Chapter 827: Already Over Seven Feet Tall, Right?

Sang Qi turned his head, his voice turning a few degrees colder. "Prime Minister Gao, General Zhan received an imperial decree to escort Lord Li to Dayu City. Are you suggesting that my imperial father also knew in advance that Ye Qianning was still alive?"

Prime Minister Gao froze, silently looking toward the Emperor.

The Beili Emperor was also taken aback before realizing the implications. It was indeed his own decree that had sent Zhan Chi to Dayu City.

"Gu Shuo is a merchant, and Qian Fanji owns coal mines. As far as I know, for the past ten years, Qian Fanji’s mines have been selling coal to Nanyuan at cost, supplying them for all these years. With the Four Countries Chamber of Commerce approaching, it is only natural for Qian Fanji to make an appearance. What is so strange about them gathering there?" Sang Qi’s voice rang out loud and clear.

Prime Minister Gao was left speechless.

The Beili Emperor’s anger subsided slightly after hearing this. He realized that during the Four Countries Chamber of Commerce, anyone involved in commerce from the four nations would naturally travel to Dayu City.

"Even if they didn’t know in advance," Prime Minister Gao argued, "Ye Qianning was pierced through the heart by an arrow ten years ago and died on the spot. For her to return completely unscathed now is far too bizarre."

"What’s so bizarre about it?" Zhan Yi countered, suppressing his inner excitement. "Emperor, the old Daoist who took Ye Qianning away back then might very well have been an otherworldly master. Otherwise, how could so many investigations have yielded no results? That old Daoist was definitely an immortal spirit. He must have saved the baby. The little girl simply had a stroke of miraculous luck."

Prime Minister Gao sneered at this. He stood and bowed to the Emperor. "Emperor, there is no such thing as immortals in this world. This is clearly a faked death."

"What faked death? Prime Minister Gao, do not spout nonsense," Zhan Yi snapped, rising from the floor.

"To survive an arrow through the heart means it was either a faked death, or... that child is not human at all!"

"You’re the one who isn’t human! If you keep spouting bullshit, see if I don’t tear your mouth off!" Zhan Yi rolled up his sleeves.

"You wouldn’t dare—Aargh!"

Relying on the fact that they were in the Imperial Study, Prime Minister Gao had confidently craned his neck forward. Who would have expected a heavy slap to come flying at him the exact moment he stuck his head out?

SMACK!

His head immediately began to ring violently.

The officials present, Sang Qi, and the Beili Emperor were all stunned. No one expected Zhan Yi to actually dare to strike someone in the Imperial Study.

"If you dare spout nonsense again, don’t blame me for being ruthless," Zhan Yi pointed at him furiously.

"..."

Ruthless?

How much more ruthless could he be? He had already slapped the man across the face!

"Aargh! Emperor, you must uphold justice for this subject! Zhan Yi actually dared to be so brazen in the Imperial Study..." Prime Minister Gao finally snapped out of his daze, immediately dropping to his knees and crying out while clutching his face.

"Zhan Yi, you have a lot of nerve," the Beili Emperor shouted angrily.

Zhan Yi pulled his hand back, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed. "Emperor, this old subject’s recklessness deserves a thousand deaths. However, Prime Minister Gao was spouting vile accusations, and this old subject simply could not tolerate it."

"Could not tolerate it? How could someone shot through the heart survive? If she isn’t a demon, what is she?" Prime Minister Gao retorted, not forgetting to snap back despite the burning pain in his cheek.

"The world is vast, and capable people are everywhere. There are always tales of reclusive masters who can heal the dead and restore flesh to bare bones. The fact that my granddaughter survived means she must have met an expert. Spreading wild rumors about monsters and spirits... if Prime Minister Gao weren’t standing in the Imperial Study right now, I would have thought he was some quack fortune-teller off the streets." Zhan Yi snorted in disdain.

"All that talk of healing the dead and restoring flesh to bare bones is nothing but false rumors—"

"Prime Minister Gao, if you refuse to believe there are experts in this world and insist on talking about ghosts and spirits, then don’t blame me for speaking bluntly," Zhan Yi interrupted. He immediately continued, "Your esteemed son suffered from dwarfism since childhood. It was rumored that only a medicine from Mount Penglai could cure it, otherwise, your son’s body would remain the height of a five- or six-year-old child. Right now, your son is over seven feet tall, is he not? Could it be that Prime Minister Gao procured an Immortal Elixir from Mount Penglai for his son?"