Chapter 420: Isn’t it a waste for the Divine Venerable to be in Xiyue?

Chapter 420: Isn't it a waste for the Divine Venerable to be in Xiyue?

In the grand hall, the third prince's body continued to tremble until he finally collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Epileptic fit?" someone exclaimed in shock.

"Hurry and call the imperial physician, summon the imperial physician!"

"When did the third prince develop this ailment? This is quite serious. If something really happens to him and he ends up like this on the throne, it would truly disgrace the entire nation!"

"Not to mention, if the third prince behaves like this on the battlefield, how will the three armies be commanded?"

"I heard that the Witch Clan possesses self-healing abilities. Otherwise, the one in the cold palace wouldn't have survived repeated tortures and still be fine."

In the court, although some officials spoke softly, their words still clearly reached the ears of Ruo Xi Baby and others.

"Your Majesty the Xiyue Emperor, your beloved son is ill!" Ci Xin said curiously, looking at the convulsing third prince on the ground.

"Someone, take Prince Li away!" the Xiyue Emperor coldly commanded. After giving the order, he waved his hand and said, "Prepare a seat for His Majesty the Emperor of Great Wei!"

The servants brought up chairs, but they were placed haphazardly and unevenly.

Xiao Yin smiled faintly and said, "Ci Xin, you hold Xier and sit. I will sit here. Xier likes bright places."

The emperor willingly sat in a lower position and showed respect to his subordinate, which made many officials in the Xiyue court purse their lips.

"Who would have thought that the Emperor of Great Wei is such a casual person!" the old Xiyue Emperor remarked.

"Well, it depends on who it is," Xiao Yin replied. After speaking, he looked at the Xiyue Emperor and said, "I brought Jingyu back to see his mother. I heard that when he was willing to go to Great Wei, you promised to take good care of his mother. Did you?"

"The Witch Concubine has always been strong-willed. She voluntarily went to the cold palace. Over the years, I... have indeed neglected her," the old emperor admitted.

He dared to speak of such matters because he knew that most royal families in the world were like this.

"Your Majesty the Emperor of Great Wei, I heard that many things have recently happened in your palace, is that true?" an official stepped forward, looking at Xiao Yin with a hint of mockery. "I heard that your Empress..."

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the official fell beside a pillar, coughing up blood.

"Jingyu, what... what are you doing?" the emperor shouted coldly at Mo Jingyu. "This is Minister Bian, a fourth-rank official of the court. How dare you strike him like this? Are you planning to rebel?"

"Father, don't you think this man is actually the one planning to rebel?" Mo Jingyu looked at the Xiyue Emperor on the high throne and said, "The reason I became a hostage is because Great Wei is stronger than us, and we reached an agreement with them. Moreover, no matter what, as a nation of etiquette, shouldn't we treat foreign emperors and royal family members with respect?"

"Indeed, the seventh prince speaks reason!" an old minister stepped forward. Xiao Yin recognized him as the Minister of Rites of Xiyue, a man who was very particular about rules and regulations. He wasn't siding with Mo Jingyu; he was just being fair.

After all, Mo Jingyu was a figure in Xiyue that most people preferred not to mention.

"Minister Zhao is indeed insightful, well said!" Ci Xin remarked, glancing at Mo Jingyu, who immediately stepped forward and handed the milk pot to Ci Xin. Ci Xin then gave it to Xiao Xi'er.

Xiao Xi'er looked at the full court of Xiyue officials and felt that it was not as good as Great Wei.

"These officials, each one of them is filled with hostility. They seem dissatisfied with the court and even more so with the emperor. Probably, the Xiyue Emperor has failed quite miserably!"

"Oh, this is from the Seven Colors Palace. Why does he still have some mysterious aura?"

Ruo Xi Baby looked at a man who resembled a general, her eyes filled with curiosity.

The man also looked at Ruo Xi Baby, and with just this exchange of glances, Ruo Xi Baby's little brow furrowed. "What kind of virtue does this damned Xiyue have to possess a Divine Venerable like the White Tiger? I see, the little black dragon is here, the Vermilion Bird is here, but where is the war-loving Divine Venerable White Tiger?"

"Why is the Divine Venerable here? Uncle, Little Heart, we must lure him away!"

Ruo Xi Baby silently called out to her uncle and Little Heart, wanting to bring the War God of West Mountain back, or perhaps...

"By the way, uncle, you should seize West Mountain and gift it to Elder Brother Jingyu. That way, Great Wei will be safe, and this War God can stay with Elder Brother Jingyu!"

"You little rascal, you sure know how to plan things!" Ci Xin looked at the little girl drinking milk in his arms, truly amused and exasperated.

Meanwhile, General Bai Xi, standing in the ranks, felt uneasy.

He had only glanced at the little girl, but it gave him a strange sense of déjà vu, leaving him puzzled.

After all, the little girl was just over a year old, and he hadn't left West Mountain in over a year. The border was under the control of the Seven Colors Palace, and he had no desire to attend court. He only complied because his master insisted he assist the Emperor of West Mountain.

But why are the Emperor and Imperial Tutor of Great Wei staring at him?

Is it because he glanced at the little girl a few times?

"I want to see my mother. Please, bring her here!" Mo Jingyu continued to make his request.

"By the way, we also came to see the Witch Concubine," Xiao Yin added.

"Ah, after the court session, you can see her. I forgot to release her from the cold palace earlier. Later, I will have her arranged in the Gui Li Palace," the Emperor said.

"With so many courtiers here, let them witness how the Emperor treats my mother!" Mo Jingyu said.

"Jingyu, don't overstep!" the Emperor snapped.

On the side, the Imperial Tutor of West Mountain finally spoke. He had been observing Ruo Xi Baby, convinced that this child was peculiar. Her words, actions, every move—they were all peculiar. He thought she might be some demon, but no matter how he looked, the girl was just an ordinary baby.

"Your Majesty, just comply with the Seventh Prince. After all, the affairs of the harem are always a headache for you, aren't they?" The soft voice carried a strange tone.

Ruo Xi Baby glanced at this person: "Just a show-off, nothing interesting!"

Feeling the little girl's disdain, Imperial Tutor Ye Xuan felt as if an arrow had pierced his heart, leaving him in pain.

"Yes, yes, the Imperial Tutor is right. My harem is always a headache. Yes, yes, bring the Witch Concubine here!"