The Empress's No.1 Lackey
Chapter 691 - 459. Curse Killing Zhao Douan (5k)_2

Chapter 691: 459. Curse Killing Zhao Douan (5k)_2

Prince Jing smiled faintly, his face flickering in and out of the shadows: "Hmph, even if that old woman from the Shen family doesn’t come to the door, as a father, I still plan to conduct a curse killing. Tonight is the grandest night of the Sangmen Star’s glow in the past few days, supported by various preparations... I don’t believe that brat won’t die!"

Xu Jinglong exclaimed excitedly: "I thought Father would hold back for a while. It turns out there has been a plan all along, but... if he really dies at this time, when Xu Zhenguan arrives, will it..."

After the Young Master’s excitement, he frowned, feeling somewhat uneasy.

But Prince Jing remained indifferent: "Our emperor knows her priorities; she won’t create additional issues before the Sealing Ceremony. As for after the sealing..."

The Young Master waited for half a day and didn’t hear the latter part, feeling a bit uneasy at heart. Despite his status, he was not aware of his father’s recent arrangements and schemes.

All he knew was that since the beginning of the year, his father frequently corresponded with the six princes, except for Prince Huaian, as if plotting some major event.

Xu Jinglong had some vague suspicions but did not dare to confirm them, nor dared to ask.

Prince Jing also did not intend to explain, speaking halfway and then turning to look at the old magician from the White Clothes Sect: "How long until Zhao Douan dies?"

The old magician pondered for a moment and said, "If all goes well, he will breathe his last tonight. If not, he will fall terminally ill, and within no more than five days, he will die."

Prince Jing turned and left: "There is a Bodhisattva by his side. If so, why not wait five more days?"

...

...

Early the next morning, the sky was still densely clouded.

In the early morning, a scream drew attention from many people within the government office.

When Cao Yun Governor Ning Zechen heard the news and rushed to Zhao Douan’s bedroom, he found that outside the room was already crowded with people from Lihua Hall and the Martial Arts Hall.

The room was also packed with people!

Eunuch Hai, Tang Jinzhong, and other Inner Palace Experts; Lang Shiba, Ji Yue, and other divine protectors, and trusted aides like Qian Kerou, filled the small room.

"What’s happened to Lord Zhao?! I heard from Mr. Wen that the lord is bedridden?!" Governor Ning looked anxious and shouted as soon as he entered the room.

He took a few steps to push through the crowd and reached the window, where he saw Zhao Douan lying unconscious on the bed.

His complexion was gray; he lay on his back with his upper body unclothed, revealing his chest. His lips were bluish-purple, and there was no trace of blood on his face, shivering from cold in his unconscious state.

At this moment, a translucent-eyed Bodhisattva sat by the bed, faint Buddha Light emanating from her eyes, staring intently at a black-purple vein on Zhao Douan’s chest that was slowly spreading to his heart.

"Lord?!" Governor Ning was as if struck by lightning, almost staggering, his head ringing, muttering, "How did it become so serious? How could it be like this?"

Divine Chapter top-grade, it is said to resist cold and heat, not far from it, to fall seriously ill overnight, exceeded this Second Rank official’s imagination.

Eunuch Hai, standing by the bed, explained with a grave expression, "He didn’t appear on time this morning. When a subordinate knocked on the door, they found him like this. I got here just a little earlier than you did."

While speaking, Bodhisattva’s "Wisdom Eye" restrained its divine light, showing a peculiar expression.

"Bodhisattva, how is my lord? Why did he suddenly fall into this state?" The secretary, Qian Kerou, asked urgently. Shen Juan, Hou Renmeng, and other confidantes were also anxious.

Bodhisattva scanned the faces around and said, "Mr. Zhao didn’t fall ill but was cursed. If I am not mistaken, last night Mr. Zhao’s Life Star dimmed, the Sangmen Star was active, and his fortune fell to the recent low... it seems like spell killing was performed by an evil mage who believes in the Sorrow God."

Sorrow God? Curse killing?

"An evil mage from the White Clothes Sect?" Lang Shiba, who was standing aside, frowned, "Was it the Shen family? Or is it the doing of Prince Jing Mansion?"

Governor Ning was suddenly enlightened, muttering, "Prince Jing Mansion! It must be Prince Jing Mansion! Yesterday there were visitors outside the mansion... the Shen family must have been driven to desperation, perhaps both sides have joined forces... Since it is a spell, finding the evil mage might undo it. I will take people to Prince Jing Mansion and capture them!"

After saying that, the governor in rage was about to leave with a killing aura, but then heard the Bodhisattva speak softly: "Governor, please stay. Not to mention whether you can break into the Royal Mansion and find the spell caster, or if the caster is hiding within, this spell has been cast, and killing the caster won’t break it either."

Governor Ning stopped and turned back dejectedly, asking, "Then what should we do?"

Suddenly, his eyes brightened: "Bodhisattva saved me that day, surely you can save Lord Zhao!"

For a moment, everyone, including Eunuch Hai, turned their hopeful gazes to the Bodhisattva.

The nun felt surrounded by a pack of wolves, feeling that if she uttered even half a word of "no," she would be chopped down by the end of the day —

Considering Zhao Douan’s status and the martial prowess of Eunuch Hai and others, the possibility was indeed high.

Facing the threat to her life, the old nun’s mouth twitched slightly, and said, "Please rest assured, everyone, I will do my best to rescue Zhao Douan. However... the situation is not as dire as it seems. In fact, even without me, Mr. Zhao can hold on until the emperor arrives."

Seeing the crowd’s confusion, the Bodhisattva raised her finger gently towards Zhao Douan’s forehead.

Light blossomed from her fingertip, and then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhao Douan’s forehead suddenly lit up with a green lotus mark. The mark seemed alive, rooted in his sea of consciousness, gently swaying, releasing circles of warm and steady Buddha Light.

The Buddha Light washed over his body layer by layer.

"Mr. Zhao once debated scripture in the Capital, and the principles he spoke of invoked the descent of the ’Worldly Venerate.’ Mr. Zhao received the blessing of the Worldly Venerate, a Green Lotus was planted in his sea of consciousness, and his divine soul was protected by Buddha Light. Any injury to his body can be healed by the Green Lotus, restoring him faster than ordinary people..."