Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The civil and military officials knelt on the spot, looking at each other in bewilderment, not knowing what to do.

The Vice Minister of Rites slumped to the ground, his face ashen, muttering to himself, "Absurd...absurd indeed..."

Other court officials also rose and gathered in small groups, discussing the matter.

"What's wrong with Your Majesty? Why would you suddenly want to make Queen Eva your queen?"

"Queen Eva is Snow White's mother! If Your Majesty makes her queen, what will happen to Snow White?"

"No, this absolutely cannot happen! Otherwise, where will the Heavenly Dou Empire's reputation be?"

"But His Majesty's attitude is resolute, what can we do?"

Someone sighed: "Let's find Sect Leader Ning. His Majesty is Sect Leader Ning's disciple; perhaps His Majesty will heed his words."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Yes, find Sect Leader Ning!"

"Master Ning is highly respected and is also His Majesty's teacher. If he were to offer his advice, His Majesty might change his mind."

"There's no time to lose, let's head to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School right now!"

……

The news quickly spread throughout the elite circles of Tiandou City.

The news that Xue Qinghe intended to make the late Empress Eva his new empress was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples everywhere.

The topic of conversation was everywhere—in taverns, teahouses, and the mansions of nobles.

"Have you heard? His Majesty intends to make Queen Eva his queen!"

"What? Queen Eva? Isn't that His Majesty's mother?"

"Who says otherwise! This is utterly absurd!"

"What's wrong with Your Majesty? Has he been bewitched?"

"Queen Eva is indeed beautiful, but she can't..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Are you out of your mind?"

There was much discussion, but no one thought it was plausible.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Inside the reception room, Ning Fengzhi had just seen off the third group of guests who had come to visit.

He stood by the window, looking at the ancient, vigorous pine tree in the courtyard, a hint of helpless smile on his refined face.

The door behind him was pushed open, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong walked in.

"Someone else is here?" Gu Rong asked lazily, leaning against the door frame.

Ning Fengzhi nodded: "They just left. People from the Ministry of Rites, the Censorate, and a few old princes from the imperial clan."

Gu Rong raised an eyebrow: "They've all come here to beg you to persuade His Majesty?"

"Hmm." Ning Fengzhi turned around, walked back to the table and sat down, picked up the now-cold teacup and took a small sip.

"They were all as anxious as ants on a hot pan, wishing I could go to the palace immediately and pull His Majesty back from the wrong path."

Gu Rong walked over and sat down opposite him, tapping her fingers lightly twice on the table.

What do you think?

Ning Fengzhi put down his teacup and remained silent for a moment.

"I didn't expect that."

He spoke softly, his voice carrying an indescribable complexity.

"I really didn't expect that Qinghe would make Eva his empress."

Gu Rong looked at him, a hint of doubt flashing in his cloudy yet sharp eyes: "You didn't expect that either?"

“I didn’t expect that.” Ning Fengzhi shook his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips. “I thought that his feelings for Queen Eva were just a temporary measure. It was understandable that he wanted to win over Queen Eva’s power in order to secure the throne.”

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"But I never expected him to get so deeply involved."

Gu Rong was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Maybe he wasn't deeply involved. Maybe... he's just always been this kind of person."

Ning Fengzhi glanced at him but didn't reply.

Gu Rong continued, "But then again, Queen Eva is indeed... well, still quite charming."

Ning Fengzhi chuckled: "Still charming? Uncle Gu, that's not a very accurate way to put it."

Gu Rong shrugged: "I'm a rough man, it's already quite impressive that I could come up with this word. You want me to praise a woman? I'd rather go and get into a fight."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and looked out the window.

The ancient pine tree in the courtyard swayed gently in the wind, its needles rustling softly.

He recalled that a few years ago, he had advised Xue Qinghe to approach Queen Eva, win over her power, and pave the way for his future succession to the throne.

At that time, he thought it was a brilliant move.

Although Queen Eva was only the late emperor's queen and had no real power, she wielded considerable influence within the noble circles of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

More importantly, she is Snow White's mother.

Snow White, the jewel of the Heaven Dou Empire, possesses innate full soul power, a benign mutated martial soul, and is now a fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor.

Her future is limitless.

If Queen Eva can bind Snow White and Xue Qinghe together, it will be entirely beneficial to Xue Qinghe's future and the future of the Tiandou Empire.

But he never expected that Xue Qinghe would get caught up in it.

I never imagined he would get so deeply involved.

They were so determined to make Eva their queen.

Ning Fengzhi sighed softly and stood up.

Gu Rong looked at him: "Going to the palace?"

"Hmm." Ning Fengzhi straightened his robes, his voice tinged with helplessness. "No matter what it is for, I have to go. After all, I am his teacher. It wouldn't be right for me not to show up at this time."

Gu Rong also stood up: "I'll go with you."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, and the two walked out of the reception room one after the other.

Chapter 470 The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's carriage was already prepared. Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong boarded the carriage, which slowly drove out of the sect and headed towards the imperial palace.

Inside the carriage, Ning Fengzhi leaned against the soft cushions, closed his eyes, and gently tapped his knees with his fingers.

Gu Rong sat opposite him, arms crossed, looking at him.

"What are you thinking about?" Gu Rong asked.

Ning Fengzhi opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the street scenes rushing past the car window.

“I’m thinking…” he said softly, “what kind of person is Queen Eva, really?”

Gu Rong raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head without explaining.

The carriage rumbled along the cobblestone road, its wheels making rhythmic sounds as they rolled over the surface.

Pedestrians on the street quickly made way for them, and some recognized the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School emblem on the carriage, whispering among themselves.

Ning Fengzhi didn't care about any of that.

The image of Queen Eva kept replaying in his mind.

Long, jet-black hair, emerald green eyes, a languid smile, and an aura that seems innate and impossible to ignore.

He had seen her many times.

At court banquets, at important ceremonies, and beside the Emperor on a snowy night.

Every time, she was so composed, so elegant, so...unfathomable.

Ning Fengzhi has met many people.

There are ambitious and powerful ministers, reclusive scholars who keep their talents hidden, and geniuses who show their brilliance.

But Queen Eva was one of the most enigmatic people he had ever met.

Her smile was always just right, her words were always impeccable, and her eyes were always unfathomable.

Is such a woman really just an ordinary queen?

Ning Fengzhi didn't know.

But he knew that Xue Qinghe's decision to make her empress was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

The carriage stopped in front of the palace gate.

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong got out of the carriage, and servants were already there to greet them.

"Sect Leader Ning, His Majesty is already waiting in the Imperial Study."

Ning Fengzhi nodded and followed the attendant toward the imperial study.

Gu Rong followed behind him, arms crossed, her gaze sweeping over the majestic palace buildings, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

The door to the Imperial Study was pushed open.

Qian Renxue sat behind her desk, holding a memorial in her hand, and was reviewing it.

She looked up and saw Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong walk in, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

"The teacher is here."

Her voice was calm, as if she were welcoming an elder who had come to visit.

Ning Fengzhi bowed slightly and greeted the emperor: "Your Majesty."