Chapter 291
[Some are staying in the servants' quarters, some are setting up stalls nearby, and a few others went out to gather information about the imperial estate. It's expected they will make a move on the imperial estate within these two days.]
"Make a move on the imperial estate? Matsuyama secretly sneaked back into the capital just for the things inside the imperial estate?"
As soon as Yue Fuguang's words came out, the Great Yan court instantly fell dead silent! All that remained was heavy breathing and the rustling sounds of clothes rubbing as people shifted uneasily.
Emperor Mingxi, who had just been performing a stand-up comedy routine of his own, suddenly looked like a goose caught by the neck. No matter how fierce or brave he was, he couldn't make a single sound for a moment.
A few people's faces instantly turned pale, cold sweat dripping down their temples. They all knew what the things inside meant for the current Great Yan and for its people three years from now.
If something went wrong with the things inside, they wouldn't just have to worry about how the emperor would deal with them; even the Junior Preceptor, who had slowly begun to change her opinion of them, would probably pack up and run away.
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› After all, she had explicitly said she didn't play with useless trash!
As the monarch and officials of Great Yan were terrified, everyone couldn't help but ask the same question in their hearts: How did the Dongyi people know that good things were planted in the imperial estate?
Although the private fields of emperors in various countries were planted with exotic flowers, rare herbs, and strange fruit trees not commonly seen by the outside world.
Because they were rare, they were destined to be enjoyed only by a few. Therefore, even if curious, no royalty would easily touch the things in another country's imperial estate.
Since Matsuyama wanted to touch the things in the imperial estate, he must be aiming for the high-yield premium seeds.
So the question was, who told him this news?
At this moment, Emperor Mingxi, who had recovered slightly, looked at everyone with suspicion.
Sitting upright on his high throne, his gloomy gaze slowly swept over the officials who had their heads bowed and eyes lowered.
The imperial majesty rushed forth, pressing down on the hundred or so people so hard they held their breath. The air grew so stagnant it felt as if water could be wrung from it.
The cold sweat seeping from the temples of Wang Shouchen, Huo Ying, Cai Xian, and the others was even worse than the continuous spring rain that had been falling outside the hall for three days.
The silence at this moment was more terrifying than thunder; it was the calm before the storm.
Yue Fuguang and the system ignored this tense, hostile atmosphere and continued their conversation. [It is indeed for the potatoes inside. These fools still don't know that besides potatoes, there are other good things of the same tier in there. However, with just a dozen or so lackeys under him, stealing potatoes from under Shen Jian and the others' strict guard is still a rather arduous task.]
"Little Zhu, you are actually worrying for him!"
[Oh, Master, isn't it because life has been too boring lately! When Matsuyama and his group of shorties go to steal from the imperial estate, I'll do a live broadcast for you, Master!]
Everyone felt helpless while also having a head full of question marks. The divine artifact was once again saying things they couldn't understand.
Not to mention they couldn't figure out what a live broadcast was.
Listening closely, these two ancestors had been talking for a long time, but neither of them remembered to give them a heads-up. Could it be that because of their incompetence, they had disappointed the little immortal once again!
"Watching the Dongyi people steal vegetables? That sounds quite fun!"
Ever since the system upgraded to level four, Yue Fuguang hadn't used the live broadcast function yet. This time, she could give it a try.
She just didn't know if Wei Ping and the others would arrest them right now, or cast a long line to catch a big fish.
Everyone: So live broadcast means to watch as a spectator? The Junior Preceptor wants to watch, so should they arrest the people now or not?
Wei Ping and Cai Xian carefully looked toward their emperor.
Their hearts instantly settled down by more than half, all because their emperor's complexion was much better now than before.
Emperor Mingxi saw their little movements and really wanted to snort coldly, but fearing Yue Fuguang might misunderstand, he forcefully held it back.
"Little Zhu, now that we're done talking about Matsuyama, tell me where that Feng Yang is hiding right now?"
[Master, this Feng Yang is even better at hiding. He is currently hiding in the Great Buddha Temple.]
The Great Buddha Temple? Wei Ping and Cai Xian exchanged a glance. They had led men to all the temples and Daoist shrines near the capital.
They hadn't found any suspicious persons in the Great Buddha Temple. Could it be that they had been careless and missed him again?
"Are you talking about the temple that is as famous as the Baoye Temple, where my grandfather once stole golden lotus seeds?"
Yu Chongshan: Great, a secret hidden for decades, now known by the entire court in a single day!
What a good granddaughter, truly honoring her grandfather to death!
Yu Chongshan couldn't help but blush. It had been a long time since he felt this embarrassed!
Yu Zhongchun and his two brothers couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths. Having accidentally learned their old man's secret today, wouldn't the old man fly into a rage out of humiliation and take it out on them!
After all, the old man couldn't bear to complain even a little bit about his precious golden nugget.
[That's the one. This time, his method of hiding is different from the last. Today's Feng Yang goes by the Buddhist name Liaofeng, and he is a legally certified wandering monk.
By staying temporarily at the Great Buddha Temple as a visiting monk, not only does he get free food and lodging, but it also helped him evade the imperial court's searches multiple times.]
"Don't mortals value their hair very much? He made himself bald, and he can't be like us immortals, who can grow flowing long hair on a bald head with a single spell.
To hide himself, his sacrifice is quite big!"
Immortals can grow hair with a single spell? The middle-aged and elderly officials, who had overworked their brains to the point where scratching their white heads makes their hair even thinner, barely able to hold a hairpin, were once again fiercely envious!
But even more people felt that it was just another day of the Junior Preceptor focusing on the wrong things.
[Feng Yang's public identity in Western Qiang was that of a monk, though he used body doubles back then.
He is only doing this now out of necessity for convenience. Hiding in the Great Buddha Temple not only provides an identity cover, but also because the temple keeper of the Great Buddha Temple is an undercover agent for the Wind and Rain Pavilion.
Master, the purpose of Feng Yang coming to the capital, apart from dealing with the aftermath of Luo Feng's capture and rebuilding the Great Yan headquarters of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, there is another purpose. Guess what it is?]
Yue Fuguang stroked her small chin, thinking of the chaos in the capital before the Crown Prince's wedding. "Coming for me?"
[Yes and no. Tonight, Feng Yang will order all the Wind and Rain Pavilion assassins in the capital to split into three groups. One group will set fire to the East Market to attract the city's attention and defense forces.
Another group will wait for an opportunity to sneak into the Yu Manor to abduct you. If they can't take you alive, dead is fine too.
Finally, he will personally lead people to sneak into the Xuanwei Manor to steal the potato seedlings.]
"Quite a good calculation! It's just that his dog guts are too big, actually daring to covet my life. Then let him come but never return!
Little Zhu, keep an eye on tonight's operation. When all the people from the Wind and Rain Pavilion are out, if the Great Yan soldiers are incompetent and can't catch Feng Yang, remember to finish him off."
Yue Fuguang had opened her eyes by this time, just in time to see the sunlight spilling through the window lattices of the main hall, casting mottled halos of light and adding a touch of liveliness to the purple, crimson, blue, and green official robes.
"The spring scenery is wonderful, perfect for sending him on his way."
Everyone heard a trace of murderous intent in the Junior Preceptor's plain words.
[Master, Little Zhu will open the live broadcast for you then!]
Wei Ping and Cai Xian exchanged a glance; Feng Yang could not be kept alive.
At this time, Emperor Mingxi's anger was also surging upwards. It was one thing for these people to covet his potatoes, but they actually greedily tried to abduct their Junior Preceptor time and time again.