AWB Chapter 54 Prayer
Chapter 54 Prayer
Song Yanchen had a meaningful smile on his face, but did not answer directly.
However, he was calm in his heart, as he knew very well that Cui Rong had bluntly postponed her wedding with Crown Prince Song Yanyi in front of the emperor, and her mind was obviously not on the high and mighty crown prince.
Using this, he believed that there was a way to convince Cui Rong to stand on his side.
"That's all I have to say. Don't act rashly. As for the rest, you can do whatever you want."
Although Song Yanchen's tone was light, it carried an irrefutable force.
The man stopped arguing and focused his attention on the pile of memorials on the table. "So what are your plans? How do you calm down this disturbance? If the emperor knew that you were meeting with people from the border here, he would definitely order the whole city to arrest you."
"If it really comes to that, Sixth Prince, don't blame me for not informing you in advance."
There was a hint of threat in his words.
Song Yanchen glanced at him sideways, without any fear in his eyes, "Threat me? No need, I know my limits. Even if the emperor finds out, I have my own way to make him stop, so as not to cause a city-wide manhunt."
"I summoned you here today to remind you to be cautious. Although I am willing to help you, I cannot take all the consequences. Secondly, I am quite curious about how you missed the opportunity when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince returned to the capital."
The other party narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the scene of that day, "When I led my men to arrive, the ship was already empty except for a group of death warriors. It seems that besides you and me, there are other forces that are eyeing the prince's life."
"I have already explained these situations in detail in my letter. Could it be that the Sixth Prince has doubts about my ability?"
Song Yanchen's lips curved into an imperceptible arc, "If I really don't trust you, do you think you can still stand in front of me safely now?"
"I am just curious, besides myself, who else would be so interested in the position of Crown Prince. I am afraid you are worrying too much."
Wen Yinyang, who was standing by, hid in the dark and listened quietly to their conversation. After a while, he left silently.
The amount of information contained in the conversations between Song Yanchen and people from the border areas is staggering.
He needs time to digest it all.
How could he have known this if he hadn't seen this scene by chance?
In order to obtain the supreme imperial power, Song Yanchen actually formed an alliance with border forces in secret.
The moment he stepped out of the palace, he looked up at the bright moon, his eyes flashing with complex emotions.
Since Song Yanchen had no intention of harming Cui Rongrong, he did not intend to interfere too much in this game of power.
He and Song Yanchen each got what they needed, as for how Song Yanchen stirred up trouble in the struggle for imperial power.
That was not what he cared about, but if this struggle affected innocent people, he, Wen Yinyang, would never sit idly by.
After all, how could Song Yanchen be the only one who has the dream of wearing a dragon robe and dominating the world?
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The next morning, when the dawn broke, Cui Rong had just finished putting on her makeup when her sister Cui Yunhe came to her facing the rising sun.
The two of them hurriedly finished their breakfast in the early morning light and then got ready to go.
The distance from the luxurious and solemn Cui Mansion to the quaint and quiet Taoist temple is quite long.
What's more, the unexpected light snow last night covered the road along the way with a layer of fine silver gauze, making the already winding path even more slippery.
For this reason, the carriage had to slow down and every step was extremely cautious.
Therefore, the two sisters decided to set off early so as not to miss the time for praying in the Taoist temple.
Inside the carriage, the warm fur cushions kept out the cold from outside. Cui Rongrong and Cui Yunhe sat opposite each other, chatting and laughing.
Their topics jumped between family trivia and neighborhood anecdotes, and silvery laughter could be heard from time to time.
However, the good times did not last long. Just as the two sisters were immersed in laughter and joy, the carriage suddenly encountered an unexpected bump.
Cui Rongrong reacted quickly, and almost instinctively stretched out her arms to steady her sister Cui Yunhe who was about to fall beside her.
Although there was concern on her face, she didn't open her mouth to ask.
A burst of scolding mixed with dissatisfaction and threats had penetrated the cold air outside the car and reached my ears.
Outside the car window, a servant in gorgeous clothes was pointing at the coachman and loudly accusing him. His arrogant attitude made people look sideways.
"Look at your driving skills. The road is wide, but you drive close to it. What if you disturb my young master? Can you bear the consequences?"
The servant's words were full of disdain and warning.
The driver looked terrified and kept apologizing, but it was obvious that the other party was not going to let him go easily.
Just when the atmosphere was tense, another calm and magnetic voice intervened at the right time, effectively curbing the impending conflict.
"I still need to rush to the temple on time to pray for my grandmother. I must not miss the auspicious time."
The voice was gentle yet majestic, and it was clearly audible even through the chaotic noise.
After hearing this, the servant agreed verbally.
However, he still angrily uttered a final warning, and then drove away in the magnificent carriage that his master was riding in.
Cui Rong gently lifted the car curtain, her eyes closely following the receding convoy, a thoughtful look between her brows.
The familiar sound echoed in my mind, clear and pleasant, but it was difficult to immediately capture its source.
Until the moment they stepped into the Taoist temple, Cui Yunhe was attracted by the solemn and sacred scene before her and stopped in her tracks.
In the vast white snow scene, the Taoist temple appears even more otherworldly, tranquil and holy.
She gently held Cui Rong's hand and whispered her feelings about this devout faith.
Cui Rongrong carefully reminded her sister to be careful of the slippery snow under her feet. The two sisters held hands and supported each other.
As you step into the main hall, the sight before you is awe-inspiring, with believers either kneeling or worshipping.
Facing the statues of the Three Pure Ones, they silently recited their wishes in their hearts.
The two sisters were no exception. They knelt side by side on the cushions and offered incense money sincerely. Then, under the guidance of the little Taoist priest, they went to the side hall to draw their own destiny lots.
The moment the bamboo stick falls to the ground.
Cui Rong's fortune showed good luck, while Cui Yunhe's fortune showed slightly bad luck. This result made her frown and a hint of worry flashed in her eyes.
"Why is this happening?"
She whispered to herself, feeling mixed emotions.
"The fortune is just a guide for life, don't worry too much about it."
Cui Rongrong patted the back of her sister's hand and comforted her gently, "Our destiny is ultimately in our own hands."
Hearing this, Cui Yunhe's gloom in her heart eased a little, but just as she was about to return the sign tube.
The lottery tube slipped out of his hand and the lottery notes scattered all over the floor. A trace of anger flashed across Cui Yunhe's face. He was about to explode, but immediately realized his gaffe and hurriedly bowed his head to apologize.
The other party did not give up, and this scene attracted curious glances from people around.