The Emperor was at his wit's end. He turned to his guards. "Why haven't you brought King Shu here yet? Send someone else to get him!"
If they didn't leave soon, it would be too late.
However, the imperial guards who had gone to King Shu's meditation chamber returned to report, "We did not see the King in his room, Your Majesty!"
The little monk guarding the gate couldn't help but speak up. "An hour ago, I saw him heading down the mountain. I thought all you benefactors already knew..."
The Emperor's heart sank.
Shen Ningning hopped off Jiang Zhi's back.
The little girl's eyes were dark as she said, "It seems King Shu was the one who destroyed the road."
"How could this be? How could this be!" the Emperor mumbled in disbelief. "My own brother... wants to see me dead?!"
Shen Ningning had already figured it out.
'Today's downpour and the resulting flood must be the work of King Shu and Princess Consort Qi working together.'
