Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Blind Prince

“Don’t those favored sons of heaven who fall in love with the Holy Maiden of the Profound Sound Pavilion know the consequences of mortal world training?”

“They know. Anyone with a little background knows the consequences of flirting with the Holy Maiden of the Profound Sound Pavilion.”

“Then why…”

Zhou Haochen paused, truly unable to understand why anyone would be willing to be a simp.

Helian Hai took a sip of Zhuyeqing wine and chuckled.

“Isn’t that all caused by your Highness's ancestor?”

“The Grand Ancestor?” Zhou Haochen frowned slightly. “What does this have to do with the Grand Ancestor?”

Zhou Haochen was puzzled, but Helian Hai's next words shocked him, and the surprised expression on his face was as if he had seen a ghost.

“His Majesty the Grand Ancestor was also the person destined to be involved in the Holy Maiden of the Profound Sound Pavilion's mortal world training.”

“Cough cough!”

“The Grand Ancestor too!”

“I haven’t heard that the Grand Ancestor became a simp…”

“The thing I admire most about the Grand Ancestor is not that he unified the world, but that he was able to make the Holy Maiden of the Profound Sound Pavilion become his simp, loving him to death, and even not wanting to be the Holy Maiden of the Profound Sound Pavilion anymore.”

The Holy Maiden of the Profound Sound Pavilion back then was the Grand Ancestor's simp?

This news was too shocking.

The Holy Maidens of the Profound Sound Pavilion throughout the generations were all favored daughters of heaven, goddesses in the hearts of countless men.

Zhou Haochen could almost feel the feelings of the cultivators of the same generation as the Grand Ancestor, probably as uncomfortable as eating shit.

The goddess in their hearts became someone else's simp, crying and shouting to bear him children.

This feeling…

Hiss—

“How did the Grand Ancestor do it?”

“I don’t know! That’s why I regard him as a celestial being!”

“Since the Grand Ancestor, many people have wanted to repeat his operation.”

“In everyone's heart, they are the protagonist in the story. If the Grand Ancestor can do it, why can't they?”

“This thought has harmed many favored sons of heaven!”

… …

Painted boat.

“Girl, please have some tea.”

“This old woman knows you have an extraordinary background, but I didn’t expect you to be…”

Zi Niang served Xia Yuzhi tea, a charming smile on her still-attractive face.

Xia Yuzhi's registered residence was not in the Jiaofang Division. When Xia Yuzhi first came half a year ago, Zi Niang knew that Xia Yuzhi had another identity.

She just didn't expect that she was actually the Holy Maiden of the Daoist cultivation holy land.

“Mama is too polite!”

“Girl, then in the future…”

“Just follow the previous rules!”

“Understood, girl!”

After Zi Niang retreated, Liu Zhiwei, the white-clothed beautiful woman, suddenly appeared and stood beside Xia Yuzhi.

“Holy Maiden, have you decided?”

“Do you really want to choose the Thirteenth Prince as the person of tribulation?”

Xia Yuzhi didn't answer directly, but smiled and asked.

“Elder Liu doesn’t approve of my choice?”

“Or do you think I will follow in the footsteps of the 108th Holy Maiden?”

Liu Zhiwei was silent for a moment.

The 108th Holy Maiden in Xia Yuzhi's mouth was the greatest shame of their Profound Sound Pavilion.

The dignified Holy Maiden, training in the mortal world, actually became trapped in love and couldn't extricate herself.

She was infatuated with the Grand Ancestor of Great Yu, and even gave up the position of Holy Maiden.

It almost made their Profound Sound Pavilion a laughing stock for the cultivators of the world.

Since then, the Profound Sound Pavilion has had a strange fear of the people of the Great Yu imperial family.

If Zhou Haochen knew Liu Zhiwei's thoughts, he would immediately see that this was a typical case of PTSD.

“Holy Maiden, Zhou Haochen is, after all, a descendant of the Great Yu Grand Ancestor, maybe… there are some methods we don’t understand… You…”

“Elder Liu, rest assured, I am not that love-brained person who cultivates in the mortal world for nothing.”

“Moreover, Zhou Haochen showed extraordinary potential at the Earth Mother Sacrifice, and the Qian Yuan Emperor also let Zhou Haochen take over the White Lotus Sect case, mostly with the intention of cultivating him.”

“The next Grand Minister of Great Yu is likely to be Zhou Haochen.”

“Choosing him as the person of tribulation, if he can’t see through the threads of love and is trapped under my pomegranate skirt, it will also be a good thing for the sect, greatly increasing the influence of our Profound Sound Pavilion in the Great Yu court.”

Liu Zhiwei's pretty face changed slightly when she heard Xia Yuzhi's plan, and she sighed.

“I know the Holy Maiden’s plan.”

“I will notify the Pavilion Master and let the disciples of this pavilion fully cooperate with you.”

“Elder Liu, rest assured, I am not that love-brained person, and Zhou Haochen is not the Grand Ancestor.”

“The things of the past will not happen to me again.”

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On Xia Yuzhi's pretty face, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a confident arc.

… …

Imperial Study.

“Your subject, the Headmaster of the Imperial College, pays respects to Your Majesty.” Meng Ling respectfully cupped his hands.

“Minister Meng, rise!”

The Qian Yuan Emperor's heavy voice sounded.

“Thank you, Your Majesty!”

Meng Ling got up, lowering his head, his eyes flashing with suspicious light, pondering the Qian Yuan Emperor's purpose in summoning him alone.

“Minister Meng, come and see this poem.”

Hearing the Qian Yuan Emperor's words, Meng Ling stepped forward and saw the poem written by the Qian Yuan Emperor on the Xuan paper.

The lamp at the third watch, the cock at the fifth,

Is the time for a man to study.

Black hair does not know the value of diligent study,

White hair regrets the lateness of study.

After Meng Ling finished reading the poem, he was moved, recalling his experience of studying when he was young, reading late into the night, and pricking his thighs with an awl to stay awake. Decades had passed, but it was still vivid in his mind.

“Your Majesty is brilliant in writing, this poem is very wonderful, the experience of studying is portrayed in great detail…”

Before Meng Ling could finish speaking, the Qian Yuan Emperor waved his hand and said lightly.

“This poem was not written by Us.”

Meng Ling's face stiffened.

He had tried to flatter, but ended up slapping the horse's leg.

“May I ask Your Majesty, which great scholar has such poetic talent?”

“It was Chen'er who did it.”

The Thirteenth Prince?

Meng Ling was stunned.

The Thirteenth Prince did it? Does he have such poetic talent?

Why hasn't his name been known before?

But Meng Ling did not question it. Since the Qian Yuan Emperor said so, then it was the Thirteenth Prince who did it.

Even if it wasn't, it was!

“Minister Meng, We like this poem of encouragement to study very much. What do you think about hanging it at the entrance of the Imperial College?”

“To receive Your Majesty's calligraphy is the honor of all the students of the Imperial College. With this poem of encouragement to study, the students of the Imperial College will surely study hard and serve the court.”

Meng Ling was like a yes-man. Whatever the Qian Yuan Emperor said, he would do.

However, the Qian Yuan Emperor's previously amiable face suddenly turned gloomy.

“The Four Young Masters of the Confucian School of this generation have been produced. Why is it that the Imperial College is full of talent, but no one can become one of the Four Young Masters of the Confucian School?”

“The Imperial College has not been represented in the Four Young Masters of the Confucian School for three consecutive sessions. Is it because Our virtue is not enough?”

The Qian Yuan Emperor's words were like a thunderclap in Meng Ling's ears.

Instantly, cold sweat poured down like rain, soaking his clothes.

With a plop!

Meng Ling knelt down directly, his face pale with fright.

“Your subject is incompetent!”

“I have shamed Your Majesty!”

“Hmph— You also know that the performance of the Imperial College has shamed Us?”

“The Imperial College, the number one academy in the world, why can’t it produce talents of the level of the Four Young Masters of the Confucian School?”