However, she gritted her teeth and said that she couldn't get over this difficult situation, so why would she talk about glory and wealth? Moreover, how can she still talk about it now?

Luo Jia still said lightly: "Xinya, can you verify it?"

She looked at His Majesty's cold face and was heartbroken: "Your Majesty, even if I am your slave, I am the woman who gave birth to a son for you! You are so ruthless... Why can't we do it if you protect her everywhere?"

The high priest shouted: "Xinya, don't be afraid! If it is true, no one dares to do anything to you! This priest will protect you, and the third elder will protect you!"

Xinya turned her head and said decisively: "Experience!"

Outside the Pingcheng, several horses in casual clothes rushed in quickly. They entered the city, ferryed, and crossed the river.

Afar, a few people stopped outside the temple, and looked at the majestic and desolate temple square in the dusk. The tall wooden frames were already adding firewood to it in the dusk.

A large pile of firewood was piled up, and thick branches were tidied layer by layer, indicating that it would be a night of fire.

The onlookers of the northern countries didn't understand what was about to celebrate, and they all felt strange - they were talking all over the place:

"What are you doing to build such a tall wooden shelf?"

"Shh, don't you know? In the past, this was a sacrifice to the great god, burning the holy virgin princess..."

"But, hasn't this decree been deposed long ago? Moreover, there are no princesses in the temple..."

"Then, why did this rack be built?"

Everyone grabbed a patrol monk and said angrily: "Prince, what is this airs for?"

The monk also looked confused: "I don't know, I'm just a fire for everyone to light up."

Everyone was disappointed, but that's it?

From afar, the man in black standing under the willow tree heard such a conversation and laughed.
Chapter completed!