The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 591: Deep in the Palace
"Husband, in this situation, do you still want to go out?"

Under the big tree at the gate of the courtyard, the woman's figure was intertwined with the shadow of the tree. As she tended to rise into the air, her shadow swayed in the dimness.

She could only hold onto the tree, her fingers digging into the bark.

Wen Siyuan looked back at his wife with deep eyes.

"I..." He flicked his sleeves and said in a rough voice, "It has nothing to do with you. Go back to your room quickly and don't leave the hospital before the morning."

Zhao Lan smiled coldly, with sarcasm in her voice: "Since it is so dangerous, you still insist on going out. Who are you doing this for?"

Wen Siyuan couldn't say it.

He couldn't say it clearly. The body of the blood dragon that disappeared in the sky was his son, and the soul inside his body was his father. They were both people he cared about. What could he do?

He couldn't say it, for he knew there was someone who cared as much as he did, and might be making a fuss in front of the palace gate right now, demanding that the emperor take the blood dragon back from the Supreme God.

However, he couldn't say it after all, so he just closed his lips tightly, his dark face was stern: "Don't worry about it."

Zhao Lan smiled softly and said sarcastically, "Have you ever thought about where Wei Lan is?"

Wen Siyuan's heart stagnated. His relationship with his daughter had reached a freezing point and he didn't know how to answer.

"You knew that she would be involved in today's situation, but you didn't even care where she was?" Zhao Lan's voice gradually turned cold. "Is it just because she is not what you expected?"

What Wen Siyuan hated most was getting entangled with Zhao Lan on these issues. These repeated questionings made him extremely annoyed.

He didn't want to say anything more. His face darkened and he shouted angrily, "She doesn't even want to go home. Why do you care so much?"

"gone!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Only Zhao Lan was left in the yard, looking at his cold and resolute back.

A sarcastic sneer appeared on Zhao Lan's lips.

Her heart was no longer lonely.

Following the arranged marriage, she closed her eyes for the rest of her life, always obeying Wen Siyuan, and it seemed that she had never really thought about what Wen Siyuan was doing.

Fortunately, as a lady-in-waiting beside the queen, she had already been exposed to certain powers.

But she knew the Wen family's position, so she kept herself out and pretended not to see it.

What really broke her hesitation was when Wen Weilan joined Xiaoxiang Tower.

She didn't want to go on like this anymore.

She wants to follow Wen Weilan to join the Northern Territory.

She is trying hard to keep up with her daughter.

As for the enemies of the North - the God-worshipers, she would not allow them to stand in her way.

This was her atonement for playing dumb for twenty years.

Watching Wen Siyuan walking out, taking away most of the Wen family's power, she instantly turned into a thorny vine and climbed out silently.

Like a bunch of thorny tentacles, it climbed up Wen Siyuan's sleeves and, little by little, penetrated into his collar.

Wen Siyuan was stepping on his flying sword at this time, when he suddenly felt an itch on the back of his neck. He made a "hiss" sound and scratched his neck.

"Sir, what's wrong?" The guard at the side asked with concern.

Wen Siyuan frowned in confusion, then waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay! Let's go quickly, don't dawdle!"

"Yes!" the guards responded.

A group of people quickly boarded the flying swords and flew towards the imperial city.

Wen Siyuan was being guarded by everyone. He felt the strange sensation on the back of his neck still persisted, but when he touched it, it was still smooth.

Because of the collar, no one could see that there was a small orchid pattern deeply engraved on the back of Wen Siyuan's neck.

Along the way, they killed many bloody monsters and finally reached the imperial city.

In front of the palace gate, a headless corpse lay on the ground, blood still flowing from its neck, obviously having died not long ago.

Wen Siyuan took a quick look and was startled at first, but quickly calmed down.

The corpse's clothes were messy and simple, not like the person he knew.

I don’t know which unlucky guy was killed here.

Wen Siyuan shook his head, then stepped over the corpse and walked forward.

The Shen Ce Army guarding the gate immediately appeared and blocked his way.

"Prime Minister Wen, the palace gates are closed today and you are not allowed to enter without permission." The soldier guarding the gate said in a deep voice.

"I have an important matter to present to His Majesty. Please let me know." Wen Siyuan frowned, but his tone was firm and would not refute.

"Prime Minister Wen, the emperor is in poor health, so it is inconvenient for us to meet." The Shen Ce Army guarding the gate refused again.

Wen Siyuan did not give up and said in a deep voice: "Then I will not meet His Majesty, and allow me to meet the Grand Master." The three words "Grand Master" made the Shence Army's faces change slightly.

This title has not been mentioned for a long time, as if it had been forgotten by the world. Now the only word left in everyone's mind is "old thing".

It was just that Wen Siyuan was originally in the Taichang Temple, in charge of sacrificial matters. It was only by chance that he had the opportunity to meet the Grand Master a few times.

The Grand Master had a good impression of Wen Siyuan.

It was also because of this that Wen Siyuan was able to quickly climb to the position of Prime Minister.

Although the Grand Master is already half buried in the ground, his influence on His Majesty cannot be underestimated.

There is only one reason.

The Grand Master is the only person so far who has truly seen the full appearance of the Supreme God.

With his guidance, I could even establish a connection with the Supreme God faster.

But such opportunities are few and far between.

Now that Wen Siyuan mentioned the "Grand Master", these Shen Ce soldiers naturally did not dare to underestimate him.

Several Shen Ce soldiers looked at each other for a moment, and one of them whispered, "Master Wen, wait a moment, we will inform you."

Then a sound transmission note turned into a flame and crashed into the deep palace.

I thought that according to the temper of the "old man", I would have to wait for a long time, but unexpectedly, the note transmission message responded very quickly.

"can."

These two short words were spoken with a tone as weak as a candle in the wind, and there was also a strange chill.

"Master Wen, please."

The Shen Ce Army bowed and opened the palace gate.

In view of the current situation in Chang'an, they made an exception and allowed Wen Siyuan's entourage and guards to follow him into the palace and wait, but they had to hand over all their weapons.

Then two soldiers of the Shen Ce Army stepped forward and led Wen Siyuan inside.

Wen Siyuan walked all the way, without looking around, strictly observing the rules, until he entered the depths of the palace.

Without waiting for orders from the Shen Ce Army leading the way, Wen Siyuan closed his eyes and stood still.

The Shen Ce Army whispered, "Sir Wen is indeed a frequent visitor. Please blindfold yourself. The Grand Master will lead you."

Wen Siyuan felt a cloth covering his eyes, which carried the power of a ban and was icy cold. Suddenly, all his perceptions around him became blurred.

"It is inconvenient for us to go any further, so we will wait for you here." The voice of the Shen Ce Army came faintly and then gradually faded away.

"Hmm..." Wen Siyuan responded softly.

He felt as if he was pulled into a deep dream, as if he was floating, falling into the surrounding air, and flying slowly.

He didn't know where he was going, but he was mentally prepared for this feeling.

After all, we know that this great master has always been mysterious.

After a while, Wen Siyuan smelled a vague stench, which was vague and seemed to come from nowhere.

It should be arriving soon.

Then, an even stronger stench of corpse came to my face, almost suffocating me.

"Wen boy...you are here..."

A dry touch like a branch touched his eyes, and Wen Siyuan waited for his blindfold to be removed.

But not yet.

"what?"

A soft questioning sound.

A withered touch suddenly pressed against the back of his neck.

"Why did you bring this kind of thing here?"

Wen Siyuan only felt a sudden pain in the back of his neck, as if something was being pulled out of his body. The tearing pain made him grit his teeth.

The dry hands had no mercy at all and just operated mechanically. The thorn-like feeling rubbed back and forth on his flesh, bringing heart-wrenching pain.

After a while, the blindfold was removed and Wen Siyuan's vision gradually recovered.

In a blur, he saw a bloody thorn being pulled out from the back of his neck, covered with thorns and granulations.

The thorns were thrown to the ground by the Grand Master, and turned into blood-red orchids. There were familiar faces among the flowers.

All of them were Zhao Lan's face.

Wen Siyuan's heart trembled and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.