The improved female villains regained their memories.

Besides destroying the Guardian Sect, Ye Buxin's most important promise was to reunite him and Zhou Zhiruo in the new world.

Resurrection is impossible, but she can think of other ways.

That's fine too.

As Xu Baxian helped Zhou Zhiruo sit down, he was thinking.

That's fine too.

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Something inside me is screaming sharply.

He looked at his father, but his father didn't even glance at his mother.

Do you think he's crazy?

still......

But he felt he wasn't crazy.

He thought this was fine.

The emperor kept saying he loved his mother, and even his closest eunuch, Fang Wu, said so.

Why is he unhappy now?

With the Qian Kingdom's national strength preserved and its people living in harmony and happiness, what more could he ask for?

He, Xu Baxian, protected the empire and his beloved for his father.

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The sound of chewing food filled the hall.

Xu Weibang put down his chopsticks after only a few bites and finally said, "Just give me a quick death."

Xu Baxian paused, then looked up at him.

They are indeed father and son; their features are remarkably similar.

Xu Weibang keeps saying he loves Zhou Zhiruo, but he's the one who ignores her, and now he refuses to even look at his mother.

It is said that emperors are the most ruthless, and now that Xu Baxian has taken the throne, he has experienced it firsthand.

Should he hate his father?

I hate his indifference, I hate his compromise.

He had no idea how desperate he was when his mother died, let alone what he had done behind the scenes.

They are nominally father and son, and also ruler and subject, but the father does not know the son, and the ruler does not know the subject.

Now that things have developed this way, Xu Baxian doesn't even want to talk to him anymore.

He simply picked up his chopsticks and looked at Zhou Zhiruo.

"Mother, eat more."

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Xu Weibang put down his chopsticks and bowl. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the emperor looked much older. He got up and walked unsteadily toward the bed.

He didn't say a word, which reminded Xu Baxian of the past when he questioned his father, who, just like now, remained silent.

He watched his father's retreating figure and a cold laugh escaped his lips.

This is the love of emperors—worthless.

A wife who has shared hardship is ultimately just a fleeting dream.

The memories of his childhood will eventually fade away, and as he grew up, he became a cold and aloof emperor.

A curse?

What will become of the Xu family? Is following the current Heavenly Dao a good thing? Even Xu Baxian is uncertain now.

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After finishing his meal, he helped his mother to sit down beside him.

As if a switch had been flipped, Zhou Zhiruo's mechanical sensation vanished in an instant, as if she had been resurrected from the dead.

She reached out and touched Xu Baxian's hair: "My son, you've lost weight."

Xu Baxian grasped her hand and said yes.

He thought he should be used to it by now, but upon hearing those words, tears still welled up in his eyes.

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"My son."

"Mother, please speak."

Just like when they were children, Xu Zhiruo touched his head and said, "You've lost weight. Have you not been eating properly lately?"

Those eyes, just like before, were full of love.

“Child, don’t be angry with your father. Your father also has his own difficulties.”

Xu Baxian remained silent.

Zhou Zhiruo could only say these words every day; everything else was fine, but this one sentence was particularly jarring.

He said nothing, but knelt beside his mother and held her hand.

The hand that held his countless times is now cold and inhuman.

Xu Weibang didn't come over; he just sat there and watched calmly.

Those deep eyes made it impossible to tell what they were thinking.

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After leaving here, Xu Baxian headed towards his bedroom.

The palace maids were already waiting for him outside. When they saw him come out, they quickly followed him.

"Your Majesty, Xu Anlu and Xu Anyin seem to be acting strangely," a palace maid said.

Xu Baxian, somewhat impatient, waved his hand and said, "If you think there's something wrong with them, why don't you just kill them already?"

The palace maid remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Your Majesty, do not forget the agreement you made with Heaven."

Xu Baxian snorted coldly.

"What do I need?"

"We've already prepared, and we're just waiting for the day to come..."

Beneath the emperor's throne lay mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

In order to revive his mother's lingering resentment, Xu Baxian did not hesitate to sacrifice most of the people of the Qian Kingdom.

In any case, the one thing this new world has in abundance is people.

Although this would turn his mother into a zombie and cause him to lose his memory, Xu Baxian didn't care.

Millions of corpses floated on the water, and blood flowed like rivers.

To disregard the lives of countless people for the sake of a single goal—that is the mark of an emperor.

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Among the many agreements with the Heavenly Dao was one to keep an eye on the female villain.

Although he didn't know why Heaven didn't kill them, Xu Weibang didn't mind doing Heaven a small favor.

Luo Benmo ran away, and Song Panning ran away too. Xu Baxian didn't know the former, but the latter was his former master after all. Let her run away if she wanted to.

But then Heaven issued a death order: Su Murong, Xu Anlu, and Xu Anyin must not escape again.

On Su Murong's side, Xu Baxian personally supervised the operation, directly ordering the royal immortals to capture her and the four spirit beasts, and imprison them in the dungeon.

As for Xu Anlu and Xu Anyin, after observing them repeatedly, he still felt that as long as they did not leave the palace, he would not take action.

No matter what, she's still his elder sister, even though they've split into two now.

He no longer cares about the villains; all he thinks about is himself.

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The court session has begun.

As before, the officials first reported on the auspicious omens that had appeared in various places, but no one reported on anything else.

Xu Baxian listened as before, his mind uneasy. A palace maid accompanied him to court and answered the questions of the ministers on his behalf.

The three immortals worshipped by the royal family, Xu Baxian's confidants Hong Lingyi, Hei Jiaomang, and Bai Lingling were all present. In addition to these three, there were also Xuanxiao Fairy, Yaochi Holy Mother, Fengge Fairy, and others who had betrayed the Heavenly Guardian Sect on the battlefield.

Their strength has undoubtedly been bestowed upon them by the Heavenly Dao, making them true immortals and now the most powerful beings in the Qian Kingdom.

Suddenly, the palace maid coughed softly.

In the imperial court, the reports suddenly stopped, and the atmosphere became as oppressive as the calm before a storm.

Xu Baxian, who was thinking about the sacrificial ceremony, came back to his senses. His eyes showed a hint of dissatisfaction and doubt. His gaze swept over the officials in the court, but he only saw a sea of ​​lowered heads.

The civil officials stood to one side, their usually eloquent remonstrances now seemingly sewn shut by invisible threads.

Their court robes were dull in color, and even the fabric seemed to lose its luster in the oppressive atmosphere. The Grand Secretary at the head of the group, who usually exuded confidence, had completely lost his composure. He lowered his head slightly, staring at the marble floor tiles beneath his feet, his hands hanging neatly at his sides, and the ivory tablet in his hand drooped limply. He no longer had the air of someone who was always ready to offer advice.

In a corner of the court, the minor officials dared not utter a sound, their pens hovering in mid-air, ink about to drip from the tips, yet held in place by their tension.

The spread-out Xuan paper made a soft rustling sound in the silence, the only sound.

In the Qian Kingdom's court, no one dared to breathe loudly because of a palace maid's soft cough.

"Nothing," the palace maid said calmly. "If there's nothing else, you may all leave the court."

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

The ministers bowed their heads and withdrew.

In this scene, it's hard to tell whether the palace maid is the emperor or Xu Baxian is the emperor.

The future of Qian Kingdom may not be so bright.