Investiture of the Gods: I am Bigan, the Master of Conspiracy

Chapter 39: Planning
Emperor Xin was slightly surprised after hearing this: "Why do two fruits kill three warriors?"

Yin Ziyu looked at Emperor Xin with a steady gaze and spoke slowly, "Your Majesty, the princes from all four directions have now gathered in Chaoge with their respective 800 princes. Among them, Xibo Hou Jichang, Nanbo Hou E Chongyu, and Beibo Hou Chonghouhu are all descendants of Emperor Xuanyuan. These three factions have always been holding Chaoge in check. Now they must unite and work together to deal with the situation in the court. This may hinder the implementation of Your Majesty's policies."

Emperor Xin nodded slightly, his expression solemn. "Uncle, what you said is absolutely right. The three forces united and forced our ancestor Pan Geng to surrender. But, uncle, can this ginseng fruit really break up their alliance?"

Emperor Xin's eyes were full of doubts, and his gaze fell again on the two ginseng fruits that exuded a strange fragrance.

Yin Ziyu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. "Your Majesty, during the sacrificial ceremony, Your Majesty may mention the great achievements of the Xuanyuan Saint Emperor separately. However, you must downplay the battle against the Jiuli. You must solemnly declare that the three Marquises of the West, South, and North, as descendants of the Saint Emperor, have served the Shang Dynasty for many years and have made great contributions. Your Majesty deserves to reward them generously. Then, Your Majesty took out the two ginseng fruits."

After hearing this, Emperor Xin still didn't understand Yin Ziyu's plan and couldn't help but show surprise, "Uncle, these two ginseng fruits are going to be given to the three of them? But there aren't enough. What should we do?"

Yin Ziyu's smile deepened as he spoke slowly, "Your Majesty, when the time comes, you can say this is a ginseng fruit from the five innate spiritual roots obtained from the Great Immortal Zhenyuan, the ancestor of earthly immortals. Your Majesty, considering that you will be going to the Fire Cloud Cave a hundred years from now, this immortal fruit will no longer be of use to you. You should use it to reward important officials in the court. It's a pity that there are only two, and the direct descendants of the Xuanyuan Saint Emperor have three barons. Your Majesty is struggling with this matter and doesn't know how to distribute it."

Emperor Xin was incredibly intelligent and instantly grasped Yin Ziyu's intentions. A glint flashed in his eyes, "Uncle Emperor, what you're saying is, let these three of you debate which of the Holy Emperor's direct descendants is the most deserving of this fruit? Who has made the greatest contribution and deserves this fruit?"

Yin Ziyu nodded heavily and affirmed, "That's right. All the princes of the world have gathered in Chaoge. Anyone who doesn't fight for this ginseng fruit will be inferior to the others. The eight hundred lesser princes under his command will certainly find it unbearable, and their own luck will also be damaged. If anyone voluntarily gives up, it is undoubtedly an admission that their bloodline is shallow and their achievements are far inferior to others. As for proposing to divide the ginseng fruit equally, this is a violation of Your Majesty's will to reward according to merit. If they really want to divide it equally or dare to refuse Your Majesty's reward, they will have ulterior motives against the will of the Human Emperor. If they resist, they will prove their disloyalty. Your Majesty must emphasize that this reward is based on the nobility of bloodline and the size of the merit. If so, the three forces will inevitably have internal discord over these two ginseng fruits, and the alliance will collapse."

After hearing this, Emperor Xin couldn't help but exclaimed: "Brilliant, indescribable! The Emperor's uncle is truly a man of great wisdom. This plan is truly indescribable!"

Yin Ziyu said, "They will definitely unite this time, and even form a powerful force. How can we let them do what they want? If we break up their alliance, there will be no resistance in promoting the redress of the Jiuli people and even the renaming of the Xuanyuan Sword."

After hearing this, Emperor Xin was immediately excited: "Uncle, your wisdom is unparalleled. I admire you!"

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After some discussion, the response strategy was finalized.

A few days later, in Chaoge City, there was a solemn and bustling scene.

The princes from all directions arrived as scheduled, and each prince led his eight hundred smaller princes and gathered here in a mighty force.

For a moment, there were endless tents outside the city, flags fluttering, weapons shining coldly, and soldiers' armor sparkling in the sunlight, converging into a silver ocean.

The teams of various princes lined up neatly outside the hall, showing different momentum and majesty, and the air was filled with tension and solemnity.

After everyone arrived, Emperor Xin, wearing a crown and taking steady and solemn steps, slowly walked out of the hall.

Emperor Xin's face was dignified, his eyes revealing a powerful aura without anger, showing the heroism and momentum of the young emperor. When the princes saw Emperor Xin appear, they all bowed in unison and shouted, "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

The sound waves were like tides, making the air buzz, demonstrating the respect for Emperor Xin.

Even though the descendants of Huangdi are still powerful today, Emperor Xin is now the legitimate emperor of the human race, and he was authorized to ascend the throne by the Kongtong Seal of Shouyang Mountain. The emperor's majesty is inviolable.

Emperor Xin raised his hand slightly, his eyes sweeping across the crowd. His expression was amiable yet dignified, as he spoke: "You, the princes, have come from afar and endured hardships. You are all pillars of the Shang Dynasty. Now that you have gathered in Chaoge to participate in this grand event, it is truly a blessing for the Shang Dynasty. The day of the sacrifice to the Holy Mother has arrived. My dear ministers, please join me in offering sacrifices to the Holy Mother!"

"Sir, obey the order!"

Afterwards, Emperor Xin was in front, followed by a huge team of civil officials and military generals.

The civil officials were dressed in brocade court robes, holding tablets in their hands, with solemn expressions. The military generals were wearing heavy armor and had sharp swords hanging from their waists. The princes from all sides followed them in an orderly manner and headed towards the Nuwa Temple.

The Nuwa Temple is located on a beautiful mountain outside the city of Chaoge. It is surrounded by towering ancient trees and lush greenery. When the mountain breeze blows, the branches and leaves rustle.

The road leading to the temple is wide and flat, and the ground is paved with smooth bluestone. The temple's architecture is magnificent, with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted buildings. Every detail is meticulously crafted, showing luxury and solemnity.

The temple gate is tall and majestic, and the vermilion door is inlaid with golden door nails, shining with sacred light under the sunlight.

The square in front of the temple is extremely wide, enough to accommodate thousands of people.

In the center of the square stands a huge bronze tripod, with smoke rising from the tripod straight into the sky.

Around the square, dozens of musicians in gorgeous costumes played melodious sacrificial music. The pleasant sounds of stringed instruments lingered over the entire temple, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

When Emperor Xin led everyone to the Nuwa Temple, the priests who had been waiting there immediately came forward to greet them!

Just as everyone stepped into the temple gate, the originally clear sky suddenly changed color, and a golden light shot up into the sky from the ancestral temple. In the light, an extremely huge black bird of fortune was looming.

The Xuanniao, the lucky bird of the Shang Dynasty, is surrounded by brilliant golden light, and patterns of the human race are shining on its feathers. Its wings can reach thousands of feet when spread, and its eyes are like torches, emitting an awe-inspiring majesty.

The lucky black bird cried out with a deafening sound, as if it would tear the sky apart. As the black bird cried, the luck of the human race of the Shang Dynasty surged like a tide, turning into wisps of materialized fragrant mist, appearing in Emperor Xin's hands and becoming three incense sticks!

(End of this chapter)