The Prince Can Do Divination-Chapter 127 - 118: Silver Frost Unifies and Presents a National Treasure, a White-robed Monk Enters the Celestial Dynasty

Chapter 127: Chapter 118: Silver Frost Unifies and Presents a National Treasure, a White-robed Monk Enters the Celestial Dynasty

「Qingzhu Hall.」

Early in the morning, many Palace Maids were already bustling inside and outside the hall. They were busy preparing for the wedding in three days’ time, getting paper cuttings, celebratory couplets, festive lanterns, and candles all ready.

The Wang Family’s betrothal gifts had long been prepared. Carts upon carts rolled into the Qi Mansion and the Champion Marquis’s Mansion—more than a dozen in total. Among all the treasures of gold, silver, and rare oddities, several carts were filled with gold alone.

In return for the betrothal gifts, the Qi Mansion and the Champion Marquis’s Mansion would also send over a large dowry.

But the Wang Family was wealthy and influential, part of the Royal Family and Nobility. No matter how extravagant the wedding, it wouldn’t cause much of a stir.

With the grand wedding imminent, Lu Mingyuan saw Qi Muxue and Huo Hongling less frequently. There were simply too many things to prepare at home.

As the Prime Minister of the Cabinet, Wang He’fu naturally received many words of blessing and collected a considerable amount of gift money in advance.

The Cabinet even issued a special document of congratulations.

This was a compliment to the Wang Family. After all, the current Vice Chief Minister was also Mr. Wang, so currying favor with him was never a bad idea.

Even with the grand wedding just around the corner, Lu Mingyuan’s dedication to his martial arts training did not waver.

No matter how the Palace Maids decorated, his three-part routine of breathing exercises, fist practice, and sword swings never ceased. He watched the progress bar before his eyes slowly inch upward.

Several days had passed. Since opening the Sea Gazing Acupoint, his other Acupoints had become easier to open. He had quickly progressed from 2,160 Acupoints to 2,600.

One-third of the Acupoints in his entire body were now lit by the Taotie Divine Flame.

His Thunder Prison Sword Intent was constantly solidifying, slowly improving thanks to his Blade Master Fate Grid.

[Deep Blue Destiny - Blade Master, Refinement Level increased to 30%]

After a day of cultivation, Lu Mingyuan poured himself a cup of tea in the courtyard. Zi Yun and Hong Wan had gone with his mother to pick out wedding attire, leaving him alone in the hall.

An inexplicable calm settled in his heart.

The increase in his strength had caused a subtle shift in his mindset.

’If the Second Prince falls someday and the Eighth Prince officially ascends the throne, I’ll be out of the Cold Palace. What should I do then? Where should I go?’

’Maybe I could find a fiefdom and live out the rest of my life in peace. Being surrounded by a group of divinely favored immortal companions... that sounds like a carefree way to live.’

’Or what if neither the Second Prince nor the Eighth Prince gets the throne, and some other prince snatches it instead?’

’Or... what if I just take down all the princes and become the Crown Prince myself?’

’That would probably be difficult. I don’t have any Immortal Influence backing me unconditionally. Relying on just the Champion Marquis and my father-in-law from the Qi Family isn’t enough.’ 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

’Even though Chen Ke was accepted by Wen Sheng as a Registered Disciple, that’s Chen Ke’s benefit. To think it would benefit me is just wishful thinking. Wen Sheng is his master, not mine. Unless Chen Ke can become a Saint and give me a hand.’

’My own master is still guarding the Great Wall. He probably won’t be back anytime soon.’

’No matter how I look at it, I’m just not qualified enough.’

’I’m a bit stronger than the Third Prince, who was stripped of his military authority, and much stronger than the Ninth Prince. But even the Third Prince has Chiyang Mountain behind him, and the Long-armed Old Monster is not weak.’

’The Second Prince has an existence comparable to a Saint backing him. And the Eighth Prince... he’s on another level. He has the support of the Li Sheng and the Military Saint, has married three beautiful wives, and treats his subordinates with courtesy. He’s like a Son of Destiny.’

’Forget it. The risk is still too great.’

Lu Mingyuan pondered for a moment. Suddenly, a clear, teasing female voice rang out by his ear.

"You’re as serious as ever."

He turned his head and saw a woman with snow-white hair, slender willow-leaf eyebrows, and an elegant coiffure. She was dressed in a green Daoist Robe.

A smile spread across the White-haired Daoist Nun’s face, her eyes and brows as picturesque as a painting.

Her voice was clear and melodious. She had an excellent figure with a slender waist, her chest filling out her robes. Her clothes fluttered as she sized up Lu Mingyuan with a pair of beautiful, assessing eyes.

"Lu Mingyuan, why hasn’t your cultivation progressed at all? Are you hiding your realm?"

From what she knew of Lu Mingyuan, he was hardworking and not without talent. It was impossible that his Martial Arts Cultivation hadn’t broken through after all this time.

Lu Mingyuan’s expression froze for a second.

’Looks like I’ll have to slightly raise my aura every once in a while,’ he thought, realizing he hadn’t paid attention to this detail. ’Otherwise, observant people will still notice something is off.’

But not everyone knew him this well. Yun Qinghe was so perceptive because she had spent a period of time with him.

Yun Qinghe didn’t seem interested in pressing the issue. Instead, she nodded in understanding. "Forget it, I won’t ask. Everyone has their secrets. I have mine, too."

Lu Mingyuan smiled to cover up. "My secrets are nothing compared to yours."

"Having too many secrets isn’t a good thing. You get all bottled up with nowhere to vent, and you become all gloomy and sullen. It’s so annoying. I’m so bottled up right now I can’t stand it. I just want to find someone to chop up."

Yun Qinghe pouted and complained.

Hearing this, Lu Mingyuan gave a wry smile, but his eyes held a hint of relief and ease.

’This is the real Yun Qinghe.’

’When I first met her, I thought she was an aloof, rational, and cold-blooded Fairy, high and mighty.’

’The next time we met, she turned out to be a Sword Cultivator who loved to show off, disliked reasoning, avenged every slight, and sought a clear conscience.’

He still remembered her three True Words of the Sword Dao to this day.

The first sword seeks a clear conscience. The second sword attests to the Great Dao. The third sword seeks invincibility.

’And now, she’s gained a hint of that adorably detestable quality of someone who loathes their job.’

It seemed there was a bit of mutual appreciation between the two of them, like kindred spirits.

"Miss Yun, what are you doing here? Don’t you have a mission?" Lu Mingyuan asked. He remembered that she had infiltrated the Imperial Palace for a specific purpose.

"Coming here to see you is also part of the plan."