Chapter 389: The King's Curtain Falls!

This tribulation is practically over!

Ao Yifan gazed at the last lingering wisp of tribulation energy in the sky, then turned with a complex look toward the direction of Morning Song City.

Because San Sui Xiao Xianzi was taken by Ao Yifan, the Yin-Shang army could no longer block the rebel forces.

Thus, the rebel army advanced unhindered, encountering little resistance, and fought their way into Morning Song City.

Generals like Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu were forcibly recalled by Di Xin.

"Your Majesty, the rebel army has already reached Morning Song City; you could have Huang Feihu abandon the city and march north, while I remain behind to reorganize our Great Shang army, and we could still fight the rebels!"

Wen Zhong looked at Di Xin on the throne and said.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will guard you with my life, not letting anyone harm you in the slightest!"

Huang Feihu also spoke solemnly.

But faced with their plea, Di Xin uttered not a word, merely sitting silently on that cold throne.

Your Majesty...

Wen Zhong still wanted to say something, but Di Xin raised his hand to interrupt: "Alright, you may withdraw now."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu exchanged a glance, each seeing a hint of helplessness in the other's eyes.

Yes, Your Majesty!

Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu bowed in unison, then withdrew.

But as they were about to leave, they couldn't help but turn back and glance at that lonely figure on the throne.

Unbeknownst to them, that once vigorous young sovereign now had temples streaked with white, bearing a trace of agedness.

After Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu had left, Di Xin on the throne, using his own hoarse voice, said: "You've come?"

Yes, I've come!

With a soft landing, a figure suddenly appeared in the hall.

Seeing Ao Yifan still as vigorous as in years past, Di Xin's mood was exceedingly complex.

Prince Consort, do you know?

Di Xin slowly descended from the throne and walked toward Ao Yifan.

Each step felt lighter than the last, as if something was being stripped away from Di Xin.

Actually, I initially took a dislike to you!

Upon hearing this, Ao Yifan's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

After all, my earlier actions were indeed somewhat unkind.

I got someone's sister pregnant before bringing her back—anyone would feel upset.

Well, things are in the past; Your Majesty, don't dwell on it.

Ao Yifan said with a smile.

Yeah, things are in the past; it feels like ages ago!

Finally, Di Xin stepped down from the throne's steps, turned around, and glanced back at the lofty throne.

Speaking of which, this is the first time I've looked at the king's throne from this position; turns out, this is how it feels!

On Di Xin's face appeared an unprecedented sense of ease.

The next moment, he actually sat down right on the steps.

For Di Xin, who always cared about his imperial dignity, this was utterly astonishing.

Seeing this, Ao Yifan flipped his right hand.

Immediately, a jug of immortal brew and two cups appeared on the jade tray in his hand.

He personally poured a cup of immortal brew for Di Xin, who did not refuse and drank it in one gulp.

Indeed, it lives up to being immortal brew!

Di Xin sighed in admiration.

He refilled Di Xin's cup again; this time, Di Xin did not drink it straight away.

When Ao Yifan raised his cup, they lightly clinked, then drank again.

Those two—were they killed?

Di Xin suddenly asked.

Yes, one sacrificed himself, the other was eternally suppressed.

Ao Yifan replied.

Good!

A look of relief spread across his face as Di Xin picked up the jug and gulped down a large mouthful.

Looks like it's also time to end!

Saying that, Di Xin rose again, took the jug, and headed out of the hall.

Watching his back, Ao Yifan's face showed neither joy nor sorrow, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

However, just as Di Xin stepped one foot out of the hall, his steps suddenly halted.

Prince Consort, will Great Shang continue on, right?

Di Xin did not turn back, merely posing a question.

Exactly!

Ao Yifan replied: "With me here, Yin-Shang will truly endure for myriad generations!"

Yes, as long as you're here, my Great Shang will endure; after all, Jiao'er...

Di Xin did not continue his words, but instead walked step by step toward the already-built high tower.

The people of Great Shang!

On the high tower, Di Xin issued his final royal edict to his subjects——

"From today onward, the position of the Great King will be passed to my son, Yin Jiao!"

This royal edict instantly echoed throughout Morning Song City.

Upon hearing this sound, Ji Fa's expression changed abruptly, and he immediately looked toward the direction of the Chen Tang Pass army.

Before he could respond, he saw all the commanders of the Chen Tang Pass army, led by Lady Yin, bow in unison to Yin Jiao.

"We greet the Great King!"

With the Chen Tang Pass army as an example, the remaining rebel forces, aside from the still‑hesitating West Qi army, likewise bowed in succession.

"West Qi army, are you dissatisfied with the new Great King?"

Seeing the West Qi army remain motionless, Lady Yin glared at them.

In tandem with Lady Yin, Nezha's gaze swept over as well.

In an instant, many West Qi army commanders knelt and paid homage to the new Great King.

There was no helping it—Nezha's stare was truly terrifying.

After all, that reputation was earned spear by spear.

Watching this scene outside the city, Di Xin laughed heartily: "Good, hahaha, good!"

Having said that, Di Xin's wine pot slipped from his hand and shattered at his feet.

At the same time, raging flames engulfed the entire high tower.

"Great King!"

Seeing this, Wen Zhong was about to step forward, but before he could act, Huang Feihu's hand rested on his shoulder.

"The calamity of measure has finally ended!"

Feeling the heavenly and earthly calamity qi finally dissipate, Ao Yifan murmured.

At the same time, Queen Jiang brought Consort Huang and Daji to Ao Yifan's side.

"Has he already found out?"

Queen Jiang's eyes flickered with a hint of complexity.

"Indeed, he should have known long ago!"

Ao Yifan nodded: "However, compared to blood ties, he cares more about the eternal legacy of the Yin‑Shang!"

"And what about you?"

Queen Jiang looked at Ao Yifan and asked: "What do you care about?"

"Hehe, I naturally care more about you all; having you by my side is what matters most!"

Ao Yifan said, his big hand instantly embracing the three women.

Consort Huang and Daji's cheeks flushed slightly, their faces full of happiness.

"Oh? Is this your reason for toying with my three hundred Chang'e in the Vast Cold Palace?"

Queen Jiang looked at Ao Yifan with a half‑smile.

"This is a misunderstanding; I can explain the reasons behind it!"

Ao Yifan's expression stiffened slightly.

Heaven and earth's conscience, the matter of the three hundred Chang'e, was truly preparation to deal with the Two Sages of the West—not that he is actually some lecher!