Chapter 198: You Are the Son of Heaven

Luoyang Imperial Palace.

Er Zhu Rong received no imperial edict from the court, yet led several thousand cavalry as vanguard southward, with the main army following in succession.

Seeing this situation, the court ministers in Luoyang grew frantic, knocking on the palace gates through the night to seek an audience with Hu Hou.

But Hu Hou did not wish to see them; after a prolonged standoff, she allowed only a few ministers—Chancellor Yuan Yong among them—to enter the palace.

Yuan Yong did not want to come.

But he was Chancellor.

Slowly he raised a hand to his shriveled mouth and coughed twice, speaking softly and calmly.

It was all still a dream, just as Min Rou had said—like Inception—I was repeating myself, repeating psychological suggestions, repeating dreams within dreams.

To Li Fushen, Qihuang Charity was merely a joke; Qin Meimei’s attempt to use a foundation against him was plainly overreaching. The outcome was obvious: with a single scheme, he forced Qin Meimei to raise the white flag.

Ji Lingfeng’s face turned icy, his chest heaving rapidly—he was truly enraged by Jin Rui’s words.

“Why? What did the Sage say? I don’t care what happens—we all must bear it together!” the old lady declared firmly.

Watching them get out of the car one after the other—even though they weren’t in the same vehicle—I felt as if they’d planned it.

Fu Shu remained silent; inwardly, like others, he admired Gu Tianhe’s style more. Gu Tianyang, by comparison, was too gentle, often stubborn and inflexible.

The two suddenly paled; they realized they were not facing a lamb to be slaughtered, but a ferocious beast.

Su’s mother was left speechless, her face flushing red and white from Su Hong’s retort—yet she could offer no rebuttal, for Su Hong spoke the truth.

In Dongling City, the Tang family’s enterprises had only just begun, with no solid connections yet, so they organized this free medical clinic to build relationships.

Ten minutes later, a message arrived: Where’s my towel?! My towel was used by a dog—what am I supposed to use, you bastard?!

Predators possess only sharp teeth and claws, brutal biting force, and unimaginable bursts of speed—all of it serves one purpose: to seize their writhing prey, subdue it swiftly, and swallow it alive.

Huo Qifeng handed the 2000 yuan withdrawn from the ATM to Shi Lei, who counted it, beamed with delight, slipped the money into his pocket, slung an arm around Huo Qifeng’s shoulders, and pushed open the door.

Lei Lei’s words of gratitude dissolved into a glare. Reluctantly, she saw Yang Linglan and Lei Chengtian to the boundary between the Upper and Lower Immortal Realms; only when she saw them enveloped in a faint green light and vanish before her eyes did she believe they had truly left the Upper Immortal Realm.

How could a person move on a wall? Su Jinman felt a chill crawl up her spine—if not a person, then what could it be?

Same as the others, Suixin went over and pulled Panpan back to the bedside; both stared in wonder at the princess, untouched by any effect.

Of course, there were dissenting voices—but they had been utterly erased by Liu Tian.

It was unmistakably the second time he had seen her. Yet in some ways, it felt familiar.

This time, Su Jinman had no intention of raising her head; she knelt obediently on the blue stone floor of Shoukang Palace, her head bowed low, her pale neck exposed to the sunlight.

“How did you get in?” Her voice and expression turned murderous in an instant.

Suddenly, a shrill voice cried out: “Ling Chong! You, born of a righteous sect, commit such vile, base acts! So you withheld He Lao’s flying sword from me out of greed, didn’t you?!” It was Lv Bo, suddenly enraged, even stomping and screaming.