The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

Chapter 917: Infighting (1)

Old Master Lin was dead.

The Lin family’s First Master had his ears cut off for offending the Emperor.

The Lin family seemed to have lost their backbone all of a sudden.

When the Virtuous King paid his respects to Old Master Lin, his expression was extremely bad.

His maternal grandfather was a staunch supporter of the virtuous king, but he had many grandchildren, and few of them were as bold as Old Master Lin. Many people were secretly wavering.

However, with the old master holding down the fort, no one dared to change sides.

However, after Old Master Lin’s death, the Lin family gradually emerged.

There was no longer the unity of the past.

After the Xian King finished his condolences, he returned to the Imperial Residence with a gloomy expression.

The Daoist who had been chased out of the Lin family’s door stood respectfully in front of the door.

There was no trace of extraordinariness on his face. Instead, he had a flattering expression.

“Your Highness, you’re back.” The Daoist carefully looked at the Sage King.

King Xian entered the manor and kicked the Daoist in the chest.

The Daoist immediately fell to the ground and rolled around.

“What a useless thing. How did he die? Didn’t you say that you extended his life?” The Sage King’s face was indifferent, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.

The Daoist felt the killing intent and immediately got up from the ground.

He clutched his chest and knelt on the ground with difficulty.

“Your Highness, everything was going smoothly. But someone ruined the plan.”

“The Daoist threw out a lot of red packets, and then selected those who were weak to complete the longevity. He chose a total of five. He had succeeded in the first four, but he had not brought back the lifespan of the last one. Her skull had even been opened. She only remembered that it was a little girl who was less than ten years old. In the end, she only added 40 years to the old man.

You also saw it. During the few days of stealing his birthday, the old master’s face was red without any problems.”

“In order not to leave any evidence, the Daoist sent the life-stealing ghost back to look for the skull. Who knew that the life-stealing ghost would never return. The next day, I heard that he was captured by the Palace of Salvation, and something happened to the old master.” The Daoist knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

The Sage King’s face was less angry.

Coincidentally, Little Mrs. Zheng’s enchanting figure walked over from the corridor. The Daoist lowered his head and went to the study.

“Wangye, drink some ginseng soup. Your highness has been busy these few days, you must take care of your health.” Little Zheng was the second sister of the Zheng family. She originally tried to enter the palace to be a concubine, but she schemed against the wrong person and accidentally became the second wife of her brother-in-law.

She was ambitious, but she could see the situation clearly.

After entering the manor, she cried for a few days and served the virtuous king very gently every day.

Consort Zheng was the eldest daughter of the Di family and the matriarch of the Zheng family. Naturally, she wouldn’t serve him like an ordinary woman, which made Second Young Lady Zheng dote on her a little more.

Even Concubine Lin retreated a little.

“Thank you for your hard work. Why do I need you to do these things?” The Sage King felt a little more satisfied when he saw the woman who only cared about him.

Ever since the day the wangfei miscarried, she had been angry with him until now.

Little Zheng then took over the task of consoling the Xian King.

“No worries.” As he spoke, he seemed to hear a few strange sounds in his ears.

Little Mrs Zheng frowned. She rarely came to the study, so she didn’t know why.

“It’s probably the Concubine Ying.” Ever since the Emperor of Dongli returned to the country, she had gone crazy. There’s no need to teach her a lesson.” Secondary Consort Ying had been locked up in the dungeon in the study for a year or two.

Little Zheng wanted to say something, but when she saw Prince Xian’s sinister gaze, she immediately stopped.

She had heard of Secondary Consort Ying’s beauty and that she grew up on horseback, but she had never seen her before.