Tian Yuan took it solemnly.
When Xu Qing asked her to cast Buddhist incense and prepare Jati flower incense for Xiangguo Temple, she once said, "As long as there is a command, she will do her best to help."
Your Majesty must have begun to suspect that Xiao Juesong was related to her and Xiao Huayong. The best way to test her was to see whether Xiao Juesong's men would kill her indiscriminately.
She had already reminded Xiao Changqing of this and conveyed her meaning to them. From the moment they chose to deal a fatal blow to His Majesty, she was His Majesty's daughter-in-law and had nothing to do with them anymore.
Your Majesty will definitely give these people an opportunity to harm her. Your Majesty has already figured out who she can bring with her. And it is not easy for her to arrange people now in the palace. So she asks Master Xuqing to protect her.
Thinking of this, my stomach was kicked again, and a bulge appeared, but it quickly shrank back.
Shen Xihe held her belly and whispered, "Don't be afraid, mother won't let anything happen to you. After this, no one will be able to stop you from being born."
As if feeling his mother's comfort, Xiao Junshu calmed down.
On October 17, the 23rd year of Youning, the emperor fell into a coma. Master Xu Qing of Xiangguo Temple led people to perform a ritual in Mingzheng Hall. All the palace ladies, civil and military officials were present to pray for the emperor.
Outside the Mingzheng Hall, flags were flying, guards were standing, and the sounds of chanting accompanied by the beating of wooden fish floated over the entire hall. Civil and military officials knelt on the left, the empress dowager, Shen Xihe and the ladies of the royal family knelt on the right, and in the middle, more than a hundred monks were chanting and praying.
Regardless of whether everyone is truly pious or not, the solemn altar appears dignified.
About half an hour later, a eunuch shouted happily: "Your Majesty has arrived—"
The voice was loud and joyful. Everyone looked sideways and saw Emperor Youning, who seemed to be dragging his sick body, being supported by Liu Sanzhi and walking slowly towards them. He was wearing a loose, light fur coat. The monks in the middle made way for him one after another.
Emperor Youning walked towards Master Xuqing who was standing in front of the altar in the center.
All the officials and ladies felt relieved, thinking that the clouds would finally clear and the uneasiness and depression of the past few days would fade away. Suddenly, a monk drew a shining long sword and rushed towards Emperor Youning who had walked to the middle.
At the same time, several objects hit the ground and bursts of smoke spread out.
Mo Yu and Zhenzhu immediately protected Shen Xihe on both sides. The ladies and officials were all frightened and many of them ran away screaming.
White mist covered the scene in front of her, and soon Mo Yu felt the murderous aura approaching. She raised her arm and swung her sword. In the thick fog where she couldn't see her hand in front of her, the sound of the sword clashing was extremely harsh.
Unable to see, they could only act based on their intuition. Tianyuan and Jiuzhang were on the periphery and soon joined the battle. Only Zhenzhu stayed with Shen Xihe.
Shen Xihe was in the thick smoke and could only occasionally see waving figures.
Before one puff of thick smoke had dissipated, another puff of thick smoke came. The smell of the smoke was particularly pungent to Shen Xihe, but she remained calm and composed and slowly closed her eyes.
By observing the fluctuations of the aura around her, she could roughly determine where she was and how many people were entangled with her.
"Moyu, behind me!"
Mo Yu stabbed behind her with her sword, and sure enough, with a "pop" sound, the sword pierced into the flesh. She pulled out the sword, and the smell of blood instantly filled the air.