Chapter 1325 One Hundred of Him Are Not as Good as Her
"Mr. Lan, you are to hold a ceremony to pray for the people tomorrow. Why must you return to the imperial city tonight? Are you not confident in tomorrow's prayer?"
Chu Qianli met Lan Fan's gaze. Her eyes, initially filled with wariness, now saw nothing but emptiness in his. There was no trace of the supposed hypnosis.
Suddenly, she seemed to understand.
Prince Xuan had injured him. Lan Fan, suffering from internal injuries, could not use his illusions.
So, it was true that he couldn't use illusions or hypnosis after being injured.
This principle, she now understood.
"You can remove the black cloth from my eyes. His aura is too chaotic right now; he doesn't have enough power to use illusions."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yexuan removed the black cloth from his eyes and stared at Lan Fan.
This time, it was Lan Fan's turn for his gaze to flicker with a hint of guilt.
He was also annoyed!
This damnable Chu Qianli, she was truly a demoness, to know everything!
He had been injured by Prince Xuan, his meridians damaged, and indeed, he couldn't use illusions at the moment.
"Prince Xuan injured me. How can I have the power to pray for the people tomorrow?" Lan Fan snorted impatiently.
Moreover, what prayer? He hadn't been consulted about this at all before, and he didn't know about it.
If Chu Qianli hadn't mentioned it now, he wouldn't have known about such a thing.
He suspected it was Chu Qianli's sudden whim!
"Your Excellency, the Temple Master, has come here precisely to pray for the people. I've considered it; tomorrow's weather will be clear, a good day for prayer."
"Such matters require my personal divination to be…."
"Unfortunately, I don't believe you can pray at all. Tomorrow's grand prayer ceremony will merely be a formality, to appease the people."
"What did you say?" Lan Fan's face immediately turned red with anger.
This demoness, how could she look down on the unique arts of his Lan clan so much?
"What I say is not important. What matters is how the people view Mr. Lan's first grand prayer ceremony."
The first grand prayer ceremony!
These words made Lan Fan straighten his back instantly.
That's right, he had come to Xinhuacun to replace Lan Qing as the master of Lingjiu Hall, to become the commander of all the great halls in Nanming.
The first ceremony had to be magnificent and glorious; he absolutely could not disgrace his identity.
However…
He glared at Chu Qianli and snorted, "In the current state of Xinhuacun, where would any people be willing to come and witness the ceremony?"
Without people attending, there would be no one to appreciate his peerless elegance.
What was the point of such a ceremony then?
"You are mistaken!"
Chu Qianli met his gaze, her expression serious and resolute. "Especially in times of hardship, the people of Lingjiu Hall represent their greatest hope. Perhaps, this is their last hope."
…
Lan Fan was eventually persuaded by Chu Qianli.
Of course, the premise of this persuasion was that he truly had no way to escape from Feng Yexuan's clutches.
Since he couldn't escape, he could only seize this opportunity to showcase his might before the people.
Otherwise, coming to Xinhuacun would have been a complete waste of time.
As he got into the carriage, he saw Chu Minghao still slumped against the carriage, his body visibly trembling.
Lan Fan glanced at him and immediately showed a look of disdain. "Are you afraid of Prince Xuan, or are you afraid of that demoness?"
"Who, who said I was afraid?" Chu Minghao gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and looked furious.
Lan Fan snorted coldly, dismissively.
If his voice hadn't been trembling so severely when he spoke, perhaps his words would have carried some conviction.
To be so terrified!
Compared to Chu Qianli, who had remained calm and composed when facing the threat of death outside earlier, he was far inferior.
If Nanming were to choose someone from the reserves to inherit the throne in the future, then one hundred Chu Minghaos would not be as good as one Chu Qianli!
(End of chapter)