The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 707 - 464. Besieging the Empress (5k)_2

The Young Master said matter-of-factly, "There are many experts around him, making assassination difficult, hence using a magician’s curse killing..."

He stopped halfway, suddenly stunned. Xu Jinglong, after all, was not a fool. His pupils suddenly shook, as if he realized something:

"Father once said that the White Clothes Sect magician who cursed Zhao Douan was lent to us by Prince Mu."

Prince Jing smiled slightly, raised his hand to adjust the fishing rod, and said:

"Understand now? When someone is unlucky, even drinking cold water gets stuck in their teeth. Of course, no one in the world can curse a Heavenly Human to death, but often, to achieve something, all you need is to place a feather on the scales, to create a tiny influence, and that’s enough."

Lu Yaner, who had been silent and feigned indifference all along, spoke seriously:

"What exactly did you do?"

Prince Jing said calmly:

"It’s not about what I did, it’s about what we did. You surely don’t think I alone am obstructing her Sealing, do you?"

...

West of Jiancheng lies Yunfu.

Yunfu Road, Mu Prince Manor.

As one of the "Eight Princes" with real power, slightly less than Prince Jing, Prince Mu had a penchant for military affairs since his youth.

The vast Mu Prince Manor, its architectural style is also rather robust, with strong military camp influences, even the servants and house staff are trained to the standard of soldiers.

Today, outside Mu Prince Manor, the private army belonging solely to Prince Mu tightly sealed it off, not allowing any outsiders to approach.

Inside the Royal Mansion.

On the "drill ground" in the middle courtyard, four sentry towers were set up. At this moment, standing on a sentry tower, clad in armor and wearing full military attire, in his prime, Prince Mu looked down over the scene below.

The vast drill ground was surprisingly occupied by a group of magicians dressed in white.

Over a hundred magicians formed a strange formation, resembling a "Hexagram" array, surrounding their leader at the center.

Every magician was dressed similarly:

A white mourning-styled warlock robe, wielding a Mourning Stick, with a tiny palm-sized coffin hanging at the waist, the coffins varied in color, the deeper the color, the greater their skill.

"Father, can these White Clothes Sect magicians truly interfere with the Sealing Ceremony thousands of miles away?"

On the sentry tower, standing behind Prince Mu, a noble young man also clad in military gear couldn’t help but ask.

The Young Master of Prince Mu had delicate features and a pair of peach blossom eyes, his physique appeared somewhat frail, incongruous with the iron-blooded military attire.

His complexion was not as rosy as Prince Mu’s, the pale skin akin to that of a woman echoed a sense of weakness drained by indulgence.

The entire Yunfu Road knew that the Young Master had marvelous luck with women, especially delighting in enticing married women.

Prince Mu had quite a headache over this, repeatedly lecturing, but the peach-eyed heir was impervious to correction.

"Hmph, one magician can’t do it, but a hundred? Plus numerous prepared artifacts and mediums, perhaps it can."

Though Prince Mu didn’t favor this son, dressed in military attire, he still patiently explained:

"Today, the White Clothes Sect magicians unite to summon the ’Sorrow God.’ Even though separated by mountains and rivers, they can still stir Xu Zhenguan’s ’Life Star’ momentarily, and that moment is enough! It can cause his fortune to drastically decline, from peak luck to misfortune within a year."

Ever fond of married women, the Young Master worriedly said, "But just that, can it harm a Heavenly Human?"

Prince Mu shook his head firmly: "It cannot cause harm."

"Then..."

"But, what if someone can harm them? On the battlefield, two commanders in fierce combat, evenly matched, the outcome, even life and death, often hinges on a stroke of luck. As long as my niece’s luck decreases slightly, it’s enough to change the end result."

At this time, in the Royal Mansion’s drill yard, the female Sect Leader of the White Clothes Sect, standing at the center of the array, with lips seemingly smeared with white ashes, and wearing a pointed white hat, raised her head and exhaled a wisp of white vapor.

Over a hundred Mourning Sticks waved simultaneously, immediately, the previously clear sky was overcast, with swirling ominous winds. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

High above the endless, boundless sky, threads and strands of power converged into an enormous, illusory coffin.

The coffin rose with a boom, suspended in the air, its lid opened like a pair of doors, and inside lay a serene and sleeping illusory Divine with hands crossed over the abdomen.

The "Sorrow God" slowly opened its eyes from slumber, gazing towards the Eastern Luo Mountain.

The Sangmen Star stirred.

...

...

The Capital, Heavenly Master Mansion.

In a small courtyard deep within, the giant banyan tree gently swayed, and within its massive, evergreen crown, a human face appeared and looked at the clear sky.

"Strange...strange...the Emperor Star should have been the brightest today, why has it dimmed?"

"Wake up, wake up."

The banyan tree extended a branch full of leaves, vigorously shaking the old Heavenly Master sleeping on a cane chair beneath it.

Zhang Yan Yi, clad in a black priest robe, tall with narrow eyes, awoke from a shallow dream, listening to the banyan tree’s account.

His expression unchanged, he said:

"The Sealing at this moment is inherently perilous. I told Her Majesty before she headed south, what’s unexpected?"

The banyan tree hesitated and said:

"But didn’t you also promise her..."

Zhang Yan Yi nodded slightly and said:

"I promised her to watch over the Capital, watch over the Divine Dragon Temple. As for the rest, it’s no business of my Heavenly Master Mansion."

The Holy Land of the Daoist stands firm for a millennium, adhering to the principle of non-involvement in secular power struggles.

"Her contention with the Eight Princes, whoever wins or loses, it’s not my place to intervene. It is all fate." Zhang Yan Yi said calmly.

The banyan tree pondered and asked, "What if others intervene?"

Here, "others" naturally referred to the Heavenly Human Realm.

Zhang Yan Yi contemplated briefly, looking towards the East Sea:

"Those capable of threatening Her Majesty are none other than Wu Xiankui and Xuan Yin. Qingshan and the Royal Family of Yu Country have gambled for years. Even breaking the rules is the Royal Family’s own affair. As for Xuan Yin..."