"I was only telling the truth!"
Heaven shrugged.
Qing Nü took a deep breath to calm herself, then asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"You've read Investiture of the Gods, right? What did Empress Nuwa do when she came across Shang Zhou's lewd poem? You're a goddess, after all. Can't you do something a goddess ought to do instead of personally raising a knife to kill him? How vulgar. We're talking about Heavenly numbers here."
"I don't care about that!"
Qing Nü rolled her eyes. "You've read Investiture of the Gods? I never would've guessed!"
Still, Heaven's words had given her an idea.
"So you mean I can follow Empress Nuwa's example and make him die sooner, so long as the Mandate of Heaven allows it?"
After she finished speaking, Heaven nodded. "No, I didn't say anything."
Qing Nü: "..."
You didn't, but you nodded?
What a two-faced, damn Heaven.
"Damn Heaven..."
Qing Nü muttered under her breath, then added, "But if I bring disaster upon Yang Guang, the people of the realm will probably suffer along with him."
"Even if you don't bring disaster upon them, they'll suffer at Yang Guang's hands."
Heaven spoke slowly. "But if you intervene, their sacrifice will be for the Mandate of Heaven. Just as in Investiture of the Gods, those who die for this great age will ascend to Heaven instead of continuing to drift through the murky cycle of reincarnation. Isn't that a good thing?"
"Is there really an Investiture of the Gods?"
Qing Nü suddenly asked.
Her focus was rather peculiar. Heaven looked helpless and shook his head.
"Of course not. It was a metaphor! I was speaking figuratively. You've met Jiang Ziya before, haven't you? He was just an ordinary mortal."
"...Then I'm deciding all of this on