[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal":3,"chapter-investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-648":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},596858,846,"Chapter 648: What should Xiao Li do if he wants to go to the toilet","investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-648",648,"\u003Cp>\"The dynasty's fortune...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Xiao Qin's words, Huang Donglai and Murong Xiao exchanged glances, as if they had reached some decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Luckily, I wrote down my rebellion experience back then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Donglai silently pulled out his imperial ascension manual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Huang, go get some potent elixirs. I'll strike as the chosen disciple of the Hanging Temple. Together, we'll grow stronger and reclaim our glory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murong Xiao clasped his hands together and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May the Buddha bless us. Once this succeeds, I'll have my foster father appoint me as the state preceptor, and I'll accumulate merits for you every day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Qin: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You two are acting like this is real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some idle chatter, the mood among the three quickly turned somber again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the top-floor room of the Wanspring Pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night had fallen, and the room was brightly lit. Though many people were present, the silence was so deep one could hear a pin drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure lay on the soft couch, his breathing imperceptible. He looked like a ragdoll that had been shattered and then clumsily stitched back together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His densely covered wounds still oozed fresh blood, staining Ying Bing’s robes with splashes of crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even the Eight-Line Heaven-Mending Pill from Tianbao Workshop didn’t work?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Has Little Treasure arrived yet? Let him lick Li Mo a couple of times...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Wu clutched her gourd of wine, scratching her head in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Hanhe’s wrinkles deepened enough to crush a mosquito.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The 'Little Treasure' you speak of is the Dragon-Tiger Golden Elixir, isn’t it? That’s a fiercely potent medicine—far too strong for Li Mo in his current state.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yuzhi, once the leader of the Divine Calling Sect, had dabbled in many fields, including medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She proposed several methods, but none had much effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, Li Mo was being sustained solely by Ying Bing’s inner-world ability, \"Reverse Journey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In simpler terms, time flowed unusually slowly around him, delaying his march toward the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn’t he seem slightly better just now? Could the medicine be working?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Wu’s eyes suddenly brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Bing’s face was pale, almost translucent, as she murmured blankly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not the medicine. It’s the power of the masses.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That seed of the ancient bronze tree now resided in Li Mo’s dantian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its miraculous, almost divine energy temporarily replaced his shattered inner world, stabilizing his spirit and body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was still not his original inner world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"His inner realm must be connected to the power of the masses. Now that he’s the talk of the world, his inner realm has improved slightly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But... it’s not enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Bing brushed her fingers across his cheek. The realness of his suffering sent a dull, splitting pain through her heart, as if a chasm had opened beneath her—an endless abyss pulling her deeper and deeper...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since her rebirth, she had faced everything with confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, for the first time, she was utterly powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had shattered his world to forge hers. But what could she use to save him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the power of the masses works... what about the fortune of a nation?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar voice made Ying Bing freeze. She looked up to see Shang Wu speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone was her usual reckless demeanor—now she stood solemn and dignified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, she didn’t resemble the Qingyuan Sect’s brawler but rather a noble Vermilion Bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"National fortune is refined from the power of the masses, so it would naturally be more effective. But aside from Great Yu...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Bing paused, as if realizing something, and tightened her grip on the doll in her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was, after all, sharp-witted—and some things she had already lived through once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a bit of calm reflection, the pieces fell into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had the Demon-Summoning Sect schemed so meticulously against the Qingyuan Sect alone, even planting a mole among its elders?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had the Qingyuan Sect’s downfall been so sudden?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had the Bronze Divine Tree, long destroyed, retained its miraculous properties within the sect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those questions were secondary now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What mattered was that there was hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Within the imperial mausoleum... lies the remaining fortune of the Great Shang dynasty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yuzhi sighed, revealing the true reason she had stayed in the Qingyuan Sect all this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll have Little Azure Luan take me back to the sect to prepare.\" Shang Wu set her wine gourd down on the table and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, there’s no time to worry about consequences now. This old bones might as well stir up some trouble too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Hanhe’s expression was complicated as he rose to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qingyuan Sect elders had suffered plenty under Shang Wu’s antics, but this time, he found himself in rare agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world now belonged to Great Yu—Great Shang’s national fortune was a scorching hot iron. Buried in the mausoleum, it was harmless. But once unearthed, who knew what storms it would unleash upon the already turbulent world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if the person was lost, what meaning did anything else hold?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Wu and Shang Qinqing departed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others exhaled in relief, exchanged glances, and tactfully withdrew from the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room grew even quieter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, two soft pats echoed—teardrops splashing against his parched lips, shattering like crystal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Bing carefully wiped them away and whispered tenderly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll take you home soon. When you wake up, we’ll see all the rivers and mountains together.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her past life, she had always been alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, she couldn’t bear the thought of a future without him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A future without him...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had already walked that path once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How fast could a former Seventh-Realm Demon Saint—one who had devoted all her abilities to speed—truly be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That very day, a streak of azure light split the skies above Purple Sun Prefecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Heavenly Trial? That Crown Prince of Great Yu got beaten so badly in the Hidden Dragon Tournament his eyes turned purple—what use is he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still no news about the results. By my calculations, it should be over by now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If no good news has arrived, has Shang Wu caused trouble in the imperial capital?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If she really did, we’ll just issue a statement saying she’s a temporary elder with no direct ties to our sect and thus bears no responsibility...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shangguan Wencang and a group of elders were gathered in the main hall of the sect’s peak, eating hotpot while awaiting news from the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As everyone knew, if the news wasn’t good, it was probably bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the fact that Shang Wu had also sneaked off to the capital, the elders would’ve been singing while they ate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Relax, the only person in the sect who can control her is also in the capital. It’s fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shangguan Wencang didn’t seem too concerned. Smiling, he reached out with his chopsticks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After fishing around the pot, he frowned at Qian Bufan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where’s the tripe I just put in? Did you steal it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I—I didn’t!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Bufan’s lips glistened with oil as he shook his head like a rattle-drum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the sect master was about to press further, Qian Bufan sighed dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Autumn Water Pavilion’s food is still the best. When is Little Li coming back? I’ve lost weight without him around.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than a streak of azure light descended outside the main hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone shot to their feet, wary. An unannounced visitor of such strength was likely hostile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shang Wu? Elder Hanhe?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What in the world happened to your hair?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Wu’s long black locks had been blown back by the wind, molded into a funnel-like shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Hanhe was the same, though he also wore a pair of sunglasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Never mind that. I have an announcement to make.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it about Li Mo?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elders rose to their feet, their expressions brimming with excitement as they strained to listen. Even Qian Bufan forgot about sneaking bites of food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's about to kick the bucket.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you so... Wait, what the hell?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo's message √\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How badly is he hurt?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then why aren’t you staying there to watch over him? What’s the rush to come back?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quiet, all of you! I’ve got an announcement to make.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Wu planted her hands on her hips, silencing the elders before declaring loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get ready—I’m digging up my family’s ancestral grave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trouble’s brewing √\u003C\u002Fp>",1403,"2026-05-30T17:19:14.063Z","2026-06-01T04:31:46.889Z",1,"novelbin.me","519c58e9831692b6b5a72caa1a64dcf26fb517d4f2cfccb540a488da3de4f6f9","investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-649","investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-647",737,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Finvesting-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-cover.jpg"]