Chapter 112: Chapter 111

Looking at that appearance of his, the leaders of the four great clans became unbearably angry!

Retired Emperor also felt that his own treasured imperial grandson was just too much, and coughed a couple of times. “Old Third, how about telling us what in the world were you thinking.”

Baili Jia Jue lowered his eyes; his eyelashes hung like feathers on a crow’s wing. His slender fingers wearing a white glove rested on top of the chair, tapping rhythmically. It’s very clear that he’s thinking of something else.

The clan leaders’ eyes were fixed on the side of Baili Jia Jue’s face with an extremely angry expression that said ‘Retired Emperor, look at him. Just look at that!’

Standing by the side, Eunuch Sun couldn’t help but use the horsetail whisk in his hands to nudge his master.

Baili Jia Jue could be considered to be looking up as he lifted his eyebrows.

Eunuch Sun immediately spoke in a soft voice. “Your Highness, Retired Emperor is calling you.”

“Your Highness!” One clan leader from among the four great clans took one step forward, his voice loud and clear. “In regards to sending troops to White Academy, shouldn’t you give us a reasonable explanation.”

Baili Jia Jue heedlessly lifted his head and took a glance at him.

That pair of enigmatic eyes made a person’s scalp numb.

The person being looked at shook from head to toe, and suddenly had a kind of urge to retreat backwards. However, this time, they actually joined hands to enter the palace. Third Prince also wouldn’t dare to do anything to them!

“Heh.” Right at this moment, Baili Jia Jue laughed and spoke in an extremely indifferent voice, yet it was difficult to cover up that innate poise and nobleness. “Large numbers of winged beasts came and left. Even a fire qilin appeared. Is Elder Nie of the opinion that I should look on unfeelingly as the students were snatched away like that?”

That clan leader blanked out. “This, this shouldn’t be right. At that time, Your Highness clearly dispatched troops in order to catch that Helian…”

“Elder Nie.” Baili Jia Jue calmly interrupted the clan leader’s words. “After I received news that there was something different about Spirit Forest, I then dispatched troops. As far as searching for Helian Wei Wei, that was only something done in passing.”

That clan leader was thoroughly dumbstruck and turned his head around to look in Prince Murong’s direction. Was it like this? How was this even one bit like the news that he’d received!

Prince Murong appearance stiffened similarly, and also Su Jia Chen, and the rest of them alike looked at each other in dismay. They’ve thought about many different scenarios, yet none of them anticipated that Third Prince surprisingly would directly gave them the statement that he dispatched the troops in order to suppress the spirit beasts and protect the students.

How could they question him this way!

All of the clan leaders became inwardly irritated, to the extent that the original voices of incessant disputes within the main hall now gave rise to a burst of nothingness.

Eunuch Sun listened for a moment from the side with various expressions. After a moment, his expression finally couldn’t help not turning into the most admiring gaze to worship Baili Jia Jue.

The one who could speak lies so righteously could only be his master! ! !

Nangong Lie, as the youngest sacrificial rites priest in Dragon War Empire, was also standing at the main hall. It’s just that the position where he stood was a bit hidden. Therefore, no one saw that after he heard Baili Jia Jue’s words, he almost couldn’t stand keeping his laughter in!

He naturally wouldn’t believe that Ah Jue would, for the sake of protecting the students, dispatch his own shadow troops.

This certainly was merely to hoodwink those dotards, hahahaha!

“Ah Lie.” The clan leader standing by his side faced his direction and glanced over. Within Dragon War Empire, priests and holy maidens alike needed to wear a face covering, draped over their incomparably pure and holy gowns.

Therefore, that clan leader also could only see that thick veil, and couldn’t see Nangong Lie’s current expression. If he could see it, he certainly wouldn’t have thought of dragging Nangong Lie into the fray.

“As Nangong family’s youngest priest, shouldn’t you say a few words?”

Nangong Lie originally was doing fine watching a show. Suddenly, he’s been singled out like this, and he also saw the coldly indifferent light within the eyes of that person sitting at the seat of honor, almost as if it could freeze everybody to death.

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He swallowed a mouthful of saliva. After that, he f*cking looked at that clan leader who opened his mouth.

That clan leader was only thinking that his relationship with the Nangong family wasn’t bad. What’s more, he also knew that ever since Third Prince lost his qi, the clan of priests already wasn’t as respectful to Third Prince as before.

Therefore, Ah Lie certainly would stand by his side.

Nangong Lie indeed really wanted to stand by his side, because by standing close by his side, he could personally choke him to death!

“And what little something would honored priest like to say, hm?” Baili Jia Jue faintly raised the final syllable.

Nangong Lie’s back shook as the corners of his mouth smiled with a hint of perverseness. He’ll use a small force to divert this boulder coming at him. “Your Highness, we of the priest clan only make predictions. Besides major events, we don’t participate in any other political affairs.”

In regards to Nangong Lie’s way of speaking, Prince Murong wasn’t surprised at all. Since ancient time, priests had been precisely that way. They don’t compete, don’t fight, yet had a presumptuous attitude.

They had always not fussed with the imperial family’s mistakes, and would simply keep silent about major charges while only admitting minor ones.

However, since Nangong Lie didn’t help Third Prince, then that also meant that the news he received was indeed correct. The priests were already not as devoted to the imperial family as they once were…

Today, they entered the palace. Even though they weren’t successful in demanding benefits from Third Prince, however, it could also be considered as being worth it. At the minimum, they’ve confirmed a very important matter.

However, what Prince Murong didn’t think of was that more often than not, our perceptions can deceive us.

For example, the relationship between Nangong Lie and Baili Jia Jue.

That’s right, the priests indeed didn’t treat the imperial family with as much devotion as they did before.

However, he certainly overlooked the fact that the priest clan’s opinion may not represent Nangong Lie’s opinion at all.

As the priest clan’s successor, early on, Nangong Lie already chose the monarch that he wanted to devote himself to in the future.

And that monarch wouldn’t be any other person besides Baili Jia Jue.

This was the yoke between the priest clan and the imperial clan.

Ten years of brotherhood. Early on, the first time they saw each other, Nangong Lie was but a little child. Baili Jia Jue was similarly underaged when he chose him from among a thousand priests to become a priest’s disciple. The outcome was destined then…

Bang!

Finally, the leaders of the four great clans and their successors had withdrawn, and even Retired Emperor had returned to his palace to rest.

In a flash, layers of palace doors became a barrier. Even half of the smallest trace of sound could no longer be heard outside.

On Nangong Lie’s face was the widest wicked playful smile. His right hand was glued on his left shoulder as he slightly bowed with ceremony. “Your Majesty.”

Even though Baili Jia Jue’s manner was casual and was no different than his former self, however, standing here, he still would do what he should.

Sure enough, Baili Jia Jue lazily lifted his eyelids, and raised his eyebrows. “You can immediately kneel on the ground.”

After hearing that, Nangong Lie then really raised his head, stared at Baili Jia Jue’s dark black pupils and was just about to say something when the saw that within the pair of enigmatic eyes, there surprisingly wasn’t any trace of light.

Nangong Lie stiffened as his unruly expression abruptly changed. “Your eyes!”

“Poison gas reappeared.” Baili Jia Jue’s face was expressionless as he plucked at the front of his coat, his voice emotionless.

Nangong Lie’s pair of eyes opened wide. “And you still met with that group of old fellows. Aren’t you afraid they’ll find out and rebel? !”

Baili Jia Jue laughed coldly once, without bothering to hide his maliciousness, and said demonically coldly, pausing after each word. “Would they dare.”