Heaven's mandate lay above and had nothing to do with the mortal world.
Only the Divine Emperor, upon whom the fate and future of the Human Race depended, was an exception; only matters concerning him could be called heaven's mandate.
The young man in brocade wanted to ask about succession, and Consort Hu wanted to ask about offspring. Both naturally involved heaven's mandate.
But Heaven Near Person had used the same words to refuse both their requests. What deeper meaning lay behind this?
"Just a fortune-teller's usual tricks. I told you, the one in the hermitage is very good at bluffing."
Jing Jiu said this to Zhao Layue.
Zhao Layue wondered, Was it really that simple?
The boy was furious. "Even His Majesty the Divine Emperor and Lord Sword God treat the master with the utmost respect. Who are you to dare be so rude to him?"
Jing Jiu said calmly, "If it isn't a fortune-teller's trick, how do you explain those two remarks?"
The boy sneered. "The master's learning encompasses heaven and humanity. His words naturally hold profound meaning. How could ordinary mortals like you understand?"
Jing Jiu said, "Heaven's mandate belongs to one. How could it lie in two places? If your master's words truly hold a deeper meaning, may I suspect him of trying to provoke turmoil within the palace?"
The boy was struck speechless. How could he know what his master was thinking, and how could he dare answer carelessly? He could only snort, ignore Jing Jiu, and turn to the little girl, Se Se.
Seeing his expression, Se Se knew what he was about to say. Bitterly disappointed and unwilling to leave just like that, she raised her slender brows, ready to make a scene.
The boy said, "The master said that when your mother