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Chapter 386 Does Your Highness still remember Yan'er from Mantuo Manor? (Seeking monthly votes)

Zhao Ti suddenly opened his eyes and felt the Illusory Yin True Qi surge up to the sixth floor of the Twelve-Story Tower.

Then, clinging tightly to the top of the sixth floor, it moved slowly and ceaselessly, as if gathering clouds and mist.

The inner demon tribulation was interrupted once again by the illusory Yin true energy.

He pondered for a moment, recalling the events of the Tribulation Realm, all of which were vivid in his mind, as if they had actually happened.

Having experienced so many tribulations, if my guess is correct, this tribulation is most likely a journey to another world, a real world that is different from the inner demons and tribulations experienced by others.

He hadn't figured out why, but there must be some strange, unknown reason behind it.

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes and the corners of his mouth turned up.

That world has martial arts and seems to have magic as well. Since ancient times, there have been many special creatures, which are recorded in many books, especially the dragons.

There are also all the kingdoms under heaven, the Great Qian Dynasty, the Eight Great Families, the Ten Famous Flowers...

Zhao Ti reached out and touched his chin, a strange look on his face. Zhuge Qingqing, one of the ten most famous beauties, had actually broken into the Yujiang pleasure boat to steal his poem and forcibly dragged him out.

Why did she kidnap me? Was it really for that poem? The world already has the "Song of Mo Chou" and the "Farewell to Luo Fu," so she wants a "Song of Green"?

Unaware in his dream, he was fully aware outside of it of the profound impact his poem about a beautiful woman in the north would have.

Those are the other two that cannot be compared. This song is called "The Song of Li Yannian" or "A Short Ballad of a Beautiful Woman in the North". It moved Emperor Wu of Han to tears and made him sigh, "Does such a beauty really exist in the world?"

Li Yannian's sister was recommended by Princess Pingyang for this reason. She was described as the beauty in the poem and was later taken into the harem by Emperor Wu of Han, where she was greatly favored.

The phrase "倾城倾国" (qīngchéng qīngguó, meaning "to topple a city or a country") indeed originated from this poem and has been passed down through the ages.

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes as he thought of this. Unfortunately, his memory was hazy in the Tribulation Realm, and he couldn't remember anything from the original life. It was as if he was living another life, studying hard, cultivating his mind and character, and thinking about building a great career in the future.

That's not really a problem, but lacking martial arts skills and being like a weak scholar, completely unable to protect himself, is somewhat inappropriate.

If, during the tribulation, the physical body does not travel to that world, but rather the soul or thoughts do, it is difficult to say whether the soul will be damaged if harm is encountered.

It would be best to learn some martial arts, but in that world, he was extremely stubborn and wanted to focus on his studies first before considering anything else, which made things a bit difficult.

What methods can I use to remind myself that I'm practicing martial arts in that world?
Zhao Ti fell into deep thought, and slowly, the sky outside gradually brightened...

Wang Yuyan, carrying a small floral bag, arrived at the city of Zhuozhou under the rising sun.

Looking at the fortress ahead, a relieved smile appeared on her face. They had finally arrived, and she would soon see His Highness.

Zhuozhou was not fully open at the moment; only the south gate was open, but ordinary people were not allowed to enter or leave.

Only merchants and farmers transporting vegetables, meat, fish, and other goods, or ordinary people responsible for cleaning up garbage, are allowed to enter and exit. However, they must carry special passes and can only enter and exit on the same day. No one is allowed to stay inside or outside the city at night. Once a violation is made, one cannot enter the city again or leave.

When Wang Yuyan was still dozens of feet away from the south gate of Zhuozhou, she was loudly stopped by the soldiers guarding the city.

She was originally unaware of the wartime rules, but Zheng Fu of the Prince of Yan's residence in Tokyo had spoken to her about them and given her the Prince's token and military clearance documents.

He then took out the item, waved it at the soldiers, and said, "I, I've come to see His Highness."

Upon hearing this, the soldier was taken aback. He looked at the token, rubbed his eyes, and then ran forward a few steps to examine it carefully. His expression changed drastically as he said, "Please wait a moment, young lady. I will go and report to them immediately."

He hurriedly went to report to the captain in charge of guarding the city gate, who then reported to the military commander, followed by the city defense general, and then all the way to the governor's mansion.

As Zhao Ti watched the golden sunlight stream into the room, he sighed softly. He thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a way to get his other self in that world to learn martial arts on his own. After all, without the original memories, there was no way to remind him.

This is not an easy problem to solve. Unless his memories return or something happens that makes him suddenly change his mind in another world, he probably won't learn martial arts for the time being.

He sighed softly and got off the bed, just as he heard footsteps and whispers outside the door.

Hmm? Zhao Ti raised an eyebrow. Someone had come looking for him with a token from the Prince of Yan's residence. Who was this?
He asked, "What is it?"

Upon hearing this, those outside immediately stopped talking. Zhou Tong then opened the door, bowed, and said, "Has Your Majesty finished your training? A young lady from outside the city has come to see Your Majesty with a token from the Royal Palace. I haven't yet asked her name."

Zhao Ti nodded and looked at the approaching city defense general: "What is your name?"

The city defense general said, "Your Highness, that young lady claims her surname is Wang and her given name is Yu Yan."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Tong looked at Zhao Ti and said, "So it's Miss Wang who has arrived."

Zhao Ti raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled, "I didn't expect it to be Yu Yan. It's been several years since we last met. After I came to Hexi, we stopped exchanging letters. I wonder what you've been busy with at home. Now you've come to the front of the army. Guangzu, go and greet her."

Zhou Tong agreed and followed the city defense general out of the mansion. Zhao Ti thought for a moment, then went back inside and sat down.

After a while, the sound of cheerful footsteps came from afar. At this time, the door was not closed, and Zhao Ti saw a slender figure, like a swallow in spring, coming lightly from a distance.

He stood up with a smile, and the figure stopped abruptly at the door, standing there blankly, staring at him without moving.

She wore a light pink gauze shirt and a snow-white, unblemished long skirt, her hair gently tied back with a silver ribbon.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful beyond words; she was naturally beautiful and stunningly gorgeous. Her eyes were bright and captivating like stars, and her temperament seemed shrouded in mist and clouds, making her appear otherworldly, like a fairy descended to earth.

Zhao Ti couldn't help but smile slightly. Although they hadn't seen each other for several years, Wang Yuyan hadn't changed much. If there was any change, it was that her original dignified demeanor with a touch of childishness had faded, replaced by a lively and elegant charm.

The girl's lightness and joy are like a painting of spring or a breeze of early summer—clean and vibrant, making one's heart flutter.

"Your Highness!" A clear, melodious voice, like that of a phoenix, rang out from outside the door.

Zhao Ti nodded: "Miss Wang has arrived."

"Your Highness..." Wang Yuyan's voice rang out again, but with a hint of coquetry.

Zhao Ti smiled and asked, "Yan'er is back?"

Wang Yuyan's face immediately lit up, as if a hundred flowers were blooming, and the whole world instantly became radiant, seemingly vying with the morning sun in the sky.

Then she rushed into the room like a whirlwind, crashing into Zhao Ti's arms like a deer, burying her head in his chest. Zhao Ti couldn't help but shudder, feeling the orchid-like fragrance and warmth emanating from the girl, his body stiffening slightly. He gently raised his hand and patted her back.

"Your Highness, Your Highness still remembers Yan'er from Mantuo Manor..." Wang Yuyan murmured, then began to sob softly.

Zhao Ti shook his head and said, "What's going on? Why are you crying?"

"I... I miss Your Highness so much. I miss you so much, day and night. I wish I could be by your side every single day..."

"Isn't this already here?" Zhao Ti reached out and wiped away the tears on the other person's face. The pearly tears soaked his fingers. He raised his hand and gently flicked the other person's forehead.

The girl immediately stopped crying and started laughing. She looked up at Zhao Ti, gently bit her lip, slowly closed her eyes, and then, as if she had made a great effort, her expression was tense yet firm as she tried to stand on her tiptoes.

Looking at the other woman's beautiful face and smelling her delicate fragrance, Zhao Ti felt a surge of emotion and couldn't help but lower his head.

The moment they touched, Wang Yuyan trembled violently, let out a soft cry, and involuntarily wrapped her arms tightly around Zhao Ti's neck.

"Waaah..." She felt her body soften and melt into water, unable to control herself. She hugged Zhao Ti tightly, her entire body pressed against him.

"Hmm..." Zhao Ti's heart fluttered again. With the warm and soft woman in his arms, his blood couldn't help but surge.

After an unknown amount of time, the two slowly separated. Wang Yuyan's face was flushed, and she lowered her head, not daring to move or make a sound. Her two delicate hands were clasped in front of her, as obedient and cute as a student in a private school.

"What's wrong? Why do you look like that?" Zhao Ti smiled, took her hand, and led her to her seat.
"I, I..." Wang Yuyan whispered, "Your Highness..."

"What?" Zhao Ti looked at her and saw that her cheeks were as beautiful and charming as peach blossoms. He couldn't help but lean over. Wang Yuyan was struck as if by lightning. She trembled and lowered her head even further.

The two then sat down, and Zhao Ti asked, "Why did you arrive so early? Did you travel all night?"

"Yes... No one can see us at night, so we can use our lightness skills freely."

"That must be hard work. After breakfast, take a good rest."

“Your Highness, I…” Wang Yuyan suddenly looked up at Zhao Ti.

"Just say what's on your mind, no need to hesitate," Zhao Ti said.

"I... I want to pack up. I've been traveling for days..." Wang Yuyan said softly.

“That’s easy.” Zhao Ti nodded. “The governor’s mansion originally had maids and cooks. Although some have been dismissed, there are still some left. I will now instruct people to prepare hot water and the like.”

After saying that, he gave the order, and a moment later a maid came to invite Wang Yuyan. Wang Yuyan blushed and looked at Zhao Ti.

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Go ahead, I'll wait for Yan'er to have breakfast."

Afterwards, Wang Yuyan went out, while Zhao Ti closed his eyes to rest in the room. After a while, he heard slow and slightly hurried footsteps coming from outside the door.

He opened his eyes and saw that she had finished bathing and changed into a white gauze dress, standing gracefully in front of the door like a lotus emerging from the water.

"Your Highness..."

Zhao Ti glanced at them lightly and smiled, "Let's go eat together."

They then went to the dining hall, where they ate and chatted. Wang Yuyan recounted her experiences over the past few years, and Zhao Ti's expression grew increasingly serious as he listened.

"Is Xiaoyaozi drawing the Investiture of the Gods?"

"Does Your Highness know about this list? My great-grandfather said that this name came to him in a dream," Wang Yuyan said.

“I’ve heard a little about it. By the way, he said he called himself Shi in his dreams?” Zhao Ti stroked his chin.

“Yes, not only that, but also my great-grandfather…” Wang Yuyan recounted to Zhao Ti the whole story of what Xiaoyaozi had told her about her dream.

“The beginning, the origin, the Investiture of the Gods.” Zhao Ti nodded. It seemed that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Xiaoyaozi was indeed the reincarnation of Yuanshi Tianzun.

The Supreme Being was reincarnated as Murong Longcheng, and the Primordial Beginning was reincarnated as Xiaoyaozi.

So, is Tongtian hiding in the Kunlun Mountains, or is he concealed within the shamanistic religion of the grasslands? Or is he incarnated as Shaman Tian, ​​the founder of shamanism?
Where did Zhunti and Jieyin go? Did they reincarnate, and what kind of people did they become?

Judging from the Shambhala Kingdom that descended from the heavens, Buddhism suffered heavy losses. Many Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and divine kings and protectors are no longer here. Furthermore, the Supreme Primordial Beginning has been reincarnated as a human. What calamities did these immortals and Buddhas encounter to cause such a strange event to occur?
There are two very strange things about this. One is the timing. The Investiture of the Gods happened when King Wu attacked King Zhou, but judging from the situation in Kunlun and the establishment time of the grassland shamanism, it seems that it existed before King Wu attacked King Zhou.

This presents a contradiction: Kunlun is the Daoist temple of Yuanshi, and for many years before the Investiture of the Gods, it was the territory of the Chan Sect. How could it possibly be in the hands of Tongtian?
Moreover, shamanism existed tens of thousands of years ago. If it was established by Tongtian, it would have been destroyed during the Investiture of the Gods. How could it have survived to this day?
Could it be that after the Investiture of the Gods, another great battle broke out, and Tongtian emerged victorious, taking control of this realm?
But it still doesn't make sense. After the Investiture of the Gods, the disciples of the Jie Sect either surrendered or died. Only Wudang Shengmu remained among Tongtian's disciples. The other three or four generations had all perished. How could they possibly turn the tide?
Moreover, judging from the situation of Kunlun and the Shaman, it doesn't seem like they've already turned the tide.

Secondly, there is absolutely no legend about the Investiture of the Gods, which is also incorrect.

Normally, there were already legends and stories about Jiang Ziya and the nine-tailed fox during the Song Dynasty, but nowadays, there is not a trace of them circulating in either folk or official circles.

There is not a single detail about the Investiture of the Gods.

What exactly happened? Zhao Ti frowned, lost in thought.

At this moment, Wang Yuyan said again, "Your Highness, not only did my great-grandfather have a dream, but I also had a dream when I was about to leave Qingliang Mountain. The scene in the dream was very frightening."

Zhao Ti asked, "What kind of dream was it?"

Wang Yuyan's face paled slightly when she recalled the dream she had just had. She said, "It might be because I heard my great-grandfather talk about his dream. What I think about during the day, I dream about at night. Or maybe, it might be like my great-grandfather... I dreamed about my past life."

Hearing the strangeness in her words, Zhao Ti said, "Tell me about it."

Wang Yuyan then recounted her dream in detail, and said, "Your Highness, in my dream I was called Yunxiao, and I had two younger sisters and a senior brother called Zhao Da."

"What?" Zhao Ti frowned, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

"That's how it was. Later, my senior brother was ambushed and killed by Lu Ya Dao Ren, and my two younger sisters were also killed by that Yuanshi Tianzun. As for me, I was swept away by Taishang Laojun with the Wind and Fire Futon and pressed under Qilin Cliff. My soul flew to the Investiture of the Gods..." Wang Yuyan said with lingering fear.

"Your Highness, I wonder if this dream is real or not..."

Zhao Ti looked at Wang Yuyan with a deep gaze: "Yan'er... is it Yunxiao?"

(End of this chapter)