The next day, when Bisha heard that Sultan Gu would accompany Yaoying on the mission to Gaochang in two days, he firmly objected: "I don't agree!"
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He struggled to get up from his sickbed.
"I want to see the king!"
The maids looked at each other in dismay, not daring to stop him.
When the curtain was raised, Princess Chima entered the room with a tray of fresh melons and fruits in hand. When she saw this, she tossed the lacquered tray aside and rushed to the couch to support Bisha, saying angrily: "Are you crazy? Why are you going to see Roga when you are injured?"
Bisha gritted his teeth and said, "I must see the king. It's too hot to travel now. It will be cooler in a month, and my injuries will have healed by then. The princess can wait another month!"
Princess Chima pressed him back to the couch and laughed coldly: "Are you that concerned about the Han princess?"
Bishop frowned: "Chima, the mission to Gaochang is an important matter of the court. You don't need to be so suspicious."
Princess Chima's eyes narrowed slightly. A trace of disdain swept through her light brown eyes: "Just because she is a Han woman, Gaochang will agree to the alliance?"
Bisha glanced at her and shook his head with a forced smile.
The alliance was the least of his worries...
He pulled away from Princess Chima, raised his voice, and called for his close guards to help him into the carriage to the Buddhist temple.
Unable to stop him, Princess Chima was furious. Standing in front of the courtyard door, looking at his back as he hobbled to the carriage, she almost broke her teeth from gritting them so hard.
When Bisha arrived at the Buddhist temple, the attendant went in and returned shortly.
"General, the king has gone into seclusion last night, concentrating on meditation, not seeing anyone. The temple master said that the king would be in seclusion for several months this time."
Bisha clenched his fists and closed his eyes.
"Go to the beast garden."
The attendant answered yes and drove the carriage out of the Buddhist temple, around the wall that spanned the north. It led to a courtyard covering a vast area, covered with complimentary pines and cypresses.
In the courtyard, the houses and pavilions towered above the staggered earthen cliffs, sparsely scattered, covering a large area in shade. A stream of moving water meandered around the courtyard, with a dense and lush forest along the river.
The attendant helped Bisha out of the carriage.
Bisha was so anxious that he pushed the attendant away. Ignoring his injuries, he hurriedly climbed the stone steps three steps at a time.
When footsteps sounded suddenly, the guards came forward with their swords drawn.
Bisha took out a ghost face bronze medal and said, "I want to see the Regent!"
When the guards saw the ghost-faced bronze medal, they carefully scrutinized it for a moment. After confirming that it was correct, they immediately returned their swords to their sheaths and gave way.
The sound of deliberately lightened footsteps came from the corridor. All the dark guards retreated to their original places without a sound.
Bisha put away the bronze medal and walked through the path lined on either side with poplars and densely crawling with deep green vines. Rounding the long and dark corridor, he arrived in front of a hidden door.
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Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight
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