Imperial Cultivation

Youlan said softly, "Your Highness, there's no need to force it. Cultivation can be done anywhere."

"Why are you trying to fool me with those words, Aunt!" Chu Zhiyuan said unhappily, "If it's all the same, tell them all to come back and practice, and not go to the Great Bright Peak!"

Youlan said helplessly, "Since the Emperor won't allow it, we can't just barge in. If we really anger the Emperor,

we'll be confined."

"What if we barge in? Being confined is a good opportunity for closed-door cultivation," Chu Zhiyuan snorted.

Youlan quickly said, "It's not the same. Your Highness, you can be in closed-door cultivation for a month, but can you do it for a year? Or even three years?"

"...Alright," Chu Zhiyuan's expression changed slightly.

Being confined for a month or two is fine, but being confined for a year or three would be terrible.

Youlan said softly, "After surviving a great disaster, there will surely be good fortune. It's not too late for Your Highness to know to cultivate now."

"My aptitude is good. Even if I start cultivating later, I can still catch up with them!" Chu Zhiyuan said proudly.

Youlan nodded with a smile, "Yes, Your Highness's aptitude is excellent. As long as you strive to catch up, you'll soon be able to catch up with others."

Chu Liezhao's aptitude was extremely good, but his nature was impetuous and restless. He would spend three days fishing and two days drying the net, unable to calm down and cultivate diligently.

In fact, he was afraid of hardship and difficulty. She also knew that the Immeasurable Bright Scripture was extremely arduous.

There were many princes in this situation, but none of them were as serious as him.

More importantly, he also had some self-destructive tendencies, self-abandonment, and self-exile.

Youlan sighed inwardly when she thought of this. The root of everything was the early death of Consort Yun.

She shook her head secretly.

The sky was blue and clear, and the sky was clear for thousands of miles.

The sun shone obliquely, and the golden light shone brightly.

He said, "Aunt, I'm going to see those two hidden guards."

Youlan looked at him with relief.

His Highness ultimately followed Consort Yun's example, with a kind and benevolent nature.

He was only using a protective shell of irritability and anger to protect himself.

Little Bright Peak is a small mountain located within the imperial city, a hundred meters high and covering about a hundred acres.

The entire mountain is covered by lush trees, and from a distance, it looks verdant like smoke.

Stepping into the mountain, it is quiet and secluded. Although it is in the bustling city, it is like a deep mountain.

Halfway up the mountain is a cemetery.

Chu Zhiyuan, dressed in a purple robe, stood quietly in front of two tombstones.

Youlan, dressed in plain silk, stood aside, neatly dressed from head to toe.

The two tombstones were adjacent, and clusters of fresh flowers and paper ash were still fresh.

Chu Zhiyuan stood in front of the monument, motionless, looking at them, as if he were looking at the owner of the tombstone.

He recalled in his mind, but he couldn't remember what the two people looked like.

Chu Liezhao usually didn't pay attention to these hidden guards at all.

In his eyes, the inner court hidden guards were a group of people, not any one person, and there was no need to know who exactly it was.

Anyway, they took turns on duty and were not specifically responsible for any one prince.

He never regarded them as people, only as tools.

So he didn't pay attention to their appearance or names at all.

Thinking of this, he shook his head.

These two people died for this Chu Liezhao, which was really not worth it.

As orphans, they went through layers of screening and finally became inner court secret guards, passing countless levels.

As inner court secret guards, they cultivated top martial arts mental techniques, received great resource cultivation, and received extremely generous treatment.

This is actually selling one's life.

They can only blame their bad luck for being assigned to Chu Liezhao, this pit.

Guarding other princes would not be so dangerous,

He could imagine how unwelcome the inner court hidden guards were to him now, wishing they could stay far away.

The Chu Liezhao he was reincarnated into really lived too much of a failure.

He always felt that he was the most miserable person in the world, complaining about heaven and blaming others.

He was irritable and easily angered, and he dared to mess around regardless of his status, even in front of the emperor.

This is tantamount to cutting himself off from others.

In the world, the only ones who really treated him well were Youlan, Chu Zhen, Chu Qiao, and Consort Hui.

Consort Hui tolerated him in every possible way, probably to repay the kindness of his birth mother, Consort Yun.

It was impossible to have deep feelings for him.

Anyone who encountered someone like Chu Liezhao would have long been disheartened.

"Did those two get married?" Chu Zhiyuan said slowly.

"They both have children."

"They both have wives and children?"

"Zhou Ju has two children, the older one is ten years old and the younger one is six years old. Chen Haoming's older child is twelve years old and the younger one is eight years old."

"Bring their wives and children into the mansion," Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

"Your Highness is wise!"

Youlan immediately smiled.

She sighed inwardly.

It is said that after experiencing a life-and-death catastrophe, there will be a change like a rebirth.

Now it seems that after experiencing this catastrophe, His Highness suddenly became enlightened and immediately became sensible.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "If their children want to study, they can go to Bailu Academy. If they want to practice martial arts, they can go to Baiyun Sword Mansion."

"Yes!" Youlan nodded vigorously: "Their wives can do some chores in the mansion."

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Raise them, don't let them work, make them stewards."

Youlan nodded: "Your Highness is still thoughtful."

Chu Zhiyuan turned around and walked out, stepping on the white jade steps, the sound of his footsteps was clearly audible.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, with only the chirping of birds, and no other movement.

Before he walked far, he met four young men in tight-fitting clothes.

When they saw Chu Zhiyuan, they were immediately stunned, and then they clasped their fists and saluted.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded and continued walking.

Youlan's expression was solemn and she didn't look sideways, walking slowly, as if she didn't see them.

After Chu Zhiyuan and the others went away and disappeared.

The four of them spoke in a low voice.

"The Ninth Prince actually came, it's really rare!"

"He still has a bit of conscience."

"It is said that this Highness is a wolf in sheep's clothing, not knowing what gratitude is, but it doesn't seem to be true."

"Maybe he was forced to come, just putting on a show."

"Alas..." This is also our destiny. He can come and see, no matter how he came, it is considered a favor. Old Zhou and Old Chen didn't die in vain."

The four nodded silently and continued forward, arriving at the tombstones of the two.

Chu Zhiyuan walked slowly in the city with his hands behind his back, and said to Youlan: "I want to see the things they brought back."

Youlan asked: "Does Your Highness want to find clues to the enemy?"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "And the two inner ghosts in the mansion, have the courtyards been searched?"

"The two hidden guards, Zhou and Chen, brought back a piece of broken sleeve, which has been taken by the Supervisory Division. The two courtyards in the mansion have not been touched."

Chu Zhiyuan said coldly: "Get that sleeve back, I want to see it."

"Your Highness, the Supervisory Division is better at tracking and investigating. There are many strange people and scholars inside."

"Then I want to take a look too."

"...Yes," Youlan agreed helplessly.

Although His Highness has changed greatly, his temper hasn't changed much.

Chu Zhiyuan quickened his pace and didn't pay much attention to the noisy crowd around him, as if he didn't see them.

He was actually observing secretly.

Almost all the pedestrians on the street practiced cultivation, with varying degrees of strength.

Almost everyone wore weapons around their waists, even those young ladies in their boudoirs wore knives and swords.

This is a world where everyone cultivates.