A Young Beastly Wife Is The Secret Service's Mysterious Docter

Many people also joined the group of people who tried to persuade Ning Xuemo

Ning Xuemo's words earlier had already evoked many people's compassion. Right now, they felt there was no difference between them and the lone girl from the Marquis' Mansion. She was also a pitiful person who is bullied by the privileged class and was not much better than them...

This made them unite together against a common enemy and unconsciously considered Ning Xuemo as part of their group.

Ji Yunhao's face turned very unsightly.

Regardless of whether Ning Xuemo was actually innocent or not, the fact that he persecuted and accused a lone and weak girl of a crime had made the people's heart wavered against him...

'This is absolutely disgraceful girl must die!' Inside his eyes, a trace of something sinister flashed through.

Suddenly, there was a disturbance on the street to the left side of the public square as a wave of people rushed forth.

"His Imperial Majesty, the Venerable Emperor! His Imperial Majesty, the Venerable Emperor, has arrived!"

"Kyah! Kyah! It's true, the Ancestor is coming."

"His Imperial Majesty, the Venerable Emperor, is he passing by here?"

"I didn't expect that today, I'd have the good the good fortune to see the Ancestor's carriage..."

"Stop talking! Qui-quickly kneel!"

The first reaction of the crowd was to drop their discussions and in the blink of an eye, everyone was kneeling down while facing the long street. Ji Yunhao's complexion changed as he silently commanded the Imperial guards to kneel down.

Previously, there was some confusion among the people in the public square, but in a split second, tranquility and order were now reigning. It was so quiet that the sound of a dropped needle could be clearly heard.

On the wide and cleared out main street next to the public square, the people wearing all kinds of different attires were kneeling on the ground. Every one of them were holding their breaths, not daring to make a sound nor gasp for air.

Then, a group of people appeared, riding horses down the street.

In front of the procession there was 16 little boys and girls in light purple clothing scattering flowers on the clear road. Following behind them, there were 18 youngsters wearing odd clothes, that weren't monk clothes, yet not common clothes, with the same purple as the previous group. Their hair scattered over their shoulders without a single strand out of place. They lightly waved the horsetail whisk, releasing a refreshing smell, filling the whole air on the street. The fragrance was extremely light and very gentle and seemed like it could seep into people's heart and soul.

Behind the group youngsters were 16 young ladies wearing light purple dresses, fluttering like clouds. Coiled around their shoulders, was a very long purple muslin like running water, they intertwined together like flowers as to support the blue palanquin.

The big palanquin compared to a normal one was clearly different as it was a 'palanquin with eight carriers' standard. It was made from unknown materials and was entirely blue in color, as blue as the pure blue sky.

The setting sun was as red as blood, shining down the last rays before the day ends. Unexpectedly, not even the slightest tint of red could be seen on the palanquin, as if all the sun's light has been completely swallowed up by the azure color.

On the roof of the palanquin, there was a mast-like structure . That structure was also pure blue and faintly emitting a faint l.u.s.ter. Embedded at the top of the structure, there was a pure and limpid crimson gem, vivid and glittering like a small sun. It was attracting a lot of eyes.

All the young ladies' faces were covered by a veil of muslim like mist covering a Chinese peony.

It was sumptuous, mysterious, lofty...

None of the adjectives used to describe this group of people were exaggerations.

The curtains of the palanquin were down, perfectly covering the openings of the palanquin without even showing a corner of the clothes of the people inside.

However, everyone knew that this was the Venerable Emperor's carriage, the most powerful god on the continent.

As the Ancestor arrived, a almost every person bent their head to bow without exception.

Regardless of whether it was the boys opening the road, the youngsters scattering the fragrance, or the young ladies pulling the palanquin, each and every one of them took light and graceful steps. As they walked down the street, their snow white socks didn't collect even a speck of dust as if they were floating above ground.

His Imperial Majesty, the Ten Thousand Venerable Emperor, or the Ancestor for short, was a legend on the continent. The rumors say his psychokinesis had already been cultivated to the peak. He was also an immortal that never grew old nor died, in this world, all the monarchs of each country revered him like a god, not even daring to be slightly disrespectful.