On the cloud bed of the fairy Shui, Gao Ju looked expressionlessly at the trembling official beneath her feet, feeling sowhat helpless.
She didn’t quite understand how it had all happened to escalate to such a point?
Since entering Jinxiu, she had disguised herself as a wandering Daoist, wanting to see this continent clearly; she never thought of contacting others, including those fellow Daoists of the Anchor Chain, or even Hou Niao, preferring to live her own life.
Because she was very clear that no matter whom she contacted, what would eventually develop were endless troubles, and she was already tired of it.
Actually, with her personal ability, surviving on such a vast continent and finding a place for stable cultivation was not difficult.
After touring the continent, her footprints covered various regions, including the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Kneecap Desert, and the scenic Outer Sea, but she found that the place best suited for her was still inland.
The desert was full of undead creatures with no place for humans; the Hundred Thousand Mountains were dangerously unpredictable, and the Demon Clan was hard to get along with; the sea was a good place, quiet enough with no disturbances, but to truly survive, one would inevitably have to join factions, like pirate groups or the Anchor Chain cultivator group, and she couldn’t remain neutral, or there would be endless harassnt.
So, she set her destination on the continent. After a round of moving around, the human environnt of the Southeast Dongzhen Realm was more to her liking, which was actually also the first choice for many Anchor Chain cultivators. During that ti, there was a constant stream of unfamiliar Golden Core cultivators in the Southeast region, which was chaotic for a while before it gradually died down.
There were many Daoist sects in the Southeast, but she didn’t want to go to the territories of those Great Dao Sects as they were not free enough; therefore, sothing similar to the Dongzhen Daoist traditions like Da Li’s Yinfu Dao naturally entered her vision. Although this talisman was different from that talisman, they were both talismans, offering a natural sense of closeness.
Her original intention was to find a secluded place in Da Li filled with clear mountains and waters for independent cultivation, or to attach herself to a mortal Daoist temple to avoid many worldly troubles.
It sounded great, but life never goes as planned, how could it all be to one’s liking?
Through a series of inexplicable coincidences, she encountered a prince of Da Li, who was captivated by her extraordinary beauty and pursued her relentlessly.
Everyone has their own unique beauty, and Shui, like a typical peace-and-prosperity face, dignified, elegant, poised, with the temperant of long-term cultivation and a faint exotic charm, quickly captivated the prince.
She didn’t want to expose her true cultivation Realm and origins, but in Da Li, it was hard to shake off the prince’s entanglent. After much thought, she suddenly realized that if she wanted to find a sufficiently quiet place, there was nothing more suitable than the Prince Manor.
As for marrying a man, for a cultivator, it is of no consequence, rely a passerby in life, how much can he flutter like a shadow louse?
Upon this understanding, she naturally beca one of the many princesses, and because of her vague identity as a cultivator, she was valued, ascended to the primary position, and after decades, when the old Emperor passed away, she beca the mother of a nation, everything progressed step by step, smoothly and naturally.
This wealth and honor were not what she sought, but since she had reached this point, she wouldn’t refuse it; she didn’t vie for power or compete for profits, and she had no offspring, disdaining the intrigues in the harem, an attitude that allowed her to secure her position as Queen, for everyone knew the Queen was a moderately capable cultivator, so no one dared to play dirty tricks on her.
To be honest, over these twenty-plus years, she had obtained the life she wanted; only in the first few years did shadow lice swim a few, but now the Emperor has new favorites, wields significant power, and even understands cultivation, not even a shadow louse swims anymore.
No matter, a louse with no energy might as well not exist; in Dongzhen Realm, with this Emperor’s constitution, he didn’t even qualify as her outside servant, in size and ti, he was completely inadequate.
If it could continue like this until Jinxiu’s Heaven Creation, from Queen to Empress Dowager, onward to Empress Dowager Tai, becoming an old monster within the deep palace, it was not impossible; but after enjoying more than twenty years of peace, the squalor surrounding the royal power eventually found her.
Originally, the harem was the darkest, most intrigue-filled place under the sky, even soone like her who did not vie for power could not escape unscathed.
The Emperor’s health, after decades of campaigns, finally showed signs of exhaustion; in the eyes of many in the court, this was a golden opportunity, for the princes, concubines, important ministers, foreign relatives, and eunuchs all tangled together, who let her, the mother of a nation, have no heirs?
She not only had no heirs, she hadn’t even adopted one, which to mortals was utterly inconceivable, but to her, as a cultivator, how could she possibly think of nurturing a prince to consolidate her position?
The existence of a cultivator is built solely on one’s own strength, nothing else.
She didn’t care about it before; whoever becos Emperor didn’t matter to her, what did it have to do with her?
But she wanted to stay out of it, yet soone didn’t want to let her mind her own business; this amorous Emperor, even knowing his ailnt, indulged in a final revelry before finally passing away, leaving behind one sentence before dying: The throne discussions might involve the Queen.
It’s not his irresponsibility, truly, after a life of diligent sowing, there were too many offspring, with seemingly no particularly favored son, so in the end, he threw the ss at the Queen, who had enjoyed decades of peace, possibly as a wordless revenge?
Revenge for her constant aloofness, revenge for her disdain for mortals, revenge for her barrenness, revenge for her refusal to grant him even a single elixir of longevity despite his pleas, revenge...
But he couldn’t understand a cultivator’s perception of mortals, not out of contempt, but understanding the essence of life, he was rely a part of a cultivator’s long life journey, even if you were an Emperor, it was the sa.
Actually, any relationship, in the end, is just an acquaintance, a temporary companionship, those you can’t let go of, ti will gradually erase them lightly.
It’s not that the fairy Shui wouldn’t help him, but found it unnecessary, wouldn’t a natural progression be better? Why force it?
His deathbed revenge imdiately thrust Empress Shui onto the cusp, requiring her to take up this hot potato, despite never caring about the princes, not due to affection, for there was none, but out of a sense of responsibility, that causality that a cultivator holds dear.
She obtained what she wanted in Da Li, and there was a price to pay for it; over the past twenty years she paid little, establishing a new generation of the throne was her due.
This is how a cultivator views matters; moreover, she thought it was a very easy task, with her powerful Golden Core abilities, how could she not solve this issue?
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