Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 172: Whispered Words by the Pillow Hold Immense Weight

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Whispered Words by the Pillow Hold Immense Weight

Tai Dian said, "Without evidence, it’s inconvenient for me to say who it is now. However, Nangong Shi found out that someone from Xiqi secretly sent gifts worth thousands of gold to the two treacherous ministers, Fei Zhong and You Hun, to frame the prince. Please make sure to inform the prince so he can be extra cautious!"

"Caution is natural, but as the saying goes, ’A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.’ It is proper to leave quickly."

Since someone had already come to Zhaoge to inform and plot against Bo Yikao, the Imperial Splendor Inn, being crowded and complicated, was not a place Tai Dian could go.

So Ao Yu used the Transformation Technique to change Tai Dian’s appearance and took him to Youli to meet Ji Chang.

Seeing Ji Chang, and after dismissing the attendants, Tai Dian immediately grasped Ji Chang’s hand, weeping and crying, saying, "Your Majesty! Tai Dian is fortunate to see you once more in this lifetime!"

The large man wept openly in public, yet no one would mock him.

In Xiqi, although their statuses were different, he and Ji Chang were extremely close friends.

Having a friend from afar, Ji Chang was deeply moved.

Tai Dian stated his purpose. Ji Chang didn’t speak, probably because, given his understanding of the situation in Xiqi, he could guess without divination who was behind these actions.

They talked for a long time until the afternoon, when Ji Chang sighed and leisurely spoke eight words.

"Chengtang shall fall, Xiqi will rise."

However, as the Marquis Xibo, Ji Chang’s face showed no sign of joy. He had lived far longer than Nezha, so Nezha couldn’t comprehend him.

Whether he was showing a false face or expressing true feelings, it didn’t concern Nezha, but he had decided to save Bo Yikao.

Not because he found him agreeable, nor because Bo Yikao was handsome, but because, during the day, he was willing to speak for an innocent palace maid he barely knew in front of King Zhou.

"I really don’t understand what you’re thinking?"

Little Dragon Girl said, "Ji Chang didn’t promise you any benefits, but you readily agreed to him, taking such a risk to do these things. Bo Yikao is neither a relative nor a friend, yet you are willing to take risks to save him. You men, the thoughts in your heads are really odd indeed."

"These are matters between men; you naturally wouldn’t understand."

"What you’re saying is even stranger."

Nezha just laughed, thinking that not only men but also women’s thoughts are unfathomable to men, no matter how many lifetimes they contemplate.

The next evening, King Zhou was amusing himself at the Star Pick Building, and Daji excused herself to her room, claiming a discomfort in her heart.

She extinguished the lamp in the room; she was a fox, and could see at night.

Looking at Bo Yikao, whom she had pushed over on the bed, flailing his arms in panic in the dark, she smiled with pleasure and pressed her face to his chest.

"Don’t worry, brother, I’m here."

Hearing Daji’s charming voice, Bo Yikao embraced her soft body. Even through a layer of gauze, without needing to see, he was perfectly aware of the fair, smooth skin beneath.

But he felt a strong revulsion in his heart. He used all his strength, shaking all over, to keep from throwing up.

Daji sensed Bo Yikao’s shaking, misunderstood his ’meaning,’ and delightedly embraced the neck of this noble young man.

On any other day, this would have led to a tender embrace, but soon Bo Yikao grabbed her delicate wrist.

Bo Yikao’s strength couldn’t compare to Daji’s, but Daji was so captivated by Bo Yikao’s charm that she seemed to turn from a thousand-year-old fox spirit into a naïve young girl in her first love, pretending to be weak and letting him have his way.

Daji didn’t understand Bo Yikao, but if Bo Yikao thought he had Daji completely under control, he was the real fool.

If a man believes he fully understands a woman, he’s about to experience a great disaster.

Daji laughed, "Brother doesn’t like me being on top?"

Upon hearing this, Bo Yikao desperately closed his eyes, wondering why he was the one going through this.

"Yikao is fortunate to have Your Majesty’s affection, but my father is held in Zhaoge, facing calamity any moment, and as a son, I’m worried every day. Though I love Your Majesty deeply, I don’t dare to engage in matters of love."

Daji listened, her delicate and charming face instantly darkening, but the night was darker, and Bo Yikao couldn’t see it.

"You still want to leave?"

Hearing Daji’s cold tone, Bo Yikao remembered what Nezha said earlier in the day, his heart grew cold, and he quickly said, "With Your Majesty here, how could Bo Yikao bear to leave, but with my father still in Zhaoge, as a son, how can I not be concerned?"

"Isn’t that simple?"

Daji suddenly sat up, on top of Bo Yikao.

"My father has been detained in Youli for seven years, and despite Xiqi’s best efforts, they can’t make His Majesty relent, how can this be simple?"

Bo Yikao asked this way, and Daji just laughed, "Hahaha, what Xiqi says, His Majesty treats as nonsense, but what I say, His Majesty holds as divine law. With just one word from me, Ji Chang can leave Zhaoge tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Of course it’s true, but."

"But what?"

Daji twisted her waist slightly, pulling off her sash, and the gradually adaptative eyes of Bo Yikao suddenly revealed a moonlit whiteness.

...

By noon the next day, the Emperor ordered, granting Ji Chang and his retinue leave from Youli, not only absolving all charges but also bestowing a royal title, granting him authority over military expeditions on behalf of the Emperor, and the power to command in Xiqi.

So it’s said that in the presence of this fatuous sovereign, a thousand words of earnest advice are outweighed by a beauty’s light whispers at his pillow.

At Youli, Ji Chang had already reunited with the entourage and house guards, engaged in a banquet, when a sudden strange wind blew, dislodging a tile above, which fell to the ground and shattered.

Ji Chang was startled, wondering if this was yet another omen?

He then burned incense, bathed, changed clothes, laid out Copper Coins to compute the Eight Diagrams, and sighed, saying, "Today, the Emperor grants us the decree to return home."

Those around him heard this, looked at one another skeptically, but only Nezha stood, gave a formal bow, and said, "Sending you a thousand miles, we must part in the end; since that’s the case, Ji Chang, we shall meet again if fate allows when you return to Xiqi."

Seeing the young man’s heroic spirit, Ji Chang also returned the gesture with a smile, "I wish you to soon discern the fog in your heart."

"Many thanks, then I wish you to live a bit longer."

Nezha turned around and left, Ao Yu followed briskly, putting down his chopsticks, lifting the pink hem of his skirt swiftly, and said, "Ji Chang really plans to leave? If he is leaving, why not take the opportunity to escort him back to Xiqi, lest anything happen on the road again, would we not have wasted our efforts?"

With this series of questions, Nezha wasn’t rushed.

He pointed upward, saying, "The Heavenly Dao wishes Ji Chang to return home, so without our intervention, he is destined to journey with challenges but no danger. Our only concern now is Bo Yikao’s safety."

"With Daji protecting him, at most, he’ll be sun-neglected and tired these days, but not in life-threatening danger, right?"

"The intrigues in Zhaoge are ever-changing, now that the Emperor has ordered Ji Chang’s return, even if he left slowly, he might not make it out of Zhaoge, not to mention Daji wouldn’t let Bo Yikao return, and there’s collusion between some in Xiqi and people within Zhaoge intending to harm him, it cannot be underestimated."

Nezha sighed, looking towards the western edge of the city where clouds gathered thickly, waves surged, pushing back and forth, with the sun casting long lines, shooting ahead of the clouds gleaming like golden arrows, while elsewhere in the sky, it was empty and spotless like porcelain.

"Black clouds hover around the city."

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