Therefore, that clan leader also could only see that thick veil, and couldn’t see Nangong Lie’s current expression. If he could see it, he certainly wouldn’t have thought of dragging Nangong Lie into the fray.
“As Nangong family’s youngest priest, shouldn’t you say a few words?”
Nangong Lie originally was doing fine watching a show. Suddenly, he’s been singled out like this, and he also saw the coldly indifferent light within the eyes of that person sitting at the seat of honor, almost as if it could freeze everybody to death.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva. After that, he f*cking looked at that clan leader who opened his mouth.
That clan leader was only thinking that his relationship with the Nangong family wasn’t bad. What’s more, he also knew that ever since Third Prince lost his qi, the clan of priests already wasn’t as respectful to Third Prince as before.
Therefore, Ah Lie certainly would stand by his side.
Nangong Lie indeed really wanted to stand by his side, because by standing close by his side, he could personally choke him to death!
“And what little something would honored priest like to say, hm?” Baili Jia Jue faintly raised the final syllable.
Nangong Lie’s back shook as the corners of his mouth smiled with a hint of perverseness. He’ll use a small force to divert this boulder coming at him. “Your Highness, we of the priest clan only make predictions. Besides major events, we don’t participate in any other political affairs.”
In regards to Nangong Lie’s way of speaking, Prince Murong wasn’t surprised at all. Since ancient time, priests had been precisely that way. They don’t compete, don’t fight, yet had a presumptuous attitude.
They had always not fussed with the imperial family’s mistakes, and would simply keep silent about major charges while only admitting minor ones.
However, since Nangong Lie didn’t help Third Prince, then that also meant that the news he received was indeed correct. The priests were already not as devoted to the imperial family as they once were…
Today, they entered the palace. Even though they weren’t successful in demanding benefits from Third Prince, however, it could also be considered as being worth it. At the minimum, they’ve confirmed a very important matter.
However, what Prince Murong didn’t think of was that more often than not, our perceptions can deceive us.
For example, the relationship between Nangong Lie and Baili Jia Jue.
That’s right, the priests indeed didn’t treat the imperial family with as much devotion as they did before.
However, he certainly overlooked the fact that the priest clan’s opinion may not represent Nangong Lie’s opinion at all.
As the priest clan’s successor, early on, Nangong Lie already chose the monarch that he wanted to devote himself to in the future.
And that monarch wouldn’t be any other person besides Baili Jia Jue.
This was the yoke between the priest clan and the imperial clan.
Ten years of brotherhood. Early on, the first time they saw each other, Nangong Lie was but a little child. Baili Jia Jue was similarly underaged when he chose him from among a thousand priests to become a priest’s disciple. The outcome was destined then…
Bang!
Finally, the leaders of the four great clans and their successors had withdrawn, and even Retired Emperor had returned to his palace to rest.
In a flash, layers of palace doors became a barrier. Even half of the smallest trace of sound could no longer be heard outside.
On Nangong Lie’s face was the widest wicked playful smile. His right hand was glued on his left shoulder as he slightly bowed with ceremony. “Your Majesty.”
Even though Baili Jia Jue’s manner was casual and was no different than his former self, however, standing here, he still would do what he should.
Sure enough, Baili Jia Jue lazily lifted his eyelids, and raised his eyebrows. “You can immediately kneel on the ground.”
After hearing that, Nangong Lie then really raised his head, stared at Baili Jia Jue’s dark black pupils and was just about to say something when the saw that within the pair of enigmatic eyes, there surprisingly wasn’t any trace of light.
Nangong Lie stiffened as his unruly expression abruptly changed. “Your eyes!”
“Poison gas reappeared.” Baili Jia Jue’s face was expressionless as he plucked at the front of his coat, his voice emotionless.
Nangong Lie’s pair of eyes opened wide. “And you still met with that group of old fellows. Aren’t you afraid they’ll find out and rebel? !”
Baili Jia Jue laughed coldly once, without bothering to hide his maliciousness, and said demonically coldly, pausing after each word. “Would they dare.”