Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 432 I Have Already Met This Person

"Your Majesty, please stand up for me and the Prince!"

Inside the Imperial Palace, the second Prince, upon hearing the Empress’s tearful plea, couldn’t help but clean out his ears.

After the morning court session, several Princes and the State Preceptor Jiutu had been kept in the Imperial Study Room to discuss the Heaven Worshipping Ceremony that was to be held in three days.

The ceremony stemmed from what Yingruo had said when interpreting the Emperor’s dream: after the construction of Zhaixing Pavilion, they should seek someone born on the night of a full moon, using blood as a medium with the Seven Stars Moon Map to dispel the ominous ’Xueyue’.

Initially, the Princes hadn’t taken the matter very seriously—it was just a dream, after all. Why make such a fuss about it?

But of late, when attending court, they noticed that their father’s complexion was getting worse.

Not only that, but his temper also seemed much more volatile.

In recent days, when civil and military officials attended court, their words were considerably more restrained, fearing that one wrong sentence might displease the Dragon’s Face and bring trouble upon themselves.

At that moment, the three Princes were contemplating how to speak up. They naturally wanted to avoid this thankless and troublesome task if possible.

But the Empress had come, and had even exaggerated the incident where Shi Zhou, Shen Xiheng, and others had threatened her.

The three Princes knew nothing of the matter and were somewhat astonished after hearing it.

Only Jiutu, who knew the whole story, knitted his brows, patiently waiting for the Empress to finish her twisted tale before he stood up and said, "On that day, Shen indeed spoke disrespectfully to Your Majesty and the Princess. But it was inadvertent, and I hope Your Majesty can be magnanimous and forgive them this once."

His intention in saying this was not to side with the Empress but to subtly remind her that the fault from beginning to end was hers and Qiya’s. She should not have made such a big fuss about the incident.

The Empress pretended to wipe away tears while casting a covert glare at Jiutu.

She wouldn’t have brought up the matter in front of His Majesty when all three Princes were in the palace, had she been able to swallow her pride.

Moreover, with Shi Zhou and Shen Xiheng not present, whatever she said would stand unchallenged.

What she hadn’t anticipated was that Jiutu had made up his mind not to take her side.

The atmosphere turned chilly for a moment, then the Empress, with a flicker in her eyes and a sneer in her tone, indignantly said, "The State Preceptor speaks as if it were a light matter! I am the Empress; how can I allow them to run amok in the harem!"

With the conversation having reached this point, Jiutu knew better than to say more and remained silent.

The Empress was confident he wouldn’t expose her, so her arrogance grew even more pronounced, "Those two, relying on their status as envoys from Dazhao, dared such offense. If we continue to indulge them, who knows what more trouble they’ll cause."

A flicker of disgust passed through Jiutu’s eyes; the Empress was truly foolish.

And he, caught in the middle, faced thankless tasks from both sides.

Ultimately, it was the Emperor who, with a deep voice, cut off the Empress, "Be silent!"

He had been irritable for days, and hearing the Empress’s tactless words only darkened his expression, "As the master of the harem, yet you babble like a common market woman."

The Empress, rebuked, turned pale and tried to defend herself, "This consort has no such intention, it’s only that..."

The Emperor, waving his hand, interrupted her, coldly commanding, "Withdraw."

With resentment, the Empress stomped her foot and left unwillingly.

After her departure, the three Princes who had been standing by all heaved a sigh of relief in unison.

Jiutu’s expression was indifferent, but the frost in his brows showed that he, too, was greatly dissatisfied with the Empress’s behavior, though his position prevented him from expressing it openly.

The Second Prince’s peripheral vision caught the First Prince’s face, already dark as the bottom of a pot, and he felt even more pleased inside. When he opened his mouth to speak, his tone was unavoidably a bit more light-hearted, "Father, between your sons, my elder brother is calm and composed. Entrusting this matter to him would be most appropriate."

No sooner had his voice faded than the Seventh Prince immediately followed up, echoing, "The Second Brother’s words are indeed reasonable."

The Emperor swept his gaze over the two of them, his emotions unreadable, before finally landing on the First Prince, "Since both of your younger brothers are recommending you, I will entrust this matter to you to handle."

The First Prince had no choice but to accept, "Your son will devote all his heart and effort to it."

Once this issue was resolved, the Emperor didn’t keep them longer and let the three Princes leave first, but he said to Jiutu, "State Preceptor, stay behind. I have something to ask you."

Jiutu gave a slight nod and, only after the three Princes had left, did he speak up, "May I know what Your Majesty wishes to inquire about?"

The Emperor, looking fatigued, rubbed his brow, "Yesterday, I summoned the Saintess, and she brought up a matter."

At these words, a flicker passed through Jiutu’s eyes.

The Emperor, having reached this point, slowly closed his eyes, recalling the scenes from the previous day.

"Your Majesty need not worry. Zhaixing Pavilion has been completed. In just three days, the problem can be resolved." In the great hall, Yingruo addressed him in her usual calm and cold voice. She did not show any panic in front of the Emperor’s wrath, standing there expressionless, resembling the white jade statue within the Holy Maiden Temple.

However, there was not a trace of a smile on her face, nor a glimmer of compassion in her eyes, only a detached gaze upon all beings.

Hearing it would still take three days, the Emperor grew restless, asking with an anxious tone, "Why must we wait another three days?"

In the past half-month, he had been tormented by Xueyue, with dense red veins suffusing his eyes, making him look considerably haggard.

Every time he closed his eyes, a blood moon would hang in the darkness in front of him, piercingly red and emitting a thick stench of blood.

The Imperial Physician had prescribed him numerous calming remedies, but they were of little effect.

Having hardly awaited the completion of Zhaixing Pavilion, he thought he could finally bid farewell to this nightmare only to hear Yingruo say it would take three more days, and he immediately grew angry.

Yingruo lowered her gaze slightly, responding neither too slowly nor too quickly, "Your Majesty, please be calm. As the saying goes, ’The sun shifts at its zenith, the moon wanes when full.’ To resolve Xueyue, we must wait for the moment when the yang energy is at its peak. Furthermore, we also need to wait for a certain person."

"Who?" the Emperor asked with displeasure, furrowing his brows.

As a supreme ruler, he was accustomed to others waiting for his decisions, and never before had anyone dared to make him wait.

Yingruo said, "Someone born on the night of the full moon."

The Emperor, recalling this, furrowed his brows and said, "It has been ten days, and the State Preceptor can’t find a single person?"

Yingruo’s brows knitted slightly as she looked up at him, speaking calmly, "Your Majesty is not aware that finding someone born on the night of the full moon is not difficult, but the challenge lies in their status. Only someone with the fate of the noble can suppress Xueyue."

Hearing this, the Emperor also felt a headache coming on.

The noble were none other than his own Princes and Princesses, as well as the nobles within the Imperial City. But if there were any among them born on the night of the full moon, the State Preceptor would have already brought that person forward.

Yet Yingruo said, "Your Majesty need not be anxious. Within three days, we will certainly find this individual."

The Emperor’s eyes brightened, "Is this true, Holy Maiden?"

Yingruo’s lips curved up in a slight smile, responding, "Of course."

With this memory, the Emperor opened his eyes and looked at Jiutu standing before him. His face showed undeniable concern mixed with hope as he asked, "State Preceptor, can you truly find this person within three days?"

Jiutu lowered his gaze and answered, "Your Majesty need not worry, for I have already met this individual."

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