"I believe His Highness the Crown Prince is merely wasting his time. To make this rain stop, all he needs to do is distance himself from those ignorant scoundrels!"
Although Lin Ling Su himself was greatly shocked, he quickly regained his composure.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, this idiom is quite fitting. Since His Highness the Crown Prince has already spoken, why not let them try?"
With Lin Ling Su having said that, Liang Shicheng could only openly stand on the Crown Prince's side and strongly support those damned monks.
"Prime Minister Li, what do you say?"
"This..."
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"Why have you come at this hour? It's raining so heavily, aren't you afraid of encountering trouble on the road?"
Han Mo had only just returned to his small courtyard when a servant suddenly announced that Zong Shidu had come to visit.
"My good brother Han, you probably don't know yet. Just now, Master Yuan Miao suddenly accused the Crown Prince of lacking virtue, leading to this heavy rain!"
"What are you talking about?"
Before Zong Ying could finish speaking, Han Mo suddenly stood up. What kind of joke was this? How could such words be spoken so casually?
"This is absolutely true. Not only did Master Yuan Miao take action, but His Highness the Crown Prince also responded directly!"
"You're not going to tell me the Crown Prince is now leading people in performing rituals on Xuande Gate!"
Han Mo's eyes widened.
"You... you know?"
Zong Ying looked at him with some confusion. Had someone already informed him in advance?
"I know jack squat!"
Han Mo suddenly had a bad premonition. Things were developing in an increasingly unpredictable direction.
Given the Crown Prince's cautious nature, how could he possibly step forward and do something like this?
This was entirely unlike the Crown Prince's character, unless the Crown Prince had a problem with his head.
Rain would eventually stop. It had been raining for nearly a day and a night, and by now, even a fool would know that it wouldn't be long before the rain ceased.
If the Crown Prince was currently leading people in performing rituals on the city gate tower, then after this incident, the Crown Prince's position might even become more stable because of it.
If things unfolded as Han Mo suspected, then Lin Ling Su's downfall would be unstoppable.
Although he didn't want to be involved with Lin Ling Su anymore, he certainly didn't want this charlatan to fall so quickly.
After all, there were many things that only this divine stick could accomplish. If he were to be gone, it would indeed be a considerable trouble for Han Mo.
"When I came just now, the monks brought by the Crown Prince had already begun setting up an altar on Xuande Gate. They're probably almost ready by now!"
"This Master Yuan Miao is likely in for a big fall this time..."
Hearing Zong Ying say this, Han Mo immediately lost interest in continuing the conversation.
"Why are you so sure that Master Yuan Miao will lose this time? I heard he's proficient in thunder magic. If heavenly thunder were to strike the altar, who would win or lose is truly unpredictable..."
Seeing Han Mo looking so preoccupied, Zong Ying mumbled.
"Although I don't know where the problem lies, I can tell you with certainty that those monks are definitely cheating!"
"Cheating? How is that possible? If the heavens want to rain and a woman wants to marry, can they predict such things in advance?"
Zong Ying looked at Han Mo with confusion.
It wasn't that he didn't believe Han Mo, but rather that what Han Mo said was impossible for him to believe.
"How many people do you have at hand right now?"
As soon as Zong Ying finished speaking, Han Mo suddenly seemed to have thought of something.
"Roughly a few dozen. Why are you asking?"
"It's raining everywhere right now, and everyone is busy with this matter. This is the weakest period for the Imperial City Department. Immediately dispatch all the men you have, and I want to know the profiles of everyone those baldasses have met since entering Bianliang City!"
"This..."
"Don't be afraid to spend money. Whatever it costs, just come to me for it later. I want to know where they've been and whom they've met in the past few days before the rain stops, especially that monk Dao Jian!"
"Are you so sure they must have engaged in foul play behind the scenes? But can anyone in this world truly calculate things like wind and rain?"
Zong Ying looked at Han Mo, puzzled.
"You should send people to the Taichang Temple to inquire about such matters!"
Although Han Mo himself didn't believe that anyone in this era could calculate such things so accurately, his intuition told him that there was definitely something fishy going on.
This was the monks' last chance to turn the tables. Without absolute certainty, why would they directly confront Lin Ling Su on such a matter?
"Then I'll go now!"
Although Zong Ying still had some doubts about what Han Mo said, out of trust in Han Mo, he turned and left directly.
After sending Zong Ying off, Han Mo fell into deep thought again.
"I've never seen you so nervous. What's gotten into you today?"
Even after Zong Ying left, Han Mo continued to pace back and forth in the room. Seeing his unusual behavior, Zhe Yourong hurried to bring him a cup of ginger tea.
"I can't quite figure out what's so strange about this matter, but if I'm not mistaken, this is likely just one part of the monks' plan!"
"Are you also afraid they'll plot against us?"
"Not afraid, it's inevitable!"
In this day and age, the profession of a divine stick was too dangerous, especially since the current emperor was so superstitious.
If he could be so devoted to Taoism, why couldn't the Crown Prince conversely become infatuated with Buddhism?
If these people were allowed to succeed in this matter, who knew what other wicked ideas they might come up with next!
"Since it's raining everywhere, and there are still some shop assistants, why don't I send them out too?"
"Forget about them. Most of these people were hired on the spot. Who knows if there aren't spies from the Imperial City Department mixed in..."
Although this suggestion tempted Han Mo, after a moment's consideration, he immediately rejected this tempting offer.