The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 462 Magic
Emperor Yingqian narrowed his eyes and looked at Wei Zhao. Unlike his father and uncle, he was too cunning, treacherous, and rebellious.

He always knew that Wei Zhao could attack enemy states like Liang and Yue, but while attacking, Wei Zhao also had to give them a chance to breathe.

This was done intentionally by Wei Zhao.

The purpose was to make the Great Jin Dynasty need him and to make it wary of him.

Wei Zhao must have known that his words of affection for him were just an act.

He used to tolerate Wei Zhao's cunning.

But now that he's in this state, the Wei family army has also disbanded.

How could he dare to deliberately provoke him?

Could it be that he has another trump card up his sleeve?
Or should we just give up and do nothing?

Knowing he had no children and acted flawlessly, leaving him no room to find fault, he wouldn't put him to death.

A moment of deathly silence.

Just then, someone emerged from the dawn mist.

It is to embrace simplicity.

The Taoist robe billowed in the wind; it looked cheap and had been washed until it was faded.

Yet he possesses an air of otherworldly grace.

The bronze Bagua mirror hanging at his waist had developed mottled green patina, yet it still shone faintly in the sunlight.

"Your Majesty, we may begin."

Emperor Ying Qian regained his senses and nodded.

The father-in-law behind him quickly came over with talismans and a pen and presented them to Baopu.

Baopu washed his hands and took the talisman.

"Where's the cinnabar?"

Father-in-law: "Here."

Baopu took the inkstone and poured in the finely ground cinnabar. He added some ink, but still felt it wasn't enough, so he went straight to Emperor Yingqian.

"A single drop of His Majesty's blood can suppress evil spirits."

"presumptuous!"

Yang Changzheng said coldly.

"His Majesty is the Son of Heaven, how can you use his essence blood to perform magic?"

He didn't think Baopu was capable at all. The last time he invited him to his house to look at the feng shui, it only made him look bad.

Baopu remained silent, waiting for Emperor Yingqian's response.

Emperor Yingqian's eyes darkened: "Bring me the needle."

This……

Baopu didn't stand on ceremony. He took the needle and pricked it directly, quickly squeezing out blood, which dripped onto the inkstone. He shook it well and lightly dipped his brush in it.

Then he took the talisman and wrote an exorcism spell on it that no one else could understand.

He stuck it directly onto the compass.

The compass began to spin.

Baopu walked straight ahead in the direction the car was turning.

They have no manners at all.

But Emperor Qian would not bother to care.

He still remembers what Baopu said to him the first time he saw him yesterday.

"Your Majesty's forehead is dark; has someone cast a curse on you?"

At the time, he thought the Taoist priest was full of lies.

It is said that one should embrace simplicity.

"No wonder I heard that the imperial physicians couldn't cure your injuries. But you have many dreams at night, and your heart is racing. You often have headaches that feel like you're being eaten by ants. Your urine is yellow."

His face immediately turned cold.

During Baopu's house arrest, who could talk to him about these things?
But he wouldn't believe it just because of a few words.

Until Baopu gave him a talisman, his palms burned as he held it, but his body pain disappeared.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long.

Yes.

Because Wei Zhao told Baopu that his purpose was to gain Emperor Yingqian's trust, not to alleviate his suffering.

Emperor Yingqian was convinced and wanted Baopu to solve the evil magic.

But Baopu said that the yin energy was too heavy at night, so it was not good to perform rituals during the day.

It's not a big deal for a skilled Taoist priest to have a temper.

"Alright, all of you, come with me."

Emperor Yingqian wanted to see who was trying to harm him!

These officials were important figures in the court, and also the subjects of his suspicion.

He looked at each person one by one, and not a single one of them showed any sign of panic.

"You all know about the flooding. Each of you should come up with a solution for me later."

Although he was seriously injured, his dignity remained undiminished.

The dragon robe he wore shimmered in the light, seemingly lessening his disheveled appearance.

Everyone bowed and said, "Yes."

Ying Cheng was preparing to push Emperor Ying Qian away.

"Yang Changzheng."

Emperor Yingqian said calmly, "Come here."

Yes, Emperor Yingqian chose to believe him!
His attitude clearly shows that he intends to protect Yang Changzheng.

Who would dare to bring up water conservancy projects again?
After agreeing to step aside, Yang Changzheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that whatever Wei Zhao did would be in vain.

He pushed the emperor and followed behind Baopu.

As the two walked away, everyone suddenly realized what had happened and began to wonder what was going on. They looked at each other and then decided to follow.

Gu Fuju followed. Only a few honest and upright officials, oblivious to the world around them, were astonished.

Marquis Zhongyong pushed Wei Zhao past them, speaking casually.

"Lord Yang spends money extravagantly; his wife even bought a new set of jewelry yesterday."

He reached out and gestured to Wei Zhao.

"This number."

"My husband is so envious, he insists that I get some money too. That's a year's salary for me, I can't afford it."

An official chased after them and asked in a low voice.

"Were the new water conservancy projects built in previous years really funded by you, General?"

Marquis Zhongyong: "If it wasn't given by that brat Wei, do you think money just pops out of the ground?"

"This...isn't this money going into the national treasury?"

Of course, it was the emperor and Yang Changzheng who were shameless.

"Why was I unaware?"

The official was quite old, meticulous, and had gray hair.

"Everyone has a responsibility to build water conservancy projects, and I am willing to contribute my meager salary as well."

He wanted to say more.

Someone beside him tugged at his sleeve and shook their head at him.

The older official suddenly realized something.

For example, how could Minister Yang be so rich? And why did the dikes built over the years collapse again after only a few years?

How much money did Minister Yang take inside?

And... what about His Majesty?

What role did the Emperor play in it?
How many of those who sit on the dragon throne and stand at the pinnacle of power are truly benevolent?

Everyone in the Prince of Yan's mansion died back then, and the Duke of Shun also died from a minor cold.

Is there really no foul play involved here?

Baopu traveled along the way, stopping and starting frequently.

The officials behind them had no choice but to follow along, walking and stopping intermittently.

Emperor Yingqian was very patient, but as time went on and the sun came out, his wounds became unbearably itchy.

With just a gentle scratch, it bled and oozed pus.

"Haven't you found it yet?"

Baopu said impatiently, "How can it be that fast?"

He didn't bury it!

They didn't even tell him where he was buried!

He has to look for it!

Yang Changzheng, eager to protect his master, asked, "How dare you speak to the Emperor like that?"

"I want you to take care of it?"

Yang Changzheng: ?

"you!"

Emperor Yingqian raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

"What are you looking for?"

The officials whispered among themselves.

"I thought it was a religious ceremony, but it doesn't look like one."

Baopu suddenly stopped, and the compass began to spin violently, the talismans on it rattling loudly, finally pointing straight to one spot.

found it.

He ran over.

We arrived at the base of the big tree.

They counted on their fingers, walked back and forth under the tree, and finally stopped in one place.

"With imperial decree, the sun rises in the east, I obey the command of the Supreme Lord Laozi..."

As he chanted, the talisman on the compass suddenly burst into flames and burned to ashes.

Baopu stomped his foot on the ground, full of confidence: "Bring me a hoe!"

Soon, they unearthed a strange box.

"What is this?"

Minister Yang was taken aback.

Baopu didn't even look at him, and opened the box after performing the ritual.

Those who are close by can feel a chilling aura.

Inside was a wooden puppet that looked very much like Emperor Yingqian.

It was stained with blood and covered with silver needles.

Emperor Yingqian's face was gloomy.

"this!"

Before the other customs officers could react, Minister Yang, who was good at flattery, was the first to express his loyalty: "There are thieves who want to harm His Majesty."

"Your Majesty."

He knelt down.

"Such evil magic is truly malevolent! How dare that villain target you! I request an imperial decree to thoroughly investigate this matter. The person behind this must be brought to justice and torn to pieces!"

Minister Yang ordered: "If they find out, kill them!"

"Sir, I found it."

"who!"

"Your daughter."

Blue Crow: "Tear him to pieces!"