northernbook Chapter 227 I am willing to give you a chance
Chapter 227 I am willing to give you a chance
"Ling Bao, can you figure out where the prince is?" Shang Qi lowered his head and tapped, afraid that his words would be heard by others.
Qiu Ling pursed her lips and smiled: "Of course, but I need the year, month, day and specific time of the prince's birth. It would be best if I have an item he used. With the emperor's blood as a guide, I can find him."
The three men looked at each other. What kind of existence was their wives? Interstellar technology was very advanced. Everyone had already determined that the prince had been killed, but the emperor and Concubine Xu still held a glimmer of hope and did not issue an order to stop searching for the prince. It can be said that as long as the prince appeared in certain specific occasions, he would be detected.
More than a hundred years have passed and there is still no news, unless the prince lives on a planet inhabited by poor people who are beyond the reach of interstellar technology!
Wu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Lingling, how sure are you?"
Qiu Ling lowered his eyes and looked at the thin layer of golden blessing on his body. "100%, but I need a few days to perform the ritual to find him. But Wu Yan, does your uncle really want him to come back?"
During the time she was on the shuttle, she watched a lot of TV dramas. Many of them were palace fighting dramas with princes fighting for the throne, and the emperor being afraid of his own son, and so on.
Wu Yan smiled and touched her head. "No one would reject his own bloodline, not to mention that he is a high and mighty emperor. With a biological son, he would be willing to give up the throne even if he was asked to do so now."
Others think that position is good, but the closer you are to that position, the more you understand how difficult it is for the superior. The emperor is not only our family member, but also the emperor of the entire interstellar empire.
If he were given a choice, perhaps he would not want to take this path. Wouldn't it be better to be an idle prince?"
Qiu Ling chuckled and nodded, "Then I'll do my best."
Shang Qi typed, "Let Ling Bao's substitute stay. She will act as the Great Immortal. It would be best if she could recommend herself. If she is recommended by Wu Yan, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble later!"
Yan Zhao also agreed: "In this matter, Wu Yan must avoid suspicion. The emperor's heart is deep, so we'd better be vigilant. It's better to be safe than sorry."
Qiu Ling's eyes lit up slightly, "This job is fun, I will contact the emperor privately."
Wu Yan pursed his lips tightly, "No, it's too dangerous for you to be alone. Even if we don't go looking for that person, we can't let you be this immortal. Living with the emperor is like living with a tiger. You are not the Princess of Yan, so you will be three times less tolerant in front of the emperor's uncle."
Qiu Ling took Wu Yan's arm and said, "I have many abilities. With all kinds of talismans, my true identity will definitely not be discovered! And I think the emperor is not a rude and cruel person. He is full of dragon energy and can be the emperor for at least 500 years. He should have this tolerance."
Wu Yan looked at Shang Qi and Yan Zhao, all three of them were somewhat helpless. His wife had big ideas, if they stopped her now, she might do something big behind her back. It would be better to put it under their noses.
"Okay, but you have to be within my sight!" Wu Yan emphasized.
"Okay, okay, I will only appear in crowded places and will never talk to the emperor alone," Qiu Ling nodded repeatedly, "Then wait until the banquet starts and the procedures are completed, then I will go to talk to the emperor about this matter?"
"Remember to disguise yourself well. The emperor is not an ordinary citizen and he has sharp eyes," Yan Zhao reminded.
"Don't worry, I can pretend to be an accomplished monk," Qiu Ling said with a smile.
With something on her mind, the Hundred Flowers Banquet seemed dull and tedious. She ate two bland flower cakes and drank some flower milk tea. Seeing the emperor leave his seat to go to the toilet, she poked Wu Yanhou and, with the help of the men's mighty and strong physiques, summoned out her somewhat dull stand-in, while she put on an invisibility talisman and disappeared on the spot.
But she did not leave immediately. She gently stroked Wu Yan's cheek with her hand, and covered his cheek with her lips, moving down little by little until she held his Adam's apple.
Wu Yan clenched his fists tightly, his muscles were tense, and he almost groaned.
He lowered his eyes slightly and pinched her waist in amusement. If there weren't people around, he would definitely let her know the consequences of provoking him like this.
Qiu Ling pursed his lips and smiled silently as he left. He followed the direction the emperor had left and chose a place with few people but a wide field of vision and blind spots for surveillance. He put on a human skin mask and sculpted himself into the appearance of a Buddhist cultivator. Even his Adam's apple was so realistic that it was difficult to distinguish. He also adjusted his robes into a black Zhongshan robe with a black background and gold patterns, and his shoes also had insoles to increase their height.
The vestment was not as she had expected, but rather it fitted her body in a way that made her look tall and slender, without any feminine features.
The emperor just came out of the toilet to take a breath and walked towards the banquet, and saw the monk standing in front of the window in the corridor admiring the moonlight? !
There are also various beliefs in the interstellar space, but everyone is highly dependent on technology, and many humanities traditions have been interrupted, so the power of these beliefs is not strong. It is more like a discussion and exchange of literary interests.
"Master, are you waiting for me?" There are many books and rare books in the Interstellar Empire, and the emperor knows more about faith than ordinary people. He does not believe in it, but respects other beliefs.
"Amitabha, I am a wandering monk seeking enlightenment, I have no place to come from and no place to go. I saw that there was a lot of excitement here, so I came here with my friends.
I heard a few words of gossip from the donor..." He said hesitantly.
The emperor shook his head in amusement. It turned out that what was written in books was not credible. It was said that Buddhists were all enlightened monks who practiced Zen and sought enlightenment. They would not easily get involved in worldly affairs for fear that their minds would be disturbed and they would be unable to pursue the great way.
"Oh? I wonder what gossip you heard from me that you came running over to tell me?"
"Amitabha, benefactor, I didn't want to get involved in the royal family's affairs, but it was fate that I met you. I heard that you have no children?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor's face darkened, and the servants beside him, including Wu Xiang, were all frightened and lowered their heads, with beads of sweat on their foreheads.
"Yes, I am destined to be childless. Master, are you here to watch me having fun?"
"Amitabha, that's not the case. From the look of your face, you don't look like a childless person," Wudao said with a smile, shaking his head slightly.
"Could this be some gossip that the master heard from somewhere? Didn't you hear it all?" The emperor said calmly, releasing the oppressive feeling in his body.
But the monk showed no fear at all, and seemed not to feel the pressure from his superior. He smiled and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, I never lie.
I have learned a lot. My master once taught me how to read faces. If there is a line on your forehead, it means that your children will have a hard time meeting each other. Meeting each other is fate. I am willing to give you a chance to be lucky.
It all depends on whether the donor sincerely hopes that the little prince will return to his throne."
The emperor's eyes trembled fiercely, "Master, you, you mean, can you help me find my son?"