It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 391 The Chosen Daughter Extinguishes the Fire
On one side was the raging fire at the entrance to the imperial mausoleum, and on the other was the Empress Dowager who refused to get off the phoenix chariot. Sima Yue was so angry that he yelled, but Xu Zhenren stood on the other side of the flames with the presence of the old god, and seemed to be acquiescing to the sheep. Xianrong is named "a phoenix for a thousand years".

Everyone was soaked in the heavy rain and looked at Sima Yue helplessly. There was no need to say those unsaid words, everyone understood them.

Sima Chi held up the oil-paper umbrella himself, looked at Sima Yue and asked, "Can we still get in? Isn't it bad that it delays the burial?"

Things had reached this point, and Sima Yue said he wanted to invite Yang Xianrong over. He pushed aside the oil-paper umbrella handed over by his own soldiers, trotted to the phoenix chariot where Yang Xianrong was being held, and said loudly: "The Empress Dowager is invited to get off the chariot and go to the imperial mausoleum in person."

"Then what?" Cuixi asked.

"Xu Zhenren said that the destined person can extinguish the heavenly fire of the century-old tree. Please give the Empress Dowager a try." Sima Yue frowned and stood in front of the phoenix chariot with his hands folded, refusing to kowtow despite anything.

Cuixi and Lanxiang looked at him with displeasure on their faces. Just when he was about to say something else, Yang Xianrong spoke in the phoenix chariot, "Forget it, you can do nothing for the prince. If I can extinguish this fire, it can be regarded as a miracle."

"The Empress Dowager is a once-in-a-millennium phoenix, you can give it a try." Sima Yue added.

"It doesn't hurt to try, but it's not destroyed, so what should I do?" Yang Xianrong continued to ask.

"What if it is destroyed?" Sima Yue also asked.

"Then what will the prince do?" Yang Xianrong had already lifted the curtain of the phoenix chariot and looked at Sima Yue.

"Of course I kowtow to the Empress Dowager." Sima Yue said this with disdain on his face.

"Then everyone present today has also witnessed it. How about asking the prince to kowtow a hundred times to me later?" Yang Xianrong also laughed, and his slightly pale face had an indescribable brilliance, which made him laugh. Sima Yue was a little confused for a moment, but he actually nodded in agreement.

Yang Xianrong got off the phoenix chariot, and his pair of plain white cloth shoes were stained with mud, which made people feel a little distressed. Cuixi took another oil-paper umbrella to protect her from the rain, but for some reason, the moment she got off the Fengchaan, the rain seemed to be less intense.

She took the oil-paper umbrella herself and walked straight to the entrance of the imperial mausoleum.

Step by step, extremely stable.

People kneeling on both sides of the road raised their heads to look at her. Even though she was wearing no makeup, her black hair was like a waterfall, the movement between her eyebrows, and her plain robe made people unable to take their eyes away.

Not only the civil and military officials, but also Liu Yuan who came to watch the ceremony nodded secretly, this is really a stunning woman. Liu Cong on the side also nodded. When he turned to look at Liu Yao, he found that he was actually crying?
"What? There's rain all over your face? Come closer to me, my broken umbrella is a little bigger."

Liu Yao didn't seem to hear what Liu Cong was saying. He even took half a step forward, wanting to follow Yang Xianrong, step by step.

Liu Cong immediately pulled him and whispered: "Don't go there, be quiet."

Liu Yao stopped, but kept looking at her. Raindrops fell on his face and in his eyes.

Yang Xianrong walked forward holding an oil umbrella, followed by Cuixi and Luzhu.

The two people were neither far nor close, watching Yang Xianrong's every move carefully, for fear that she would slip.

Yang Xianrong walked slowly behind Sima Yue.

The hem of her skirt quickly became stained. She glanced down and couldn't help but sigh. Sima Yue looked back at her and asked extremely impatiently: "What's going on?"

"It's nothing." Yang Xianrong said softly, "Has the prince thought about it?" "It's already this time, and you still ask this?" Sima Yue's tone became even worse.

"When will you ask?" Yang Xianrong was not angry at all, and his tone was extremely calm.

"You put out the fire first." Sima Yue did not hold an umbrella, wiped the rain off his face, and said angrily: "If you put out the fire, I will have to kowtow to you."

"Yeah, thank you for your hard work." A smile appeared on Yang Xianrong's lips.

When they reached the entrance of the imperial mausoleum, the rain slowly became lighter and lighter. Everyone also moved out of the way, allowing Yang Xianrong to continue walking inside, approaching the burning century-old tree.

Sima Chi took half a step back.

Yang Xianrong glanced at him and continued moving forward.

Strangely enough, the fire in the tree crown slowly extinguished. As some black charred branches fell, the fire under the tree gradually became smaller until it disappeared. The whole process was quite fast. It was even said that the sky fire began to extinguish as Yang Xianrong walked towards the big tree.

"Oh my God! The Queen Mother is so amazing!"

"A thousand-year-old phoenix!"

"The Empress Dowager is the chosen daughter!"

"Wasn't there a colorful light that only appeared on the Queen Mother's carriage before?"

"Long live the Queen Mother, long live! Long live!"

"God!"

Many people shouted, and some knelt down and kowtowed, regardless of the mud and water all over their bodies. Everyone witnessed all this, even those who did not see the whole process, saw that the fire was extinguished like this.

The heavy rain pouring down from the sky also completely stopped at this moment. Only the water drops dripping from the leaves and branches proved that it had indeed been raining just now.

Xu Zhenren walked out from the entrance of the imperial mausoleum and bowed his head towards Yang Xianrong, showing great respect. "The Queen Mother is indeed the chosen one."

"Oh." Yang Xianrong glanced at him, then turned to look at Sima Yue, and asked: "Your Majesty, do you want to kowtow now or later? But I don't want to wait anymore, so you can stay here first Let’s kowtow a hundred times.”

Sima Yue was already stunned to see such a miracle, but when he heard Yang Xianrong's words, his face immediately darkened, and he was about to scold him, but Sima Chi on the side had already said: "Master, kowtow quickly! The burial time cannot be delayed.”

Many officials also said: "You invited the Queen Mother to come over, and you must honor your promise."

Yang Xianrong looked at him and said: "There is no need to kowtow to me. Just kowtow a hundred times to the emperor's coffin. Everyone present is a witness."

What can Sima Yue do?
He had just said everything he could and could not say, and now it was time to fulfill it. He didn't even have a chance to go back on his words.

Already soaked to the skin, he clenched his fists, knelt down towards Sima Zhong's coffin, and kowtowed a hundred times. His head and face were covered with mud and water, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't get up at all and almost fainted in the mud and water.

His personal soldiers and retinue stood beside him all the time, even silently counting the number of times he kowtowed to him. They did not dare to step forward to stop it. After all, this was a miracle witnessed by everyone. They were also very shocked, and in their hearts they regarded Yang Xianrong as a fairy-like existence.