Three Died in a Row, and They Want Me Executed. The Old Taoist Suffered a Backlash and Dropped Dead, Leaving the Dog Emperor in a Panic

On my first day in the palace, the princess died. It had nothing to do with me. On the second day, a prince died. That had nothing to do with me either. On the third day, the emperor's favorite consort breathed her last, and the emperor turned his attention to me. He summoned a Taoist priest to perform a ritual. The priest burned three talismans, then told the emperor, "Kill this woman, and all will be well." I was dragged to the execution ground, with a blade at my neck. But early on the fourth day, the priest died in front of the altar, clutching a slip of paper in his hand. The emperor opened it, and his face turned white. It contained only four words: "She must not be killed." The emperor came to me. "What do you want?" I said, "Your Majesty, don't rush. The people who die still..."