.