Beat You to Death, You Treacherous Minister

Speaking of this matter alone, Lingxu had truly defected.

Originally, Lingxu had thought that even if Li Wuxian could not live for ten thousand autumns and ages, she would at least live several hundred or thousand years. Those mortals understood nothing—what the hell were they rushing for? The old Daoist had been perfectly calm.

But this time, he panicked.

Lingxu was a very traditional Daoist. Reading qi, telling fortunes, refining pills—those were all basic skills. When Li Wuxian fell ill, he tried calculating her fortune and misfortune. Cold sweat immediately poured down his back when he discovered that he simply could not calculate His Majesty's existence in the future!

It did not quite seem like death, but this was the same as death... Lingxu was the National Teacher of the mortal world, not a cultivator detached from worldly affairs. Everything Hidden Dragon Temple possessed was built upon a powerful Da Li. If Li Wuxian were gone, Da Li would fall apart in the blink of an eye. What the hell would he be playing at then?

Even if this illness could be cured, Lingxu had extrapolated other possibilities from it—such as whether she might be assassinated... It seemed those ministers had seen things clearly after all. No matter how long you could live, leaving behind a seed always put people at ease.

Thus, even he, who usually acted as His Majesty's lapdog, had put on the same pair of trousers as the court officials this time. He was determined to find a way to make His Majesty leave behind an heir.

However, Lingxu differed from the others. The others were braving His Majesty's wrath and forcing themselves to remonstrate for the sake of the nation's grand affairs, while he knew that this time, he might not necessarily offend His Majesty...