There is a fake demigod in the East Palace

Ye Zhaoling didn't really want to meet Prince Rui on this trip, when Yan Tian sent a message asking him where he was going, he was sitting on a minibus bound for the outskirts of the city.

The terminal of the No. 32 bus is a national forest park fifty kilometers west of the city. This is one of the must-see attractions in the imperial capital.

The speed of this minibus is slow, and there are many stops along the way. Most foreign tourists choose to take the direct tourist line, and the locals don't like it very much, so most of the time there are not many passengers in the car.

Ye Zhaoling passed through several uncles and aunts selling vegetables and eggs, and came to the last row of seats.He loosened the tie around his neck, put his expensive suit jacket on the seat, and sat down casually.

The small wind brushed his face softly, Ye Zhaoling squinted his eyes, the unique idyllic atmosphere in the suburbs made him drowsy.

Ever since the "love affair" between him and the prince was exposed, Lingjing Media has been wrapped up in the airtight media, and the garbage transported out of the building every day will be intercepted by reporters for careful inspection.Ye Zhaoling has been uncharacteristically low-key during this period of time, not only suspending her daily work, but also never leaving the company's gate.

Today, he finally came out of the building to let the wind go, he couldn't just go back like this.Ye Zhaoling had had enough of the cramped bed and bathroom that couldn't be turned around in the company, and was going to take this opportunity to go home and have a good rest for a few days.

Ye Zhaoling also has a real estate in a secluded place outside the city. Even his juniors and younger sisters don't know about it, and it just happens to be used to temporarily avoid the limelight.

The minibus wobbled all the way, and it took a lot of effort to reach the terminal.Ye Zhaoling bypassed the ticket gate and entered the scenic spot familiarly. He bought an old popsicle worth [-] cents in his mouth at the canteen of the scenic spot, and then walked up the long stone steps.

It was early spring at this time, and the jacarandas on both sides of the stone steps were in full bloom, and their petals fell all over him within a short distance.

There are a few aunts sitting on the stools next to the stone steps. They are a little tired after climbing the mountain for a long time, and they are sitting here to rest their feet at the moment.An aunt wearing a pink jacket saw Ye Zhaoling passing by, and stopped him: "Hey, young man, how far is the viewing platform where you can see the hanging coffin on the cliff?"

Ye Zhaoling stopped, looked up and looked ahead, and said, "It's not too far away, just pass the pavilion in front and go to the left."

Apparently, the lady in pink was very interested in the hanging coffin on Zizhu Peak: "You said this mountain is so high and steep, how did the ancients put this coffin in the cave on the cliff?"

"Auntie, you're making things difficult for me." Ye Zhaoling held the popsicle in her hand and said with a smile, "How can I explain things that scientists can't understand?"

The aunt nodded, feeling that the words made sense, she took a look at Ye Zhaoling, and suddenly asked: "Young man, why do you look familiar?"

Ye Zhaoling raised his finger lightly, threw the popsicle stick in his hand into the trash can beside him, and said, "Most of the good-looking people in the world are somewhat alike."

"No, you are that one!" Auntie suddenly slapped her thigh and said in a high voice, "You are the prince's boyfriend! I just said it, I feel like I've seen you somewhere!"

Ye Zhaoling was calm and composed: "Auntie, you have misunderstood the person." Then, he pointed to his face and asked seriously, "That little boy looks as good as me?"

"Look for yourself, is this your photo!" The aunt took out her mobile phone, opened the web page and began to search for photos, and the young man in front of her was clearly the person in the photo!When she raised her head again to confront Ye Zhaoling, the young man in front of her had disappeared.

Ye Zhaoling's home is not far away. After he entered the door, the first thing he did was to take off the belt and cufflinks that were in the way, and then he couldn't wait to go into the bathroom and put a tub of hot water.

The interior decoration is a minimalist style that is popular now, and the whole is dominated by black, white and gray tones.There are a lot of weird things in the living room, many of which seem to be quite old.These pots, pans, pots, vases, and jade wares, which were supposed to be kept in glass cabinets in museums with constant temperature and humidity, are now spread out on the shelves, and it is obvious at a glance that they cannot be of any serious origin.

The whole room has good lighting and a good view, but the sound insulation effect is not satisfactory.While waiting for the bathtub to fill up, there was a commotion outside.Ye Zhaoling picked up a toothbrush and looked in the direction of the sound.

Downstairs of Ye Zhaoling's house was a river, which meanders and stretches all the way down the mountain. The noisy voices came from the other side of the river.The aunts who asked him for directions just now are chattering and crowded on the observation deck on the other side of the river, discussing something enthusiastically.They held all kinds of mobile phones, iPads, and cameras in their hands, and they took endless pictures in his direction.

The place where Ye Zhaoling's home is located is called Zizhu Peak, which is located in Dazhou Mountain National Park, more than 100 kilometers west of the capital city.Dazhou Mountain is a dual cultural and natural heritage of the world, a national 5A-level scenic spot, and one of the most popular scenic spots in the imperial capital.

One of the most famous scenic spots in this national park is the hanging coffin on the cliff of Zizhu Peak.

Who is the owner of this hanging coffin, when it was built, and how the ancients placed it in the cave on the cliff, all of which cannot be tested.It is precisely because of this unique mysterious color that every tourist who comes to Dazhou Mountain must come here to see the style of the hanging coffin.

In such a short time, the aunts took out colorful silk scarves and lined up to take a group photo with the hanging coffin on the rock wall of Zizhu Peak.While brushing her teeth, Ye Zhaoling glanced helplessly at the broken pieces of wood scattered at her feet.

These boards are the hanging coffins that everyone flocks to. After hundreds of years of wind and rain, they have long been turned into wreckage.I don't know what the charm of these pieces of wood is, but it attracts thousands of tourists every day, which makes him very annoyed.

There were also experts who led a team to study, but were blocked by Ye Zhaoling's mazes, and all kinds of high-tech products would lose their effect as soon as they got close to this place.As a result, the Zizhu Peak of Dazhou Mountain has become one of the most mysterious places in China, and the origin of this hanging coffin has also been passed down to a mystical level.

In Ye Zhaoling's view, this hanging coffin is not mysterious at all. It is just a coffin he built for himself more than 200 years ago. Even the wood used is the most common camphor wood.

Ye Zhaoling has been sleeping in this hanging coffin for more than 200 years. He thought he would sleep like this forever.Unexpectedly, one day 30 years ago, he suddenly woke up without warning.

More than 200 years have passed, and the world has long been in a state of vicissitudes. Zizhu Peak is not what he remembered. It took him a lot of time to reintegrate into modern society.He saw that this place had beautiful mountains and clear waters, was sparsely populated, there were no iron boxes running around all over the street, and no one would disturb him, so he settled down here.

Unexpectedly, with the development of the economy, Dazhou Mountain was developed into a tourist attraction.Especially for this hanging coffin, people come to visit it every day.Ye Zhaoling was disturbed by the tourists coming and going, so he accidentally became the senior brother of Lingjingxu, and simply brought a lot of unscrupulous juniors and younger brothers and sisters down the mountain to start a business and get rich.

The sound of pattering water brought back Ye Zhaoling's thoughts.This bathtub has been used for a long time, and the water is a little slow, but at the moment of distraction, the water has already overflowed from the edge.

Ye Zhaoling turned off the tap, took off his clothes, and slowly lay down in the bathtub.

Ye Zhaoling's lifespan is longer than the bastard's, and she also has some special abilities that ordinary people don't have—influenced by contemporary novels about cultivating immortals, for the sake of easy understanding, let's call it spiritual power.Due to physical reasons, this spiritual power cannot be used frequently, but it is still impossible for him to be an ordinary human being.

So what the hell is he.

Ye Zhao looked at himself in the glasses, and there was a creepy smile on his lips.There was sarcasm, contempt, and even a hint of schadenfreude in this smile.He looked at himself opposite, as if looking at the most despicable and filthiest things in the world.

He closed his eyes and didn't want to look at it any more, allowing most of his face to sink into the water, thinking indifferently: It's just a thing that can't be put on the table.

Ye Zhaoling sighed comfortably as the warm water flowed over his tired body.However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a suffocation in his chest, and his whole body bounced up like an electric shock.

Ye Zhaoling stretched out his hand to hold the edge of the bathtub tightly, and then managed to sit still.At the same time, a sharp pain spread throughout the body with every heartbeat.

A golden thread quietly appeared on the pale skin of his back. This thread stretched from the back of his neck to the tailbone, connecting his entire body like a spine.

If he didn't know his body very well, Ye Zhaoling almost thought that he would go west soon.Fortunately, this time was the same as the previous few times. After about an hour, the severe pain in the body began to subside gradually.

Ye Zhaoling straightened up, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, he sat on the spot and calmed down his shortness of breath for a while, then got up and came to the mirror.

The golden thread on the back has faded a lot, leaving only a faint trace.The line that was originally long to the tailbone was shortened to the waist in this short period of 15 minutes.

Ye Zhaoling raised his hand to caress the back of his neck. It would be less than three years before the golden thread disappeared completely.

The time left for him was running out, and when the golden thread disappeared completely, it meant that his long life had also come to an end.

Ye Zhaoling has been walking alone for hundreds of years, so he shouldn't have any obsession with being "alive".

but...

Ye Zhaoling grabbed the towel at the side and wiped her hair indiscriminately, then found a bathrobe and put it on her body, turned around and left the bathroom.In the early years, he installed a smart home system in his home. As soon as he stepped into the living room, the TV automatically turned on.

Not surprisingly, the news that he was going to the palace for a banquet today was being broadcast on TV.Ye Zhaoling looked at the picture on the screen of himself and Rong Zheng stepping into the palace gate side by side, and sat down on the sofa thoughtfully.

Whether Ye Zhaoling had visited the East Palace many times before, or agreed to marry Rong Zheng this time, they were all looking for something called "Spirit".

The Dasheng Dynasty has been plagued by natural and man-made disasters for thousands of years, and 200 years ago, it even experienced a palace coup that almost wiped out the entire family.Despite this, the dynasty still stands for nearly a thousand years, and it is not a bit of luck.

As recorded in the legend of the emperor, 1000 years ago, wars were raging on this land, diseases were rampant, and even the lives of the people were devastated.In order to save the common people, the God of Nine Heavens sent his eldest son, Afan, to go down to earth under the pseudonym of Rong Jiuge.

This Rong Jiuge is the first emperor of the dynasty.The royal families of all countries like to use the "divine authority of the king" to flaunt the legitimacy of their ruling status, but the Rong family was really the representative of the gods stationed in the world.

Although Afan's divine blood has been diluted for dozens of generations, it is almost negligibly weak in Rong Zheng's generation.But the Rong family has a bit of divinity in them, and the place where they lived will become a treasured land of geomantic omen.The things they use for a long time will also bring aura over time.

The soul is a spiritual weapon that can only be bred under such conditions for hundreds of years.It may be the phoenix crown on the queen's head, or the mobile phone in the princess bag. Ye Zhaoling doesn't know what it looks like, only that it may appear in any corner of the royal family in any form.

The soul is useless to ordinary people, and people can't even feel its existence, but to Ye Zhaoling, it is the only life-sustaining talisman.Before that, he had spent several years investigating many relatives of the royal family. During this period, all the clues he got pointed to the East Palace.

He knows exactly what Rong Zheng is planning, and he also knows what he will face after entering the royal family.In Rong Zheng's view, he is just a victim of political struggle.

It's just that Ye Zhaoling doesn't care, after all, he doesn't really want to stay in the palace as a "princess".Once the soul is in his hands, he will leave immediately, and it is guaranteed that no one will find a trace of him.

As for how Rong Zheng will end up, this is not something he should care about.