The Emperor was obsessed with immortality, stuffing himself with all sorts of rubbish. In just two or three years, his body was already failing.
The more this happened, the more irritable the Emperor became.
The Little Taoist Priest, fearing entanglement, took the money and ran.
He had always been in disguise in the palace; once outside, he changed his appearance, and nobody could catch him.
"Princess Consort Jin, do you think all this mischief will come back to haunt you?"
The Little Taoist Priest lamented in the Juyuan Pavilion.
He might have made a good sum of money in the Imperial Palace.
What a pity, now the Emperor is like a ticking time bomb.
He wouldn't dare make a joke at the expense of his own head.
Chuzheng seriously asked, "What mischief?"
The corner of the Little Taoist Priest's mouth twitched; she wouldn't even admit it.
Alright then.
She had never admitted it.
Yet here was Cheng Xiao's current plight.
Ye Yang, secretly executed.