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Chapter 1394: Blocking the Royal Fortune

Master Huichen chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, but it was deep and steady, as if it had some kind of power to soothe people's hearts.

Two monks then struck the bells to lead the ceremony. The clear and ethereal sounds intertwined with the low sounds of chanting, echoing in the silent courtyard.

"...Namo Amitabha! I pray for the Buddha's mercy and protection for the son of the believer Zhang, Nangong Sui'an, to eliminate disasters and difficulties, cure illness and prolong his life..."

Concubine Kang then prayed in a low voice, her voice trembling slightly, and tears seemed to be glistening in the corners of her eyes.

Chu'er, Caiju and others knelt behind, holding their breath and concentrating, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

The blessing ceremony was halfway through and the chanting was in full swing when there was suddenly a slight commotion at the gate of Chuxiu Palace.

Before the eunuch guarding the gate had time to shout out his message, the bright yellow figure had already appeared at the moon-shaped gate.

Nangong Xuanyu walked in steadily, accompanied by Shen Zhinian.

Shen Zhinian was wearing a light blue casual suit today, with her hair in a simple bun, pinned only with a transparent jade hairpin. For such an occasion, she looked both respectable and appropriately restrained.

Everyone in the courtyard was startled, and the chanting stopped for a moment.

Concubine Kang hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Your humble servant..."

"No need to be polite."

Nangong Xuanyu waved his hand, his voice calm but majestic: "The Royal Concubine and I just came to take a look."

"Master, please continue. Don't interrupt the ritual because of me."

The emperor's gaze swept across the incense table and Master Huichen, lingered for a moment on Concubine Kang's pale and haggard face, and then he and Shen Zhinian walked to the corridor next to him.

A clever eunuch had already brought a brocade stool.

Master Huichen was a cultivator after all, so his expression remained unchanged. He simply bowed slightly in the direction of the imperial concubine and clasped his hands together. Then he refocused his mind and led the monks in chanting and praying.

Shen Zhinian sat quietly beside Nangong Xuanyu, looking calmly at the solemn ceremony.

Nangong Xuanyu looked at the scene in front of him, his expression showing no emotion, and he simply said, "I hope the Buddha can truly bless the Fifth Prince."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhinian's lips curved slightly, and his voice was soft: "Sincerity is the key to success."

"Sister Kang Fei has a loving motherly heart. Heaven will always have mercy on her."

The blessing ceremony proceeded in an orderly manner.

Concubine Kang knelt on the cushion, her back looking thin and pious.

Nangong Xuanyu and Shen Zhinian sat quietly in the corridor, one with an indistinguishable expression and the other with a calm face.

Just when the ceremony was halfway through and Master Huichen was reciting the sutra at the crucial point—

His fingers that were twisting the rosary beads suddenly paused, and the deep and steady sound of his chanting also stopped.

Master Huichen slowly opened his closed eyes, frowned, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the lingering incense smoke and look elsewhere.

This subtle change in him was naturally noticed by Concubine Kang, who had been paying attention to him.

"Grandmaster?"

Concubine Kang immediately raised her head, her voice filled with obvious nervousness: "But...but what's wrong?"

Her question immediately drew everyone's attention to Master Huichen.

"Amitabha!"

Master Huichen clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and a solemn and compassionate look appeared on his face.

He turned towards Nangong Xuanyu, bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I just sensed an unusual aura while reciting the scriptures, which is related to the root cause of the Fifth Prince's illness."

"Oh?"

Nangong Xuanyu's eyebrows moved slightly: "Master Huichen, please speak frankly."

Master Huichen pondered for a moment, as if weighing his words, and then slowly said, "Fifth Prince, have you been experiencing frequent nightmares and restless sleep lately? Even with the tranquilizers you take, the effect is minimal. Furthermore, your condition keeps recurring, and the medicine seems to be ineffective, making it difficult to completely cure it."

Upon hearing this, Concubine Kang's eyes immediately turned red again. She nodded repeatedly, her voice tinged with tears, "That's right! Master, you're absolutely right!"

"The Fifth Prince...he always sleeps restlessly at night, often waking up crying. The imperial physician prescribed a tranquilizer, but it barely scratches the surface..."

As soon as she said this, the palace maids around her, including Chu'er, showed expressions of surprise and realization on their faces.

It was true that the Fifth Prince suffered from nightmares and night terrors, but once the eminent monk revealed this, it took on a completely different meaning.

Perhaps this is not a simple disease, but some kind of mysterious sign?

Nangong Xuanyu's eyes darkened as he pressed on, "Master Huichen, now that you know the root cause, what is the reason? And how can we resolve it?"

Master Huichen clasped his hands together again, his gaze sweeping across the crowd before finally returning to the emperor. His voice was deep and slow, "According to my humble opinion, the Fifth Prince is young, his spirit is not strong yet, and he is easily harassed by external evil."

"His illness has been completely cured, but he is still born weak. Furthermore, a sinister and resentful aura lingers in the southeast of the palace, subtly hindering the royal family's fortunes, especially affecting the young and frail heir."

"If this energy is not removed, the Fifth Prince's illness will be difficult to cure. Even if he temporarily recovers, it will easily relapse."

Nangong Xuanyu subconsciously looked in the direction indicated by Master Huichen's gaze, frowning slightly: "Southeast?"

Shen Zhinian, who had been observing silently, paused for a moment and said, "If we talk about the southeast direction of the palace... it seems to be... the cold palace?"

As soon as the word "cold palace" came out, the expressions of many palace servants present changed slightly.

That place was an unlucky one that everyone in the palace avoided, where countless concubines who had fallen out of favor, were convicted, and were crazy and desperate were imprisoned.

It is perfectly reasonable to say that resentment has accumulated in the cold palace.

Master Huichen nodded slightly, his tone tinged with compassion, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine, understands this. The cold palace has long trapped resentful spirits, their resentment difficult to dissipate. This energy is invisible, yet like a haze, it erodes blessings."

"This has a particularly profound impact on the young heirs of the throne, whose foundations are still shallow and whose yang energy is not yet fully developed."

"If this continues, I'm afraid the Fifth Prince won't be the only one in trouble..."

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear.

The resentment in the cold palace threatens all the young princes and princesses in the palace!

Immediately, the palace servants kneeling in the back row began to whisper, with expressions of fear and undoubted belief on their faces: "So that's what's going on..."

"I said that the imperial doctors couldn't cure it, I'm afraid it might have been contaminated with something unclean..."

"It's scary just thinking about what's going on in the cold palace. How could there not be a lot of resentment?"

"Master Huichen is indeed a great monk. He saw through the root of the problem at a glance!"

"..."

Nangong Xuanyu listened to the discussions around him and looked at Concubine Kang's face which turned pale and frightened in an instant.

And the fifth prince, whose little face was abnormally flushed in his wet nurse's arms.

His face was calm, but his eyes were filled with thoughts.

The emperor was not a completely superstitious person, but since it concerned the health of his descendants, especially since a prestigious monk like Master Huichen had pointed out the root cause, he had no choice but to be cautious.

Nangong Xuanyu's voice was emotionless: "Since Master has said so, I believe there is a way to resolve this situation?"