Replacement

At this moment, on the third floor of Dengyun Tower, Chu Zhiyuan, Li Yuzhen, and Fu Zheng were seated in a room.

The windows stood open, allowing them to see the women in the courtyard below performing music.

The melodies of strings and bamboo drifted into their ears.

The discussions below rose in a swirling clamor.

Yet Chu Zhiyuan caught the conversation of those few people, since it concerned the Pure Heart Art.

Not only him—Li Yuzhen and Fu Zheng, being Venerables with keen eyes and ears, heard it all as well.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head gently.

"Imperial Son-in-Law, I never expected..." Li Yuzhen frowned slightly, unable to understand. "They actually let such an opportunity slip by and instead harbor doubts."

If they had been citizens of the Phoenix Dynasty, the moment they saw the Imperial Court promoting some extraordinary cultivation art, they would have hurried to cultivate it, terrified of starting too late.

Fu Zheng said, "Your Highness, it might have been better if they had to pay some silver or another price before they could cultivate the Pure Heart Art."

There was no such thing as a free meal under heaven. What they ate for free now, they would have to spit back out with interest in the future.

That was why they hesitated, wavered, and doubted.

Li Yuzhen smiled. "They do trust the Imperial Son-in-Law."

The news she had heard from Tingyu Terrace was that the Ninth Prince had no particularly good reputation.

Having met Chu Zhiyuan herself, this left her especially puzzled. She felt that the common people were foolish.

She also felt wronged on Chu Zhiyuan's behalf.

She had even wondered whether someone had been spreading rumors and deliberately slandering him.

Hearing them trust Chu Zhiyuan so much, she could not help feeling delighted.