Chapter 1518 - 810: Education Overwhelming (Triple Extra Release)_2

Qiao Tumen spoke coldly before Chen Yi could taste the tea: "We have investigated that all the inhumane arrays of Monk Pu Hui were carried out by the Crown Prince's orders. The East Palace's officials often contact him, and Pu Hui provided demon blood meals for him. Now, the goal is to find the demons the Crown Prince nurtures, preserve evidence of rebellion, and when he returns to the capital, execute him without prior report."

Chen Yi nodded. It makes sense. At the time the array's network was excavated, Yin Weiyin had already realized that this array was one that nurtures evil spirits. Later, the news of Monk Huipu's death spread across Chang'an, subtly indicating a connection to the Crown Prince, and now it's confirmed by Qiao Tumen.

But... what is the Crown Prince's reason for painstakingly nurturing demons?

Moreover, this technique is quite similar to the White Lotus Sect. Could it be that the one protecting the White Lotus Saint Mother is none other than the current Crown Prince...

Although it's just speculation, further confirmation will turn it from conjecture into fact.

After a while, Chen Yi slowly said, "Does Your Highness intend to proceed with the Xuanwu Gate incident?"

"What do you mean? I don't understand," Qiao Tumen frowned.

"..." Chen Yi fell silent, glanced sideways at Donggong Ruoshu who was stuffing pastries into her mouth, and suddenly felt it wasn't hard to understand why she appeared so stupid.

There's no need for profound words when conversing with these barbarians.

Qiao Tumen snorted coldly, thinking that the Han people's habit of speaking in riddles had resurfaced, and said, "You know this, so don't inquire about anything else."

"But I want to inquire further!"

"Don't be ungrateful."

Qiao Tumen's eyes were cold, his voice haughty:

"I, Qiao Tumen, am of Sixth Rank status. If you can spar a couple of moves with me, then talk."

"... Indeed, I cannot."

The guesthouse was plunged into silence.

Chen Yi stirred the milk tea with a teaspoon, mixing in the roasted rice, took a sip... it was salty.

Trying this milk tea for the first time was quite peculiar. Chen Yi frowned slightly but saw Miss Donggong quickly drank it all, spooned the roasted rice, and had a milk moustache around her mouth.

Perhaps because he had children, Chen Yi sometimes found the stupid girl somewhat endearingly child-like.

This sentiment was nearly absent before.

After finishing her milk tea, Donggong Ruoshu turned her head, and Chen Yi thought she had noticed him observing her. He was about to look away and smile apologetically but saw the stupid girl taking his milk tea and asked, "If you're not drinking, can I have it?"

"Go ahead."

Donggong Ruoshu drank it down in one go, not worried about Chen Yi's leftover saliva.

After finishing, she ate the rice soaked in milk inside, finding it even tastier than her own bowl.

After waiting for about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, unhurried footsteps sounded outside. Yu Wen Yuan pushed open the door, holding a brocade box, and slowly approached Chen Yi, gesturing for him not to get up in greeting, exhibiting a touch of regal demeanor.

He pushed the brocade box in front of Chen Yi and opened it, revealing dazzling gold and silver jewelry.

"A meeting gift for your sister. I don't know if you have a wife, but it's included."

These words from Yu Wen Yuan were somewhat awkward; Chen Yi immediately knew it was taught by that scholar who understood the Barbarians' language.

Glancing briefly, Chen Yi neither needed nor wanted these gold and silver jewels, and simply said, "I appreciate Your Highness's kindness, but as a Daoist, I do not favor worldly possessions like gold and silver."

"Oh? Do women like them? Feel free to choose from the wives and concubines at my home, except for the one betrothed to me by Prince Xian."

Seeing Chen Yi still shaking his head, Yu Wen Yuan's brow furrowed, and then he waved his hand:

"You Han people don't seem to favor women from my tribe. I also have Han women at my manor. If you still don't like them, choose from the street and abduct her, saying it was my doing."

Chen Yi only continued to shake his head.

Yu Wen Yuan narrowed his eyes, his hawk-like gaze scouring Chen Yi's face as if trying to peel off a layer to see what's hidden beneath. Unmoved by gold, indifferent to beauty—how can such a person exist in this world? Even the most austere Shaman on the grasslands wouldn't decline fat sheep and pelts when practicing rites to pray for rain.

He leaned forward slightly and asked:

"Gold and jewelry do not tempt you. Beauty holds no interest. What actually motivates you? Quickly tell me. Let my tribe laugh at my miserliness."

His words carried a sense of suspicion.

A person with no desires is more dangerous than one with many because you don't know what he truly seeks.

Chen Yi met his gaze calmly. He recalled how Yin Weiyin spoke of the Dao, with a demeanor of detachment from all worldly matters. He mimicked this, clearing all emotions from his eyes, leaving only a firm resolve. With a slight flick of his sleeve, he finally spoke:

"I, as a Daoist, strive singularly for immortality."

Yu Wen Yuan remained noncommittal, his brow tightening further.

Chen Yi, appearing unfazed, continued, "My wish to enter the palace is merely to seek in the Scripture Pavilion any legacy method for immortality from previous generations; and in the palace's Inner Treasury to find rare Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures."

He paused slightly, his gaze lifting slightly, seemingly beyond the opulent brocade box before him and the women of the Prince Mansion, toward an unfathomable Heavenly Dao. Then, he flicked his sleeve once more, and posed a question:

"Is there anything else besides the path to immortality that is worth pursuing in this world?"

The study fell silent for a moment. Yu Wen Yuan stared intently at Chen Yi, trying to search for the legendary cunning of the Han people from his calm expression. But this man before him… his eyes were too clear and his tone too straightforward, making it difficult for Yu Wen Yuan to discern his depth.