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"Then let's hold off for now. Perhaps in the future, I will still have a chance to ask for it together," Qi Xiaomian said, looking at Sang Qingxiao's smiling face as he brought up an unhappy matter. "Xiaoxiao, if this is truly the doing of Sang Bai Jue, it is indeed a bit much."
Sang Qingxiao nodded in agreement, feeling sorrow for the innocent lives lost. "If he continues like this, I might find myself opposing him."
Sang Qingxiao simply responded with a soft "oh."
"And what about you?" Qi Xiaomian pressed on. "Would you stand against me?"
Sang Qingxiao looked at him and replied, "As I told you before, I am just myself."
"During your time providing disaster relief, I won't be idle either. I will get to the bottom of this matter!" Qi Xiaomian declared. "If it is indeed him, I will question him—has he forgotten? The only purpose of the Sang Family Army is to protect the citizens. If they are used as bait and abandoned by the people, what is there left to discuss about the Sang Family Army?"
"Be careful," Qi Xiaomian advised. "Use your strength wisely as before; do not put yourself in danger. If you need help, seek out Qi Shuo; I've already spoken to him."
After a lengthy series of reminders that nearly put Sang Qingxiao to sleep, she finally grew impatient and sent him away. Qi Xiaomian then entered the palace again and stayed until evening before heading out of the city.
In Jingjing City, every household had a dull New Year. Very few set off firecrackers, and the streets were eerily quiet. The bright red decorations had been quietly taken down, replaced by a muted shade of red that was sparse.
There were indeed some rumors circulating in the city, suggesting that the emperor was unkind and that natural disasters would follow. Although Xuande Emperor appeared to be a monarch, there were certainly issues behind the scenes; otherwise, why would heaven punish the Great Jing Dynasty?
The Court had anticipated such rumors and swiftly suppressed them as soon as they arose. While the people may not have spoken openly about their thoughts, their true feelings remained unvoiced.
However, the populace was known for their short memories; time could wash away everything—as long as no further incidents occurred.
After the New Year, news arrived from Yong Huai that those coming to handle Wisdom Supreme's remains would soon enter the capital, and among them was Yuanhui.
Yuanhui must be at least eighty by now. The last time I saw him was quite some time ago; he looked incredibly aged and frail from years of vegetarianism, appearing as if he could leave this world at any moment yet somehow managed to hold on for over a year.
He hadn't left the temple in decades and only made an appearance during significant events. This time he traveled such a long distance—was he really just here to handle Wisdom Supreme's affairs?
"I don't know much about Master Yuanhui," Misha remarked. "In my ten years at the temple, I've only seen him four times."
Sang Qingxiao expressed her feelings about him; his appearance did not resemble that of a monk.
Yet based on his experiences, he was indeed an Enlightened Monk. The temple believed that after his Parinirvana, there would be relics left behind. Preparations for the Parinirvana ceremony had been underway for years, but they had waited year after year while my master got ahead of him.
He surely couldn't compare to my master. Recalling his surprised yet slightly envious expression still filled me with a sense of pride.
Yuanhui entered the capital one afternoon alone without any companions, maintaining an extremely low profile. He entered through the South Gate and walked straight to The Office of Censors without showing any signs of discomfort. He even politely greeted Sang Qingxiao at Small Tavern.
When his eyes landed on Misha, he smiled warmly. He seemed to have lost even more weight.
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