The two old men, who were fighting over the heart, instantly stopped. Both stood honestly, with Old Man Wu still holding the heart.
"Give it to him. Use this to make medicine."
A cold sentence stunned Old Man Wu, while Old Man Jia beside him chuckled.
He had won. Now the Heart Palpitations of Empress Lian could be completely cured. After recovery, Empress Lian would become very strong.
In the future, their Immortal Realm could once again dominate the Six Realms.
In recent years, because Empress Lian had not been found, their Immortal Realm had been like a scattered pile of sand, and the Demonic Realm had become increasingly arrogant.
Not only had they killed several of their immortal disciples, but they had also vowed to occupy their Immortal Realm in the near future, making the Demonic Realm the ruler of the Six Realms, the King of the Six Realms.
However, fortunately, Empress Lian had returned, and now her heart palpitations could be immediately cured, allowing Empress Lian to regain her strength from a thousand years ago, becoming the King of the Six Realms.
This way, they could follow Empress Lian back to the Immortal Realm, back to their homeland.
"Get out!"
Nangong Mo said coldly.
The two old men were stunned.
"Hahaha, Old Man Wu, I'm talking to you. Hurry up and get out. Quickly, Empress Lian is angry."
A cold light suddenly shot towards him. Old Man Jia trembled, turned his head, and looked at Nangong Mo.
Nangong Mo frowned, "Scram!"
Old Man Jia, holding the heart, immediately fled without a trace.
Old Man Wu was still standing on the ground. He looked back at the figure running out of the door and was extremely surprised.
"Bang!"
The palace door was closed by a gust of wind.
Old Man Wu mechanically turned his head to look at the man walking down from the lotus pond.
The man stood before him in a few steps.
He tilted his head back, unable to see his Empress Lian's face, but he could feel a coldness that penetrated his collar, making him feel suppressed.
"Uh, Empress Lian, how about I get out too? Could you please blow the door open again?"
"She's fine."
Old Man Wu was terrified.
But suddenly he heard Nangong Mo say this.
He didn't react for a moment.
"What?"
Nangong Mo was never a man of many words, but at this moment, he had the patience to say more to Old Man Wu: "That is a fake heart."
"Ah?"
Old Man Wu, whose old bones were about to kneel, slumped back to the ground.
His eyes were almost bulging out.
The information was too much, he needed to adapt. After adapting, he was extremely happy.
"But Empress Lian, if you are like this, then how will your heart palpitations be cured?"
Old Man Wu felt contradictory. On one hand, he didn't want their little doll to be in trouble, and on the other hand, he was worried about Empress Lian.
Nangong Mo did not respond to his concern.
He spoke again, "What should this Empress Lian do to recover her memory?"
From Old Man Wu, he learned about the story between him and Gu Qianying, and he could also sense from Old Man Wu how much he doted on that girl. However, this was ultimately not his memory.
He had feelings, but very few.
For this reason, he decided to recover his memory.
At this moment, he wanted to remember every moment with her.
Whether it was a thousand years ago or every day now, he really wanted to know what he had experienced with her.
"Empress Lian, you are...?"
"You have no way?"
Nangong Mo cast a cold glance, which scared Old Man Wu into nodding like pounding garlic, "Yes, yes, absolutely yes, it's just... this will greatly damage the immortal body, and moreover, your heart palpitations have not yet healed, and your immortal energy has not reached its peak. If you insist on doing this, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it and will be backlashed by the Immortal Art, resulting in, at best, self-destruction of the body and dissipation of the soul. Furthermore, when you go into seclusion, you will need a powerful seal to protect your three souls and seven spirits from scattering."
After Old Man Wu said all this, Nangong Mo simply said, "Mm."
"How long will it take?"
Nangong Mo turned and returned to the lotus pond to continue meditating.
No matter the cost, he had to remember her.
Although Old Man Wu was an immortal disciple under him, he was also the son of that old fellow Immortal Saint. Immortal Saint created the Immortal Art, which could not only purify the heart's dust but also help him regain his memory. If this Immortal Art fell into the hands of mortals, it would definitely cleanse their physical bodies and infuse them with immortal energy, allowing mortals to ascend to become low-level immortals.
However, this Immortal Art had already served the purpose of purifying the heart's dust and regaining memory in him. But if his immortal energy was insufficient to resist the Immortal Art within his body, he could be backlashed, and the result would be as Old Man Wu said: self-destruction of the body and dissipation of the soul.
However, since he had decided to use this method, he had naturally considered everything.
"Empress Lian, this Immortal Art will take three days. These three days are the most crucial. And one day on Penglai Island is one month in the mortal world. Empress Lian, can your body withstand it? Moreover, tomorrow is the full moon, and your heart palpitations have not yet healed?"
Old Man Wu was truly worried.
"I don't have the patience to listen to your nonsense. When Old Man Jia brings the medicinal soup, you can go down and prepare."
"This..." Old Man Wu was still hesitating, mainly because he was worried about his Empress Lian's body.
But suddenly a gust of wind threw him out of the door, and the palace door was also blown open by that gust of wind at the moment he was thrown out, and then it closed again.
Nangong Mo sat alone in the hall, Gu Qianying's delicate face appearing in his mind.
A faint smile hung under his cold face.
"Girl, wait for me!"
These four words, he almost blurted them out.
Even he himself did not know where the word "girl" came from.
Eastern Victory Kingdom, within the Imperial Palace.
On the day of the Grand Empress Dowager's birthday, the banquet was exceptionally grand. Several imperial consorts and talented scholars in the harem, as well as other court officials with their wives and daughters or eldest sons, arrived one after another.
The current Imperial Preceptor, Ouyang Qinglin, who had not appeared for several days, also arrived with his subordinates.
He was still dressed in red, looking charming and alluring, even more so than in the previous few days.
Even the imperial consorts present could not compare to his beauty, but his beauty was not delicate like a woman's, but rather fierce like a man's.
"Little Ying, look, we are wearing clothes of the same color today. What a fate."
As soon as Ouyang Qinglin entered, he sat to Gu Qianying's left, very close to her.
On Gu Qianying's side were all women. Nangong Xuanning sat to Gu Qianying's right, also close to her.
It was irregular for a man to sit among many women, but who was Ouyang Qinglin?
He was the current Imperial Preceptor. Even after disappearing for several months, when he returned, he was still as elegant and aloof as ever, not putting anyone in his eyes, and not afraid of being criticized by others.
"Little Ying, why aren't you talking? I'm talking to you. Didn't you hear me?"
Ouyang Qinglin saw that Gu Qianying did not respond to him and kept calling her.
He hadn't seen her for many days and missed her dearly. If he didn't have to soak in medicinal wine in his manor every day, why would he not have seen her for so many days?
"You smell terrible. Don't talk to me."
Ouyang Qinglin: "..."
He had specifically bathed and changed his clothes today.
While in the manor, he didn't know if Meng Qinghua, who claimed to be the master of the Poisonous Doctor's Pavilion, was deliberately playing tricks on him.
Every day, the medicinal wine he needed to soak in was so smelly.
It made him nauseous, but he had to soak in it, so much so that he bathed every day, and his skin was almost rubbed off.
Little Ying, you're not cute anymore. You actually despise me. I used to be your husband."
Ouyang Qinglin and Gu Qianying were very close, and others could not hear their conversation.
"Yes, I despise you very much, so stay away from me."
Gu Qianying said impolitely.
"..."
Ouyang Qinglin was so awkward that he didn't know how to continue chatting with Gu Qianying.
Just then, Emperor Nanrong Qi and Empress Meng walked over, followed by their personal eunuchs and maids.
Following them, Nangong Zhen'er supported the Grand Empress Dowager, and Aunt Bai also appeared behind them.
As the important figures arrived, everyone below stood up in unison.
The concubines in the harem and the wives of the officials below only needed to bow and greet them.
On the other side, all the men stood up and bowed slightly. Only Ouyang Qinglin and Gu Qianying did not stand up.
"Imperial Consort, how dare you! Grandmother and Brother Emperor are here, and you don't even get up to pay respects. What are you trying to do? Are you trying to rebel?"
Nangong Zhen'er stood beside the Grand Empress Dowager. As soon as she entered with the Grand Empress Dowager, she first noticed Gu Qianying, who was sitting in her seat and had not stood up.