I Have A Qi Fortune Altar-Chapter 701 - 449

Having left Chunhua Palace, Chen Yuan was unaware that Sima Ke had already fabricated so much, which amounted to sheer slander and defamation against him. How could he, the noble Duke of Wuwei, a Daoist of the Taoist Divine Palace, and a fourth-rank official, possibly commit such acts?

His name was Chen Yuan, not Cao Yuan, and he had hardly any significant connection to the Prime Minister’s integrity.

After leaving Chunhua Palace, Chen Yuan resumed his pretense and carefully searched the Harem several times before leaving it as night fell.

The truth was already quite clear, but Chen Yuan could not reveal it. He could only use it to achieve his purposes, a small consolation. During the night, he contacted the other Daoists through the Heavenly Book Treasure.

"Fellows, the suppression location of our senior Moluo has been found!!!"

This was Chen Yuan’s transmission, followed by one light after another beginning to flicker within the Heavenly Book Space.

"Well done!"

Li Su replied.

"Indeed, we were not mistaken about you."

Chu Changfeng chimed in.

Only when Chen Yuan found the suppression location of senior Moluo did they finally breathe a sigh of relief. If it had remained unfound, all efforts to distract the court’s masters elsewhere would have been futile and merely led to their deaths.

Now that it was found, they could accelerate the conclusion of their arrangements, ensuring nothing went awry.

"Where is it?"

Jiang He’s voice remained cool.

"The Cold Palace."

Chen Yuan said solemnly.

"The Cold Palace?"

"Indeed, in that place."

"Now that we know the location, the rest should be easier to handle."

Afterward, they discussed other matters related to the ancestral worship ceremony inside the Heavenly Book, speaking with great gravity.

"Chen Yuan, we entrust you with the task of rescuing senior Moluo."

"Be very cautious."

"Cautious..."

Stern voices emerged from within the Heavenly Book, their tones resolute. Chen Yuan was momentarily silent. The court’s ancestral worship, teeming with powerhouses, was as perilous as he could imagine.

Even though these Daoists were powerful, it was still exceedingly dangerous—likely a gamble with their lives to buy him time.

And once they appeared, escaping would be difficult.

Yet their resolution was firm.

He had never met senior Moluo, and did not know what favor or personal charisma of his compelled these extraordinary heroes to rescue him at any cost...

"I will do my best."

Chen Yuan answered solemnly.

Setting aside the repeated assistance from the Taoist Divine Palace, now was his time to repay his debts; merely tracing his own origins was inseparable from senior Moluo’s help.

Although it involved some risks, it had to be done.

After discussing various other matters, the conference thus concluded.

Chen Yuan then stowed away the Heavenly Book and resumed his cultivation.

His True Core cultivation was still too weak in the presence of these individuals, weak enough that they could not count on Chen Yuan as a main force, but only entrust him with the weighty task of rescuing Moluo.

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A night passed without words, and early the next morning, Chen Yuan opened his eyes and, after a meal at the manor, set out to inspect the Eastern Imperial City Bureau as usual.

With the ancestral worship ceremony approaching, standing out was a foolish act; it was best to keep things as normal as usual. And because the event was coming, he could keenly sense that the Imperial City seemed to have been mobilized.

It was all to prepare for the ceremony.

The triennial ancestral worship ceremony was not unusual, having occurred dozens of times in previous years, so most people did not connect it with other things.

Their mindset was very calm.

Of course, this didn’t mean they took it lightly.

Perhaps in the eyes of those important court officials, this affair was merely a formality, but for ordinary officials, even a minor mistake

could mean losing their heads.

After spending some time in the Eastern Imperial City Bureau, without waiting for other affairs, another imperial command from Jingtai arrived, summoning him to the Imperial Study Room.

He knew, barring surprises, that it was likely concerning the Consort’s death.

Surprisingly, Jingtai seemed quite anxious.

Previously, Chen Yuan had not wanted to report proactively, waiting instead for Jingtai’s summoning before glossing over the matter; he thought Jingtai might bring it up after the ancestral worship ceremony.

He hadn’t anticipated that just after one day, the other party would become so anxious.

Could it be...

Jingtai really didn’t know?

He thought it unlikely.

Carrying various thoughts, Chen Yuan once again came to the Imperial Palace Study Room. After being announced, he saw Jingtai and Cao Zhengxian, nearly no different from the previous day.

Jingtai, still with a calm expression, played with something while Cao Zhengxian attended by the side.

"Snap."

Hearing Chen Yuan’s arrival, Jingtai casually put down the brush in his hand and looked up at him.

"This servant greets Your Majesty."

Chen Yuan bowed.

"Stand up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Chen Yuan calmly raised his head.

Jingtai casually asked, "I heard from the palace that Minister Chen returned quite late yesterday and did not visit the Harem today. Did you find something?"

Chen Yuan’s eyes flickered as he quickly replied,

"Replying to Your Majesty, this servant indeed discovered some matters."

"Speak...."

"This servant believes that the Consort’s drowning was accidental."

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