Translator: Flying Lines
The Taoist priest shook his head with difficulty and tried to explain it away. “Since... Since I was haunted by nightmares, I have lost my ability of telling fortune.”
The man ruthlessly gazed at the Taoist priest’s quivering lips saying, “Break his hipbone.”
“Stop! Stop, please!” The Taoist priest suddenly screamed, “I... I promise that I have truly lost my ability! I promise! I dare not to tell lies to you! I beg your mercy. Please directly kill me now!”
The man kept quiet for a while and beckoned his guard to let him go aside. Then he suddenly questioned, “You declared that a distinguished girl coming from the north could cure little prince’s heart disease that year, right?”
The Taoist priest quickly nodded answering, “Yes, yes. I got the outcome with Marchioness Deng.”
The man kept asking, “That girl was just a hostage when she first came to Dali. Her mother was a lowest concubine of the King of Northern Di. If she stayed at Northern Di, she would be married to an ordinary officer at best. How could she be regarded as the distinguished girl you were looking for?”
The Taoist priest’s mouth trembled and he kept silent for a long while. He seemed to be too hesitated to say the truth out.
The man’s eyes were filled with frightening atmosphere, which seemed to be a scary warning. “If you dare to hide the truth, I will let you eat the left pills and then die miserably.”
“Wait! Wait!” The Taoist priest quickly said, “Though Princess Mu has a humble background, she is destined to be a queen. In this case, she is the most distinguished girl in the world.”
Obviously, those words shocked the man. After thinking for a while, he kept asking, “Does anyone else know it besides Marchioness Deng and you? Does Viscount Buren know it?”
The Taoist priest quickly shook his head responding, “There... There’s no one else who knows it. Viscount Buren favours his concubines and their sons. He doesn’t get along well with Marchioness Deng. If... If he has gotten to know that little prince is suffered with heart disease, he would have replaced him with another son of his. So... so Viscount Buren should know nothing about it. He... He is also not supposed to know anything about the secret.”
The man didn’t care the Taoist priest anymore. He stood up and walked to the doorway. As he stepped out of the room, his guard, who was staying inside, suddenly drew the knife which was hung on his waist... When the guard walked out, he respectively put on a dark black cloak for his master and left the isolated house with him. “Master, does Viscount Buren really know nothing about the secret that Princess Mu is destined to be the queen?” asked the guard in a small voice.
“Whether he knows it or not, he will trouble us as long as he lives,” answered the man slightly.
The guard bowed and said, “Okay, I see.”
The man and his guard finally left one after another. And soon after that, the small courtyard was on fire.
...
It was the nineteenth year of Jiasheng and the fire broke out on the night of the eighteenth day of March.
The mansion of Viscount Buren burst into flames and all twenty-eight people were dead. Emperor was shocked and send officials of the Supreme Court to carry out an investigation. Three days later, those officials reported that the fire of Viscount Buren’s mansion was caused by an accident in the kitchen. Furthermore, it was early spring and it was too late when the fire was found. So all people were engulfed in the fire.
Emperor treated him with great mercy and held a funeral for Lu Mingqian with the standards of a marquis.
...
That night.
Marquess Ning’s mansion.
Du Heng entered the study holding a tea pot. Sitting on the soft couch, Lu Zhishan blankly gazed at the night view outside the window. Hearing the sound, he turned to Du Heng questioning, “Have you gotten any information about it?”
Du Heng added some hot water for Lu Zhishan and put the tea cup before him saying, “General, officials of the Supreme Court say that it’s just an accident.”
Translator: Flying Lines
The Taoist priest shook his head with difficulty and tried to explain it away. “Since... Since I was haunted by nightmares, I have lost my ability of telling fortune.”
The man ruthlessly gazed at the Taoist priest’s quivering lips saying, “Break his hipbone.”
“Stop! Stop, please!” The Taoist priest suddenly screamed, “I... I promise that I have truly lost my ability! I promise! I dare not to tell lies to you! I beg your mercy. Please directly kill me now!”
The man kept quiet for a while and beckoned his guard to let him go aside. Then he suddenly questioned, “You declared that a distinguished girl coming from the north could cure little prince’s heart disease that year, right?”
The Taoist priest quickly nodded answering, “Yes, yes. I got the outcome with Marchioness Deng.”
The man kept asking, “That girl was just a hostage when she first came to Dali. Her mother was a lowest concubine of the King of Northern Di. If she stayed at Northern Di, she would be married to an ordinary officer at best. How could she be regarded as the distinguished girl you were looking for?”
The Taoist priest’s mouth trembled and he kept silent for a long while. He seemed to be too hesitated to say the truth out.
The man’s eyes were filled with frightening atmosphere, which seemed to be a scary warning. “If you dare to hide the truth, I will let you eat the left pills and then die miserably.”
“Wait! Wait!” The Taoist priest quickly said, “Though Princess Mu has a humble background, she is destined to be a queen. In this case, she is the most distinguished girl in the world.”
Obviously, those words shocked the man. After thinking for a while, he kept asking, “Does anyone else know it besides Marchioness Deng and you? Does Viscount Buren know it?”
The Taoist priest quickly shook his head responding, “There... There’s no one else who knows it. Viscount Buren favours his concubines and their sons. He doesn’t get along well with Marchioness Deng. If... If he has gotten to know that little prince is suffered with heart disease, he would have replaced him with another son of his. So... so Viscount Buren should know nothing about it. He... He is also not supposed to know anything about the secret.”
The man didn’t care the Taoist priest anymore. He stood up and walked to the doorway. As he stepped out of the room, his guard, who was staying inside, suddenly drew the knife which was hung on his waist... When the guard walked out, he respectively put on a dark black cloak for his master and left the isolated house with him. “Master, does Viscount Buren really know nothing about the secret that Princess Mu is destined to be the queen?” asked the guard in a small voice.
“Whether he knows it or not, he will trouble us as long as he lives,” answered the man slightly.
The guard bowed and said, “Okay, I see.”
The man and his guard finally left one after another. And soon after that, the small courtyard was on fire.
...
It was the nineteenth year of Jiasheng and the fire broke out on the night of the eighteenth day of March.
The mansion of Viscount Buren burst into flames and all twenty-eight people were dead. Emperor was shocked and send officials of the Supreme Court to carry out an investigation. Three days later, those officials reported that the fire of Viscount Buren’s mansion was caused by an accident in the kitchen. Furthermore, it was early spring and it was too late when the fire was found. So all people were engulfed in the fire.
Emperor treated him with great mercy and held a funeral for Lu Mingqian with the standards of a marquis.
...
That night.
Marquess Ning’s mansion.
Du Heng entered the study holding a tea pot. Sitting on the soft couch, Lu Zhishan blankly gazed at the night view outside the window. Hearing the sound, he turned to Du Heng questioning, “Have you gotten any information about it?”
Du Heng added some hot water for Lu Zhishan and put the tea cup before him saying, “General, officials of the Supreme Court say that it’s just an accident.”
