Heaven Official’s Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu Vol. 6

Xie Lian was speechless. Using “generous and kind” to praise Mu Qing; were those devotees serious?!

His Highness the Crown Prince was banished again.
After his smashing and grandiose second Heavenly Tribulation, the Crown Prince of Xianle rampaged across the heavens with fierce belligerence. Before even one incense time had passed, he was knocked down below once more by the Heavenly Emperor. None of the heavenly officials could figure out what that man was thinking.

“If you knew what was wrong, then you are already in the right,” Jun Wu said slowly.
However, Xie Lian shook his head. “Just knowing is not enough. If I make a mistake, I should be the one punished. But I committed the wrong, and the one who took the punishment for me was…”
He trailed off, then raised his head once more.
“So as punishment, I pray My Lord will grant me a cursed shackle—no, two cursed shackles. One to seal away my spiritual powers, another to disperse all my luck and fortune.”

“You’ve wasted an entire day here,” White No-Face continued. “What exactly are you trying to prove? Or are you trying to convince yourself of something?”
“It’s none of your shitty business,” Xie Lian said.
White No-Face chuckled sympathetically. “Silly child. Did you think someone would help you pull out that sword?”

“I hoped that Your Highness might give me the sword and allow me to summon the plague.”
Xie Lian turned his head. “Why?”
Wuming watched Xie Lian intently from behind his mask. “My beloved sustained terrible injuries in the war and suffered a fate worse than death. I could only watch helplessly as they suffered in torment and struggled in agony.”
“And?” Xie Lian said.
“And so I hoped that I could be the one to wield the sword and avenge them.”

Xie Lian was stunned—and suspicious. “Why do you know how to enter the Royal Mausoleum?”
White No-Face smiled. “I know everything about Your Highness.”
“You don’t know shit!” Xie Lian hissed.

It seemed Feng Xin was bidding farewell to Xie Lian’s mother and father. Feng Xin’s voice was extremely low, the queen’s voice was choked with sobs, and the king didn’t say much, but there was a lot of coughing. The door opened a moment later, then closed. Feng Xin’s voice vanished, and the sound of his footsteps grew more and more distant.
Feng Xin had left.

It seemed the owner of this tombstone used to be a lover of drink, so others brought them liquor when they came to sweep their grave. Xie Lian crouched at the tombstone. He had never drunk alcohol before, but he had heard people say that it could warm the body and help one forget. After a moment’s hesitation, he abruptly reached for a jug, yanked out the stopper, and started pouring the contents down his throat.

The pats weren’t hard at all, but Xie Lian almost lost his balance from them. He tried again to speak. “I—”
The heavenly official laughed out loud. “You’re only doing this because you’ve got it really hard. It’s understandable. Don’t you worry, we won’t tell anyone.”
That was exactly why it was so hard for him to say a word. And once the other party brought it up first, Xie Lian had no idea what more he could say.
A long moment later, Xie Lian mumbled, “…All right, thank you. Then I’m…I’m going to head back now. Heading back.”

There was a group of people gathered in the woods, and they were all staring at him. When Xie Lian looked closer, he noticed that something was off—these weren’t people at all; the middle-aged man couldn’t see them and was still in a panic. Moreover, there were some faces in the group that Xie Lian found familiar.
Of course they were familiar—he had seen a number of them in the Heavenly Capital. Some were from the Upper Court, some from the Lower Court, but they were all heavenly officials!