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These words were spoken.

Qin Yi's pupils contracted slightly.

"The Empress Dowager has never conferred titles upon princes in the past three hundred years, nor has she interfered in the marriages of princes."

"His Highness took the initiative to propose establishing a concubine, and the Empress Dowager gave her approval, causing a stir in the court and among the people."

Qin Zhanming's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "The four great families and six powerful lords are all vying for this position."

"And you are the person I value most."

"Father!" Qin Yi suddenly stood up, her face pale. "My daughter's marriage is a matter of life and death..."

"Want to make your own decisions?"

Qin Zhanming picked up where she left off, his tone still calm, yet it sent a chill down one's spine.

Qin Yi bit her lip, and after a long while, she said:

"Yes."

Silence fell in the study.

The flickering candlelight cast Qin Zhanming's face in half-light and half-shadow.

After a long while, he sighed softly.

"Yi'er, you are forty-seven years old this year." His voice softened a bit. "As a cultivator, you still have the mind of a young man. I don't blame you for having such thoughts."

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the green bamboo swayed, and the moonlight cast the bamboo shadows onto his aged face.

"But you don't know how many years I've been planning for this day."

His voice suddenly sounded old and tired.

"Three hundred years ago, the three major immortal sects rebelled. The Empress Dowager fought against the three alone and killed three Transcending Tribulation Ancestors."

"Do you know who risked infiltrating the Heavenly Sword Sect and stole the diagram of the mountain-protecting formation before that battle?"

Qin Yi was stunned.

She had never heard her father mention this matter before.

“It’s your grandfather.”

Qin Zhanming did not turn around. "At that time, he was already in the Tribulation Transcending stage and had the opportunity to ascend to the Upper Realm, but he chose to stay, chose to be loyal to the royal family, and chose to be a 'knife' in the Empress Dowager's hands."

"But after his identity was exposed, he was hunted down by the three major immortal sects. When I arrived, he was just a wisp of a soul."

Qin Yi gripped her sleeve tightly.

Is this the story of my grandfather?

"He left only one sentence before he died."

Qin Zhanming turned around and looked at his daughter, "The Qin family has been loyal and virtuous for generations, but we cannot be 'knives' for generations."

He walked back to his desk and sat down again.

"For the past three hundred years, haven't I been a 'knife' in front of the Empress Dowager?"

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, “If the Empress Dowager points east, I will march east; if she points west, I will wield my sword and march west.”

"The three clans were destroyed, the feudal lords bowed their heads, and the court and the country were at peace... Do you know how much blood the Qin family stained their hands during this period?"

"Even a blade will eventually rust and dull," Qin Zhanming said in a low voice. "I was trapped for three hundred years at the peak of the Integration Stage."

Three hundred years.

For mortals, it is the cycle of reincarnation.

For cultivators, it is also a long and arduous ordeal.

"The Fourth Prince is my only chance."

a long time.

Qin Zhanming uttered his last words.

This has almost completely blocked any room for refusal.

Qin Yi fell silent.

For some reason, she felt a tightness in her chest.

For no apparent reason, this thought popped into Qin Yi's mind.

The figure of a young man, which had been blurry, became increasingly clear.

Chapter 143 Am I pretty?

When Qin Yi came out of the study, it was already dark.

A night breeze caressed my face, carrying the fresh scent of bamboo leaves.

She stood under the eaves, watching the bamboo shadows swaying in the moonlight, and suddenly remembered many years ago.

At that time, she had not yet entered Tingyu Tower; she was still the little girl in the Prime Minister's mansion who only knew how to hide behind her father.

Qin Zhanming was busy with official duties and rarely spent time with her, but every time they met, he would pat her head and say, "Yi'er has grown taller again."

When did her father stop touching her head?

It was the night she returned from her first murder after entering Tingyu Tower.

Or was it from the moment she broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, when her father said, "The Qin family has a successor"?

she does not know.

All she remembers is that she has never said "no" to her father in her entire life.

But at this moment, when she thought of the words "marrying into the Eastern Palace," the first thought that came to mind was...

It wasn't fear, resistance, or even resentment towards her father.

Instead, it was a figure.

He wore a blue robe, carried a long sword on his back, and had a calm expression, as if he wouldn't be moved even if the sky were to fall.

That day, the Imperial Guards cornered her, and she thought she was going to die.

But this young man only took one step forward.

Those once arrogant Imperial Guards vanished like paper figures.

Qin Yi never mentioned to anyone how fast her heart was beating at that moment.

She didn't understand why it had to be at this particular time.

The first person I thought of was Xu Ze.

"Senior, if you were in this situation... what would you choose to do?"

Under the night.

A beautiful figure flashed by and disappeared into a corner of the Prime Minister's residence.

……

The western part of the capital city is an affluent area.

A distinguished guest recently moved into the most luxurious mansion.

It is said that he is incredibly wealthy, despite being a rogue cultivator from another part of the Tianyuan Continent.

Some say he was just a Nascent Soul cultivator, and a guest of the Prime Minister's mansion.

However, some people said that they were so frightened by the terrifying sword intent that they could not move when they approached the former royal palace out of curiosity, and that the opponent could not possibly be just a Nascent Soul cultivator.

These rumors did not reach his ears.

Xu Ze had absolutely no interest in those so-called 'battlegrounds'.

He spent his days at home, either cultivating, studying the palace map, or playing with the little girl, leading a leisurely life.

On this particular night, it was a dark and windy night.

Xu Ze changed into a set of night clothes and pushed open the door.

The moonlight in the courtyard was like water, and the shadow of the old locust tree spread all over the ground.

"Let's do it today. I want to go and see what's going on in the palace."

The map was completely drawn, and even every route in the palace had been explored by his puppets.

So, Xu Ze was about to set off.

As she was leaving, Mu Qinghe stood at the door, her little hands gripping the doorframe tightly: "Brother, be careful, don't let Mother catch you..."

For no apparent reason, a sense of crisis rose in her heart.

However, this sense of crisis was not about Xu Ze's safety.

The little girl didn't even know what she was afraid of.

Was he afraid his mother would take him away?

Don't be silly, that's impossible...

"Do not worry."

Xu Ze gave her a gesture, then his figure flickered, transforming into a faint shadow and disappearing into the night.

The moment I left the mansion.

He brought up the system panel and used his own [anchor point].

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Name: Xu Ze

[Cultivation Level: Peak of Nascent Soul Stage]