On the fifteenth day of the eighth month, the Grand Princess's bones were barely cold.
In the end, the Crouching Dragon Seal was not used... The hairy Sage did indeed cease pursuing the Sima Clan father and son. Clearly, Sima Changying had grown wily with age, and, driven into a corner, he had outdone himself: with a single move, he diverted the flood of disaster eastward and escaped.
Of course, the main reason was that the Ma father and son seemed to fit the dream better than the Sima Clan father and son did.
Ma Rui's lineage was itself a great Guanlong clan no less distinguished than the Sima Clan. His father had served as Youzhou's governor-general for over a decade, watching over Hebei and the Northern Wasteland, and had extensive connections there. Ma Rui himself was now Regional Commander of Taiyuan, his son had married a princess, and his prospects were boundless. There was also the incalculable wealth the Grand Princess had left behind... And this was an unmistakable Ma, not a Sima.
Of course, Zhang Xing suspected there was another enormous psychological blind spot in the hairy Sage that Sima Changying had exploited to perfection-the Sage was arrogant and conceited to his very bones, accustomed to lording it over everyone, and did not believe he could meet that fate anytime soon. This Supreme One of the land preferred to believe it lay in the future.
And from that perspective, Chancellor Sima was too old, while Ma Rui and his son had limitless possibilities ahead of them.
So the Sage preferred to believe that the Ma father and son fit his dream.
But again, so what if he believed it?
The Grand Princess's bones were barely cold.
The hairy Sage visibly hesitated, then dismissed everyone with a wave.
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