This piece of bone had come from some unknown Great Demon and was naturally precious, but even the Azure Dragon's stomach could not digest it. Only by grinding it into powder could its effects be brought out.
Jing Jiu was very satisfied with his arrangements, both in avoiding waste and in handling human relations.
Gu Qing would look after the Zhao Household and the Jing Household, delivering elixirs every year. There was no need for him to bother.
Having finished this matter, he turned toward the door, ready to seek his next whetstone.
The Duke of Lu confirmed that he truly did not remember what he had said at Fruitful Accomplishment Temple. Helplessly, he tried to persuade him to stay. "His Majesty is under great pressure now. Would you like to visit the palace?"
Imperial Prince Jing Yao's coming of age also meant that Prince Jing Xin had been confined for many years. The court officials and various factions with ties to the Zhongzhou Sect had begun stirring again. Starting the year before last, memorials had been submitted to the palace asking His Majesty to show mercy. After the battle at Fruitful Accomplishment Temple, this pressure had become even more distinct, because the Zhongzhou Sect and many others had begun to suspect that the Imperial Clan and Green Mountain had reached some new agreement. His Majesty could say he had gone to pay his respects and happened upon the occasion, but how many people would believe him?
"Kill Jing Xin, or send him to Fruitful Accomplishment Temple to become a monk. Naturally, no one will make trouble again."
Jing Jiu did not understand the arts of imperial power, nor had he ever concerned himself with them. His advice was extremely direct.
Logically speaking, this was indeed the best solution to