Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2665 Waiting

"My main body is guarding the home in Southern Chu," the little red bird rolled its eyes, "just like you."

“Indeed, it is the same,” Tengshe glanced at Ying Baoyue, “In the end, it was our Beast God who took on all the burdens.”

When Ji Mo left Southern Chu, he could only leave behind the Vermilion Bird God's true form to guard the land, just as Ying Baoyue left Him behind when she left Former Qin.

However, in this situation, the divine child himself would be in danger.

Tengshe glanced at Ji Mo, who was dressed in white, and was somewhat surprised.

The Beast God and the Divine Child protect each other. As long as the Divine Child stays near the Beast God's true form, he is in perfect safety.

Although as long as the clone exists, the Beast God's main body can cross continents and time to reach the Divine Child in the blink of an eye, the difference between masters is often just a hair's breadth.

If anyone in this world truly wants to harm the Divine Child, then the moment the Divine Child separates from the Beast God's true form will be the only opportunity.

As the only divine child to die an unnatural death, Lin Shubai was killed when he was separated from Him.

Ji Mo chose to leave the Vermilion Bird God's true form in Southern Chu and leave alone, which meant that he had already disregarded life and death.

Ji Mo noticed Tengshe's gaze and bowed to him with a cupped-hand salute.

Tengshe almost got goosebumps all over his body.

Ji Mo should have paid homage to Him according to his rank, but for so many years, Ji Mo had basically pretended not to see Him as a god.

"What are you here for?"

Ji Mo straightened up indifferently. "I have no obligation to tell you."

Tengshe's lips twitched, and he almost wanted to whip him to death with his tail.

But He knew this wasn't the time to be stubborn, so He looked at Ying Baoyue and asked, "How long will you stay this time?"

Tengshe knew very well that although Ying Baoyue had returned, she would not stay in this palace.

Ying Baoyue was silent for a moment, then said, "I haven't decided yet."

Ji Jiashu's heart jumped when he heard this.

This statement is equivalent to Ying Baoyue leaving after arranging her affairs.

“Even if you want to leave immediately, you should let the army catch its breath first,” Tengshe glanced at Ji Jiashu. “The Imperial Prayer Department has a mountain of memorials that this kid can’t decide, waiting for you to deal with them.”

“I understand,” Ying Baoyue smiled. “I’ll go right away.”

"Baoyue, you should rest first..."

Ji Jiashu was about to speak when his plan was thwarted.

“Jiashu,” Ying Baoyue said gently, “arrange accommodations for your father.”

"You've worked hard these past few days. I'll handle the accumulated state affairs. Go and rest."

The army's rest and resupply were left to Gui Chen and Mu You. After giving instructions on a series of matters, Ying Baoyue walked alone toward the Imperial Prayer Bureau.

Tengshe watched her retreating figure and sighed silently.

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……

The Epang Palace quickly became busy with the return of its master, with soldiers and palace staff moving about everywhere.

As dusk settled, Ji Jiashu emerged from the bedroom he had arranged for his father and looked up at the moon in the sky.

He then realized that today was actually the fifteenth.

The full moon hangs high in the sky, shining on the bluestone road.

Ji Jiashu looked towards the distant Imperial Prayer Palace, where only the highest room in the tower was lit. That was the room where Shao Siming had lived in the past, and it was now the highest point of the Epang Palace.

At this moment, Ji Jiashu finally felt the reality of her return.

The boy let out a long breath, as if a burden he had been carrying for a long time had suddenly been put down, and he felt lazy and sweet all over.

This was the most wonderful night for him.

Ji Jiashu walked step by step toward the lamp, and the soldiers and officials who were hurrying along the way all bowed to him.

As they approached the gate of the Imperial Prayer Hall, Gui Li emerged carrying a tray. "A-Li," Ji Jiashu said, looking at the tray in her hands, "Has His Majesty eaten?"

“We’ve already finished eating,” Gui Li glared at him. “Why do you have to ask about such a small matter, Grand Preceptor?”

In the entire Epang Palace, probably only Gui Li dared to speak to him like that.

Ji Jiashu chuckled and scratched his head, looking just like a brat who had been scolded by his older sister.

"Come in quickly, my Grand Preceptor," Gui Li pushed Ji Jiashu into the doorway. "The officials who came to discuss state affairs have all left, leaving only His Majesty inside."

Ji Jiashu climbed the tower. The door to the room on the top floor was open, and he could see that the room was full of lights.

"Your Majesty, I have entered."

Ji Jiashu cautiously stepped into the room, only to find the floor covered with memorials, leaving virtually no room to step.

Ying Baoyue sat by the bookshelf, searching for something, with a steamed bun dangling from her mouth.

"Baoyue, no, Your Majesty?"

This scene almost made Ji Jiashu forget the distinction between ruler and subject.

“There are only the two of us here, so there’s no need to be so careful,” Ying Baoyue smiled, swallowed the pancake in her mouth in two bites, and pointed to an open space next to her, “Sit down.”

Ji Jiashu smiled, walked over and sat down next to her, looking at the memorials Ying Baoyue had laid out on the ground.

To his surprise, he found that these were the very issues that had been causing him considerable trouble these past few days, and the pages were filled with densely packed replies.

Everything has been taken care of.

Ying Baoyue was incredibly efficient; he processed all the memorials he had accumulated over the past three months in just one afternoon.

"I'm sorry, I'm clearly the Imperial Advisor, but I..."

“Well, you’ve done a great job,” Ying Baoyue said with a smile, pointing to another pair of piles of papers next to her that were as tall as a person. “I’ve read the ones you approved, and they are all very appropriate.”

Ji Jiashu's anxious heart was relieved by half. "That's good."

"Baoyue, don't you want to rest? You've been traveling and haven't had a break..."

Everyone has time to rest, but Ying Baoyue doesn't. She fights non-stop and handles state affairs non-stop, without a moment to catch her breath.

Ji Jiashu felt suffocated just thinking about what she had been carrying on her shoulders.

“I’m resting right now,” Ying Baoyue said, leaning against the bookshelf and letting out a breath. Her gaze at Ji Jiashu was very gentle. “This is my resting place.”

Ji Jiashu fell silent. "Is it not enough for just me to be here?"

He could sense that Ying Baoyue's aura was still tense, indicating that she had not let her guard down, because nothing around her was enough to put her at ease.

Ying Baoyue's aura enveloped the entire palace, showing no sign of relaxation.

He wasn't strong enough to make Ying Baoyue feel at ease and lower all her guard.

She could only feel completely at ease when that person was around.

"Has there been no news about Zhaohua?"

Ying Baoyue paused for a moment, the smile in her eyes fading.

If possible, Ji Jiashu also didn't want to mention that rival in love.

But damn it, Ying Baoyue could only rest when that person was around.

"He trapped Yun Zhongjun and Bai Quanshen in a body of water and refused to contact me."

Ji Jiashu's eyes widened. "Then... what should we do?"

"He's in a dilemma now; if no one comes to his rescue, he won't be able to get out."

"Then let's..."

Ji Jiashu was about to suggest that they go and save him, but the ceremonial robes he was wearing reminded him that they were no longer the carefree young people who could just leave at any moment.

"Baoyue, what are you going to do?"

“I wanted to save him, but your father disagreed,” Ying Baoyue said with a wry smile. “You just came back from your father’s, right? Did he say anything to you?”