Bestowal

The flying dagger hung silently in a crack between the stones, glinting faintly.

Chu Zhiyuan sat in his small courtyard, deep in thought.

Those Yuanzhen people were clearly planning to cause trouble. If the Demon Race experts had not attempted the assassination first, they would likely have acted already.

Their target was to stop the wedding.

Yet their intelligence truly was remarkably swift. They had actually known that the Devil Race was coming to assassinate him.

The Thousand Mechanisms Tower and the Supervisory Department had clearly not received this news. Otherwise, with such significant intelligence, they would have found a way to send it to him long ago.

Tingfeng Pavilion of Yuanzhen was evidently even sharper-eared and keener-eyed within Phoenix Imperial City.

Devil Race experts had infiltrated the city to assassinate him...

He felt a faint thrill of excitement.

Although the Heavenly Dragon Incantation had reached the Fourth Turn, the Immeasurable Light Sutra remained at the Second Turn.

Advancing further would require a long stretch of time.

The Haoyang Demon Subduing Mirror should be a shortcut, and he had been looking for a chance to verify his conjecture.

These Devil Race experts had arrived at precisely the right time.

Fu Zheng drifted over lightly and said softly, "Your Highness, the Princess requests your presence."

Chu Zhiyuan rose.

When he entered the Princess's courtyard, Li Yuchun was supporting the Twelfth Princess, Li Miaotan, as she slowly emerged from the room.

Li Miaotan looked pale and weak.

Chu Zhiyuan formed hand seals with both hands and chanted a Dragon Curse.

Li Miaotan immediately became fuller and more spirited at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She looked at Chu Zhiyuan helplessly.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Do you feel any better?"

Li Miaotan gently shook her head.

Her injuries showed no improvement.

She