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In the quiet of the night, Murong Yao sat under the vast moonlight, holding a reply from immortal Yueshea in his hands.
The handwriting in the letter was elegant, as if it contained some kind of mysterious power.
Immortal Yueshea has successfully obtained rare spirit fusion grass from Immortal Bai Lu and has refined it into a Spirit Fusion Pill.
The reason Immortal Bai Lu is willing to part with it is that the exchange requires the precious zither of Xuanhua Immortal.
Currently, immortal Yueshea suggests that she organize a large-scale sacrificial ritual as a cover to secretly bring the Spirit Fusion Pill into the palace.
Murong Yao feels both excited and nervous.
This is a great opportunity, but it is also full of risks.
It is not only her private secret operation, but it may also affect the political situation of the entire Northern Wei. She needs to plan carefully and meticulously.
Murong Yao stood outside the imperial study, already having devised a plan in his mind.
She took a deep breath, steadied her emotions, gently pushed open the door, and walked into the room.
Inside the room, Tuoba Gui was sitting quietly at the desk, with a slight furrow in his brow, as if pondering some profound question.
Her clear voice broke the silence in the room: "Your Majesty, Minister's wives have something to report."
Tuoba Gui raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring straight at Murong Yao: "Oh? What's the matter?"
Murong Yao Moving forward step by step, her voice filled with confidence: "Minister's wives, I would like to propose holding a sacrificial ceremony to pray for the prosperity and stability of the country and the royal family's offspring."
Tuoba Gui After listening, raised an eyebrow, seeming interested in the proposal: "Your Majesty, are you suggesting that through the sacrificial ceremony, we express respect for our ancestors and pray for the prosperity of the nation?"
Murong Yao nodded and replied, "Exactly. Minister's wives believe that this will not only unite the people, but also demonstrate His Majesty's concern for the future of the country."
Tuoba Gui pondered for a moment and then nodded slowly, "Very well, as you say. I want you to personally plan this sacrifice, and it must be grand and solemn."
Murong Yao's heart tightened, and she lowered her head slightly, respectfully saying, "I will obey the imperial decree and do my utmost, Minister's wives."
Afterwards, Murong Yao began the tense preparations. She sat quietly in front of the dressing table in the palace, contemplating the upcoming sacrificial ceremony.
Her face appeared particularly cold and clear in the bronze mirror, yet her eyes revealed determination and wisdom. The ceremony was not only a worship of the ancestors, but also a crucial step in her plan's realization.
She gathered the palace's Master of Ceremonies, musicians, and priests, assigning tasks and explaining requirements one by one. Under her thoughtful arrangements, everyone understood their responsibilities clearly. Every detail of the sacrificial ceremony had been carefully considered by her.
"Remember, the focus of this sacrifice is to pray for the peace and prosperity of the country and the prosperity of the royal family's descendants," Murong Yao said firmly at the meeting. "We must ensure the solemnity and sanctity of the ceremony without any flaws."
The Masters of Ceremonies nodded in understanding, deeply admiring Murong Yao's authority and decisiveness. Under her leadership, the atmosphere in the palace became unusually busy yet well-organized.
Murong Yao personally inspected the incense and silk used for the sacrifice to ensure that everything was of the highest quality. She knew that this sacrifice was not only related to the rise and fall of the country, but also to her personal plans. She could not afford the slightest negligence.
During the preparation process, she also arranged for some palace maids and eunuchs to serve as her eyes and assistants. These palace maids and eunuchs were all people she trusted and would be responsible for receiving the messenger of immortal Yueshea during the sacrifice.
As the Sacrificial Day approached, Murong Yao became increasingly nervous. She often tossed and turned at night, pondering every possible problem and trying to find solutions.
On the eve of the sacrifice, Murong Yao walked alone in the palace corridor. Moonlight bathed her, adding a mysterious touch to her presence. Though she felt a bit uneasy, her heart was filled with determination and resolve.
"Everything will go smoothly," she silently told herself in her heart.
The next morning, as the sky began to brighten, Murong Yao got up and started to prepare.
She put on a specially made sacrificial costume, wearing a phoenix crown, appearing dignified and solemn. She took a deep breath and slowly walked into the sacrificial site.
The sacrificial site was decorated with particular solemnity, filled with the scent of aloeswood and musk. The band was ready, their music and the booming sound of ceremonial cannons resounded through the sky.
Tuoba Gui was dressed in a dragon robe, waiting in the center of the venue. There was a hint of anticipation and curiosity in his eyes. When Murong Yao walked in, his gaze immediately fell on her.
"Empress, you look exceptionally beautiful today," Tuoba Gui exclaimed.
Murong Yao smiled faintly, but remained composed. She knew that everything today was for a greater purpose. She responded softly, "Thank you for the Emperor's praise. I will certainly do my best in today's sacrifice, Minister's wives."
Following that, the sacrificial ceremony officially began. Murong Yao and Tuoba Gui presented their offerings together, her movements graceful and solemn.
She silently recited a spell in her heart, praying for the blessing of her ancestors, while also praying for her own plans.
During the climax of the ceremony, the band played solemn music, and everyone knelt on the ground, praying for the protection of their ancestors. The whole scene was solemn and dignified.
At this moment, a woman dressed as a maid quietly approached Murong Yao. She handed Murong Yao a small package in the blind spot of everyone's sight. Murong Yao's hand trembled slightly. This was the Spirit Fusion Pill.
The sacrificial ritual continued, with Murong Yao following in the footsteps of Tuoba Gui, offering incense and sacrifices to each deity. In her hand, she held a small package containing the Spirit Fusion Pill, feeling both nervous and excited.
As the ceremony progressed, Murong Yao's heartbeat quickened. She knew that as long as the Spirit Fusion Pill arrived safely, it would help with the soul-splitting issue of Xuan Hua Emperor Lord.
However, in the middle of the ritual, a sudden storm shattered the solemn atmosphere. The howling wind swept across the altar, causing some offerings to be blown to the ground.
Murong Yao's heart tightened as she tightly grasped the small package, afraid it would be blown away by the wind. But at that moment, a stronger gust of wind suddenly swept in, causing the package to slip from her hand and fall into a burning incense burner.
Murong Yao was filled with panic, and she immediately lunged towards the incense burner, attempting to retrieve the package. But it was already too late; the Spirit Fusion Pill quickly melted in the high temperature, turning into ashes.
This scene was seen by Tuoba Gui, his face suddenly changed, and he asked in a deep voice, "Murong Yao, what do you mean by this?"
Murong Yao was in a state of confusion, and she quickly lowered her head and replied, "Minister's wives, it was an accident. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"
Tuoba Gui flashed a hint of doubt in his eyes, but in the end, he didn't say much. He just silently stared at the burning incense burner.
Murong Yao felt as if her heart had turned to ashes. She knew that the destruction of the Spirit Fusion Pill meant that her plan had completely failed. She couldn't save Xuan Hua Emperor Lord, nor could she change her own destiny.
As the storm gradually subsided, the sacrificial ritual continued, but Murong Yao's heart had already grown cold. Her movements were mechanical and lifeless, as if she had lost her soul.
After the ritual, Murong Yao returned to her chambers alone. She sat by the window, gazing at the moonlight outside, filled with despair and helplessness.
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