Feng Qing heard this and said, "Mingsu, Awu has never forced anyone." He looked at Mingsu and said word by word, "It's you who chose this path."

Mingsu lowered his eyes slightly, "You are right, it is my choice." He raised his head slightly, "Everything you give up must be gained. Maybe this is my destiny."

His eyes were light, "Feng Qing, you can't go to the Saint's Tomb. Once you get involved, everything will change."

Feng Qing's eyes darkened slightly, "Mingsu, I hope what you said is true."

Looking at his back, Mingsu tilted his head. His expression was as calm as ever, showing a bit of arrogance.

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Ancient cities, dilapidated statues, and prosperous streets appear in the book bit by bit.

Fu Ronghua nestled in Emperor Xuanzhao's arms, flipping through the book in front of him. The material of this book was extremely special, as if it was made of a special animal skin, as thin as a cicada's wing and extremely flexible.

Xuan Ji held her hand and said, "I have tried it before and found that this book is invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire."

He looked at Fu Ronghua with a smile, "Tell me, if I can find its existence, my soldiers will have another life."

He painted the above picture bit by bit, "Everything recorded here shocked me. A woman single-handedly raised up the decaying dynasty."

His finger fell on one of the names, "Sang Wu, the regent princess of the dynasty. Her followers are all called Emperor Ji. After raising the dynasty, she retreated behind the scenes and was buried in the imperial mausoleum at the end of her life."

He paused and turned to the next page, "Not long after, there were frequent disasters in Jialan. The saint was born. She was brought into the palace by the then national preceptor. She was granted the destiny to save Jialan. It is said that the appearance of the saint was similar to that of the emperor at that time.

Ji is exactly the same, and some people say she is the reincarnation of Di Ji."

He turned the page again, "The name of the saint has always been a secret. Legend has it that she possesses mysterious power, is immortal, and has protected Jialan for thousands of years."

Fu Ronghua raised his head when he heard this, "If this is true, why did Jialan fall away after a thousand years, leaving only a legend?"

She played with her long hair, "Your Majesty, don't you think this is more like a myth?"

She leaned on Xuan Ji's chest, "When did Your Majesty believe this?"

Xuan Ji pinched her chin and said, "The return of me and you is the greatest affirmation."

Fu Ronghua tilted his head, "Your Majesty, what do you want?"

Xuan Ji smiled, "Who doesn't want it? I suspect that Mingsu is related to Jialan."

He frowned slightly as he spoke, "Maybe he is a descendant of Jialan, otherwise he would not have such magical power."

Fu Ronghua blinked lightly, "Everything is just your Majesty's guess. If this is true, then this saint's tomb may be in danger. After all, can we ordinary people really bear such magical power?"

Xuan Ji lowered his head, "My queen is afraid."

Fu Ronghua turned around and hugged his neck, "Of course I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid that Your Majesty will regret it later."

Xuan Ji smiled, he leaned over and kissed her lips gently, "I must get the glory, at any cost."

Seeing the ambition in his eyes, Fu Ronghua lowered her head slightly and hung her whole body on him. She closed her eyes slightly and said, "Then I wish your Majesty that you will get what you want."
Chapter completed!