Douluo Jueshi: I Don't Want to Be an Evil Soul Master

Chapter 391 Value

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, and you're pregnant. Please have some ginseng soup and rest for a while."

In the Mingdu Imperial Palace, a palace servant led two maids into the study and bowed slightly to Ju Zi.

During this period, Xu Tianran has not shown his face, and the person sitting behind the desk has become Ju Zi. The other palace servants and guards have gradually gotten used to it.

Upon hearing the sound, Ju Zi raised her head, looked at the somewhat unfamiliar palace servant in front of her, and then shifted her gaze to the things in the hands of the maid behind her.

"These are the new tributes sent to the palace this year. Your Majesty is busy with state affairs, so please use some of them."

Ju Zi then closed the memorial in her hand and placed it aside.

Without needing to guess too much, she could already tell who had arranged all of this.

"How is His Majesty's condition? Since these are newly received tributes, why not send a portion to His Majesty as well, so that he may recover soon?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The palace maid nodded in agreement without changing her expression.

Ju Zi then took the things from the maid's hands, and without thinking much, picked up the spoon and took a few sips.

She wasn't worried about whether anything else had been added to it; she had countless people protecting her, both openly and secretly.

Kong Deming, in particular, knew that Ju Zi was no longer just about herself, but more importantly, about the prince in her womb. With a level ten Soul Master by her side, it would be strange if something unexpected happened.

As Ju Zi pondered this, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Although Kong Deming was a level 10 Soul Master, he did not concern himself with court affairs and had no real power. He only investigated the matter of finding an inside agent for a period of time before giving up.

I don't know if it's because I lack goals, or...

Orange's right hand, which was holding the spoon, tightened slightly.

Or is it that there's no need to investigate further?

"Ding--"

With a crisp sound, Ju Zi looked down and realized that the ginseng soup in the bowl was empty, and the spoon had made a clear sound when it hit the bottom of the bowl.

"If Your Majesty likes it, I will order them to cook more."

The palace maid, quite perceptive, stepped forward and took the soup bowl from Ju Zi's hand.

"no need."

Ju Zi raised her hand, and the palace maid tactfully withdrew.

Seeing the palace servants leave, she glanced at both sides again. The maids and guards on both sides had their heads slightly lowered, not daring to meet her gaze, and not even daring to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing her.

Orange gently rubbed her still flat stomach with her hand, her eyes slightly vacant.

Compared to others, her talent was indeed much inferior. Even after entering the palace and receiving various medicinal herbs, her cultivation speed slowed down after reaching level seventy.

Perhaps she will never reach a higher level in her lifetime.

However, due to her insufficient cultivation level, she inevitably had to think more.

Regardless of the reason why Kong Deming stopped investigating, she had to consider the worst-case scenario.

The worst-case scenario for her would be if Kong Deming discovered that she was the one who tampered with the security measures in Xu Tianran's study.

No matter how devoted Xu Tianran's feelings for her may seem to outsiders, once Kong Deming learns of his actions, the outcome will likely be unfavorable.

Moreover, now that Xu Tianran is dead, for Kong Deming, her greatest value is probably not herself, but the prince in her womb.

If things really do develop to the worst possible point, then she only has a few months left...

A figure appeared in Ju Zi's mind. While thinking, she raised her hand and gently ran it across her lower abdomen again, just like a real mother.

Although some people may hope to sit in the last position, you can't put all your hopes on one person.

As for anything else that can still be used, the only thing that matters to the Sun Moon Empire, something no one dares to ignore, is war.

"Someone come here!" Orange suddenly raised her voice, and the guards beside her quickly stepped forward.

"Miss."

"Go to Mingde Hall and invite Master Hongchen to the palace for a chat tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am."

Watching the guard leave with his orders, Ju Zi leaned back slightly in her chair, lost in thought.

The following day, at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Guidance Academy, a soul guidance research room that had not been entered or exited for a long time slowly opened, and a person slowly walked out from inside.

"Master Lin...Teacher Lin?"

Inside Mingde Hall, more people emerged from the elevator. Some looked up and saw the newcomers, their faces showing a slight hint of surprise.

"it's me."

Lin Jiayi smiled and nodded. He was the only one who almost got called Director Lin.

"Teacher Lin...has he successfully broken through?"

Lin Jiayi nodded again, then looked around and asked, "Where is the sect leader?"

"The hall master went out this morning, it seems he went to the palace."

"It seems there's been another incident at the front lines," Lin Jiayi sighed softly.

The teacher who almost called the wrong person shook his head. "Teacher Lin, you probably don't know, but after you went into seclusion, the war on the front lines reached a stalemate, and no news has been coming out for a long time."

“Now that His Majesty has been assassinated, it is even more…” The teacher didn’t finish his sentence, but simply shook his head.

"It seems I've missed a lot during my seclusion."

"Yes. By the way, Teacher Lin, if you are looking for the head of the hall, although he is not here, there is someone in his room."

"Then I'll go take a look, thank you."

"You're too kind, Teacher Lin."

The soul masters in Mingde Hall were always busy. Many people were surprised to see Lin Jiayi, but they simply greeted him and didn't talk much more.

It wasn't until Lin Jiayi arrived outside Jing Hongchen's room and knocked on the door that the situation changed.

"teacher LIN?"

The heavy metal door opened, and standing behind it was not Jing Hongchen, but his granddaughter Meng Hongchen. Judging from the documents spread out on the table next to him, Meng Hongchen was probably helping Jing Hongchen organize the materials again.

"If you're looking for your grandfather, he's gone to the palace."

"I've heard about it." Lin Jiayi nodded and glanced at the table again.

"If these things aren't important, I can help you with them."

"Thank you, Teacher Lin." Meng Hongchen smiled gently, not refusing at all. "Grandpa keeps some important things from me. These are the lists of materials consumed by Mingde Hall this year. As long as no outsiders see them, it's fine."

Lin Jiayi felt much relieved upon hearing this. He knew even more than Meng Hongchen, and the consumption of materials was hardly a secret to begin with.

Taking two steps forward, Lin Jiayi skillfully picked up the list on the table and glanced at it casually. But that one glance made him pause slightly.

"Did the hall master say where these materials went?"

Lin Jiayi suddenly turned around and looked at Meng Hongchen.

"I don't know, Grandpa didn't tell me." Meng Hongchen shook her head, puzzled.

Lin Jiayi looked away and picked up another list to search carefully. Sure enough, he found what he was looking for.

These materials are clearly intended for making...

(End of this chapter)