Zhao Pu, who was standing nearby, also heard the voice and hastily asked the soldiers beside him, "Which of you knows who is there?"
"To report to Your Majesty, that is the palanquin of the Holy Maiden of the Unorthodox Sect. It is said that this Holy Maiden is skilled in sorcery and is the true ruler of the Unorthodox Sect!" The soldier did not dare to hold back any details and quickly gave a thorough account of the Rakshasa Princess's situation.
Zhao Pu was left agape, unable to believe that the Rakshasa Princess's combat strength was so formidable. He had only entered this world a few days ago, and he had already mixed himself up to the position of Holy Maiden of a sect.
However, when he thought about himself, he could only laugh silently. How could he have imagined, upon entering this world, that he would beco the Emperor of this world?
Destiny is fickle, and fate plays with people more than anything else.
"But with this, I guess the war is likely to co to an end," murmured Zhao Pu softly to himself.
After her initial joy, the Rakshasa Princess indeed turned her gaze towards Zhao Pu, who was standing beside Chen Xiang, and suddenly widened her beautiful eyes, saying in shock, "Zhao Pu, this guy actually beca the Emperor."
The Rakshasa Princess felt as if she were in a dream. In such a short ti, Zhao Pu had transford from an ordinary Scholar into the Emperor of Great Qin, which was utterly outrageous.
"Holy Maiden, what is the matter?" A few maids asked with concern from the side. They knew that within the Unorthodox Sect today, the Rakshasa Princess was the real head, while the forr Sect Hierarch and protector had long been nothing but figureheads.
"Ah, it seems like this city can no longer be attacked," the Rakshasa Princess sighed, her words revealing a hint of regret.
She was soone who relished chaos, having been trapped on Rakshasa Island since childhood. This had caused her to fully unleash her nature, desiring to do sothing thrilling.
Overthrowing the capital of a dynasty was the thrill she sought for herself. Now that Zhao Pu had beco the Emperor, and they were all acquaintances, she felt awkward about continuing her assault.
"Ah! Why do you say that, Your Highness?"
The Rakshasa Princess, pointing at Zhao Pu on the city wall, said helplessly, "This new Emperor is my friend."
"Ah!!!"
As soon as the Rakshasa Princess uttered these words, those around her were imdiately shocked. This was more legendary than any tale – a rebel leader's friend had beco Emperor, a truly magical plot twist.
But soon, these people were overjoyed. No one understood the difficulty of besieging the Capital City better than they did. The attacks of the past few days had left them disheartened; the tall walls and well-trained army had made the disparity clear, while dwindling supplies increasingly beca a grave concern.
They originally estimated that if they couldn't take the city within two more days, they would begin to retreat, and that would signify their defeat. Everyone knew that the fervor sustaining these starving people was all they had, and retreating ant handing over their lives to the greedy officials and bandits.
However, now it seed they had a new option. The Holy Maiden and the Emperor were friends, which ant there was a possibility of reconciliation. It was said that this new Emperor needed new supporters, and these people should receive kind treatnt.
"Holy Maiden, why not talk to the Emperor," soone suggested, plucking up courage.
"Alas! It seems we can only do this, it's a bit of a pity, such a good opportunity," the Rakshasa Princess sighed.
The few people by her side nearly jumped out of their skins in fright, unable to understand what there was to pity about; at this rate, they were all going to die here.
"Really boring, you turned out to be the new Emperor, send soone to talk, I can't be bothered anymore," the voice of the Rakshasa Princess reached Zhao Pu's ears, granting him a new insight into the capricious nature of the Princess.
And so, a battle of the ages ca to a bizarre close, astonishing all onlookers and infuriating many officials. They had been targeted by Zhao Pu and had harbored hopes that the starving populace would breach the city, slay the Emperor, and grant them their freedom—perhaps even a shot at the ultimate throne.
But all such fantasies dissipated then and there. With the surrender of the Wusheng Sect, Zhao Pu's prestige grew unprecedentedly mighty, and many talented individuals erged from the starving masses, becoming the new Nobility under Zhao Pu's support. They instantly beca a force on the court that could not be ignored, staunchly backing Zhao Pu.
In this turn of events, everyone knew that Zhao Pu had firmly seized control of the world, and no one could threaten his position as Emperor.
The Imperial Garden of the Great Qin Imperial Palace was undoubtedly a miracle of nature and craftsmanship, with countless artificial hills, pavilions, and lakes arranged with stunning precision, following particular patterns that were pleasing at a glance.
Nurous exotic flowers and rare herbs grew there, many of which were priceless commodities outside; this was the wealth accumulated by generations of Emperors of Great Qin.
At the center of the Imperial Garden lay a massive man-made lake, its water azure blue, akin to a flawless gemstone embedded in the earth, dazzlingly radiant.
In the very center of the lake stood a small pavilion, which, like the finishing touch to a dragon painting, instantly infused the entire lake with vitality, obviously the work of a Feng Shui master.
And at this mont, Chen Xiang, Zhao Pu, and the Rakshasa Princess were sitting in the pavilion, with a table of exquisite dishes before them.
Zhao Pu raised his glass and stood up, "If not for the help of you two, I, Zhao Pu, a re commoner, would never have had the chance to rule the world. I know that both of you, being immortals, have no regard for worldly possessions, so let toast with this wine to express my gratitude!"
Having said this, Zhao Pu drained the wine from his cup and exhaled a breath of stale air contentedly, feeling sowhat the soaring spirit of the Great Wind stirring and the clouds flying high.
"Haha, it's also because you were destined for such wealth and honor. I've heard Mr. Lu say before, 'When the ti is right, the whole world will conspire to help; when fortune fades, the hero is no longer free.' You've just caught the perfect ti; be mindful of the ebb of fortune in the future!"
"What the master said is truly ingenious. It's just a pity that I, with too little fortune, have no chance to et him in person and listen to his teachings," Zhao Pu expressed with a sigh.
"By the way, Chen Xiang, did you get the item Mr. Lu asked you to retrieve?" the Rakshasa Princess suddenly asked.
"Not yet; that item is still hidden in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor," Chen Xiang replied with a shake of his head.
"I've heard the Qi Cultivators say that this Xu Fu is no simple character. He enjoyed the deep trust of the ancestors and later was even entrusted with the task of obtaining the dicine of Immortality. Sadly, his heart was not righteous, and in the end, he betrayed the ancestors. Now I have no idea what ans he used to infiltrate the Mausoleum. I worry that if he gets his hands on the ancestors' legacy, Chen Xiang, you might not be able to obtain what you seek," Zhao Pu said with a hint of anxiousness.
Xu Fu was a man of deep thoughts, far-reaching sches, and ruthlessness; even hearing of his past deeds gave Zhao Pu a chilling sense—a profound wariness of him lay at the bottom of his heart.
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