Yi Lin's face changed, and he fell silent.
He pondered carefully for a moment and realized there was a problem.
No wonder the embroiderer deliberately concealed this matter.
It's not that the money wasn't enough, nor that the embroiderer was unwilling, but she was afraid.
For an embroiderer, who is hardly more capable than an ordinary cultivator, the matters involved were too significant.
The Ping An Temple monks' nationwide Buddhist procession hid a Princess Royal of the Da Qian Dynasty; this was obviously problematic.
Even more questionable were the troubles that kept arising along the monk's procession, all aimed at the Princess Royal under disguised identities.
Yi Lin recalled the royal rumors of the Da Qian Dynasty.
These matters weren't secrets; they were known to all.
Even Lord Niu in the village would often say, "The formers' emperor died prematurely, leaving the grand enterprise unfinished" as part of his storytelling.
