Empress Dowager Xiao is gravely ill?
Jiang Shouzhong paused, his brows slightly furrowed.
To Yelü Miaomiao, Empress Dowager Xiao was like a mother to her.
Her sudden grave illness naturally left the young woman deeply worried.
However, as Yanrong’s highest authority figure, her illness was no trivial matter—it could shake the balance of the world’s political landscape.
After all, the ones who most wished for Empress Dowager Xiao’s death were the emperors of Dazhou and Nanjin Country.
Jiang Shouzhong asked, "Do you want to go back and visit her?"
Yelü Miaomiao snorted coldly, "I won’t fall for it. Back when I was having too much fun to return to the Royal Court, she deliberately spread news about being gravely ill. But when I rushed back, she was perfectly fine.
This ti, after I snuck out, it must be the sa trick. She loves using these childish thods to fool ."
Watching the girl’s puffed-up, indignant expression, Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but laugh.
Still, judging from her emotions, she was certainly worried deep down.
What if this ti the news was true?
The story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" was a cautionary tale, but if the wolf really ca, regret would consu everyone.
"How about—"
"Shut up."
Yelü Miaomiao clasped a hand over the man’s lips, saying fiercely, "Don’t use this excuse to try and send away! I’m staying by your side to keep an eye on you—so no sly vixens can co pouncing on you."
Jiang Shouzhong pulled the girl’s slender waist closer and said with a smile, "I wouldn’t want my Miaomiao to leave either."
The corners of her mouth lifted, and she huffed, "That’s more like it."
Jiang Shouzhong suddenly grew curious and asked, "By the way, what exactly does this Great Witch God, Su Gu, do?"
Yelü Miaomiao pouted, "It’s just a scam—rituals, divinations, giving people sothing to believe in. Hey, Husband, do you know the Snow Domain Divine Soldiers?"
The girl’s sparkling eyes fixed on the man.
Snow Domain Divine Soldiers?
Jiang Shouzhong looked puzzled and shook his head, "Never heard of them."
Yelü Miaomiao began counting on her fingers, "There are two legendary, mysterious armies in this world—one is the Snow Domain Divine Soldiers, and the other is the Asura Undead Army.
Compared to other elite military forces, these two are leagues above, with unparalleled combat strength.
Mother asked to take up the position of Great Witch God precisely to use that status to negotiate with the Snow Domain Divine Soldiers and aid Yanrong in its campaigns.
Unfortunately, the negotiations have not been smooth. I visited them personally, but the Gatekeeper refused to let in, leaving only a cryptic line: ’When the heavens shift and the sun rises anew, the divine soldiers will march.’
At this point, Yelü Miaomiao smiled brightly at Jiang Shouzhong.
"Husband, wouldn’t you like to be Emperor? With the Empress Dowager in Yanrong, you can’t even get involved. In Dazhou, you’re a fugitive—the Dog Emperor wants you dead. Why not raise your own banner and establish yourself as king?
I’ll find a way to bring the Snow Domain Divine Soldiers to your side. As the Sect Master of Sky Demon Sect, the little demoness can ascend as Demon Clan Alliance Leader and lead the Demon Clan army to join you.
With resources like this, who would dare challenge you?
When I ascend as Empress of Yanrong, we can form an alliance—it’s practically family. Taking down a nation like Dazhou will be effortless.
Though it’s possible that by the ti I beco Empress, Dazhou might already be sorted out by Mother. In any case, if Husband truly wishes to be Emperor, I will absolutely support you and lend you my greatest strength."
Listening to these audacious declarations, Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but click his tongue.
Emperor?
He’d never considered it.
But now that she ntioned it, his current resources seed capable of achieving it.
He was ard with too many advantageous assets.
Even Yeying had once joked about rebellion and making him Emperor.
But just thinking about war, founding a nation, governing a kingdom, managing court politics, preventing royal infighting—it all seed overwhelmingly complicated. Jiang Shouzhong’s head began to spin.
Being a useless monarch—that he could handle. He could just spend his days in the palace gardens.
Being a competent Emperor, however, was out of the question.
Besides, he genuinely cared about the common people and didn’t want to see war devastate the land.
After all, the ones who suffered first in tis of chaos were always the civilians.
Otherwise, back in Qingzhou, he wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to save them.
Feeling the glow of determination and ambition in the girl’s eyes, Jiang Shouzhong realized she wasn’t joking and replied ambiguously, "Let’s talk after I’ve beco the greatest under heaven."
Yelü Miaomiao extended her tender jade-like finger, lightly tapping Jiang’s nose with a smile, "Husband, could it be you’re planning to ascend?"
Jiang Shouzhong shook his head, "If it’s just ascending, wouldn’t that be lonely? If I could take all of you with , I wouldn’t seek immortality—just living three to five hundred years would be enough."
Hearing this, Yelü Miaomiao’s expression suddenly turned lancholic.
"Yes, if we could live for three to five hundred years, how wonderful that would be. There are so many won around Husband—giving a piece here, a piece there. A re hundred years is just not enough."
Jiang Shouzhong remained silent.
On such sensitive matters, silence was the best option.
Luckily, Yelü Miaomiao bounced back quickly.
Seeing Comrade Jiang’s renewed energy, the young woman’s eyes sparkled as she teased, "While the other sisters aren’t around yet, I’ll take full advantage."
The prairie jewel once more galloped freely.
...
Inside the carriage ahead, the atmosphere was decidedly awkward.
Qu Hongling and Dugu Luoxue, both top-tier experts, sat in separate carriages a little apart, yet the unmistakably suggestive lodies reached their ears, lingering relentlessly.
"That cheeky little minx—can’t she take better care of Jiang’s body?"
Qu Hongling cursed inwardly.
She stole a glance at Dugu Luoxue, who steadily focused on sewing garnts with an unperturbed expression, seemingly immune to the sounds and wrapped in a state of abstinent inner peace.
Qu Hongling couldn’t help but sigh.
No wonder Miaomiao once said that of all the won around Jiang, the one she never had to worry about was Dugu Luoxue. She wasn’t joking—Dugu would likely remain untouched even if she laid unclothed in his bed.
Qu Hongling drew several deep breaths in an attempt to ground herself in abstinence too.
But the inevitable sounds refused to let her calm down.
Instead, a warmth began rising within her, tinting her skin a peachy hue.
Scenes of her monts with Jiang flooded her mind, causing her breaths to quicken and her fists to clench. Even her posture shifted unconsciously...
The urge within her surged violently.
She wanted to rush at that carriage.
Yet sha and pride struggled to suppress her impulsive instincts.
Perhaps due to remnants of past injuries, her internal flow disrupted, leading to niggling pain throughout her body.
"Human energy is akin to a candle fla; restless, it extinguishes easily. Calm, it burns steadily."
Dugu Luoxue opened her lips lightly, speaking with slow deliberation.
As she spoke, the woman flicked her fingers, sending a snowflake into Qu Hongling’s brow.
Qu Hongling cleared instantly.
The suffocating aura of desire drained away like receding tides.
Looking at the composed and serene Dugu Luoxue’s gentle beauty, Qu Hongling, drenched in cold sweat, exhaled with gratitude, "Thank you, Senior Dugu."
"The sea of desire is insatiable, and love’s threads are easily entangled. If you indulge too much in mortal passions, your mind may falter, losing sight of your true self. Restrain your longing; don’t succumb to decadence."
Dugu Luoxue patiently admonished.
Qu Hongling’s face flushed with embarrassnt as guilt overwheld her.
She coughed awkwardly, discomfort evident, before saying, "Senior Dugu, I... I’ll go get so fresh air."
The girl lifted the carriage curtain and slipped out, skulking away.
However, after Qu Hongling left, the previously cool and pure Dugu Luoxue’s figure suddenly slumped weakly, leaning against a corner.
Her reddened lips parted slightly, her breaths uneven, and her gaze beca hazy.
Her body lightly trembled...
Slender fingers clutched her garnts tightly.
The previously sacred and dignified visage now bore a flushed, unnatural hue, while scattered strands of hair stuck to her sweat-dampened temples, exuding an indescribable allure.
After a long pause, she eventually sat upright again.
Dugu Luoxue straightened her hair, softly chanting a Calming Incantation before regaining her serene and spotless composure.
The woman’s gaze shifted downward.
The hem of her pale dress was already slightly damp.
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