In his bedchamber, Xiao Mo opened his eyes.
Every ti Xiao Mo’s consciousness returned from the Hundred Generations Book, his Divine Sense would be disoriented for a mont, and his head would even throb with a splitting pain.
But Xiao Mo had learned his lesson recently.
He no longer used a ti dilation of eight hundred tis like before, instead choosing a flow of ti that suited him.
He would then gradually increase the ti dilation as his Realm improved and his body adapted.
Inside the Hundred Generations Book, Xiao Mo felt that his third life was nearing its final stage.
In four or five years at most, he would be able to help Ruxue resolve her Evil Qi, then trick her into Crossing the Tribulation to beco a dragon, using his Saint’s Heart to clear the way for her.
Aside from entering the Hundred Generations Book, Xiao Mo also spent a considerable amount of ti on his daily cultivation.
Because the Dragon Thunder Liquid had improved his constitution, Xiao Mo’s cultivation speed was indeed faster than before.
Three months had now passed, and Xiao Mo had reached the Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer.
’Once I reach the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer, I’ll need to start thinking about the Foundation Establishnt Pill.’
’And I’ll have to figure out how to secretly undergo my Tribulation without Yan Shanao finding out.’
Another headache for Xiao Mo was that in a little over a month, he was to marry Yan Ruxue.
As the Empress, Yan Ruxue would certainly have to attend to him daily, and he would even have to put in the effort to produce an heir at night.
Once she was following him around all day, the ti he had for cultivation and entering the Hundred Generations Book would surely be cut down significantly.
’So I also have to figure out how to get Yan Ruxue to stay out of my hair.’
"Your Majesty..."
Wei Xun’s voice ca from outside the bedchamber.
"Enter." Xiao Mo got out of bed, sat at the table, and poured himself a cup of tea.
Wei Xun entered the bedchamber and bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty, this old servant pays his respects."
"Just tell what it is." Xiao Mo set down his teacup.
Normally, Wei Xun wouldn’t disturb him unless it was important.
"Your Majesty, the National Preceptor’s Mansion for our Zhou Kingdom has been completed. The Fairy nad Jiang Rou is about to enter the Imperial Palace. Should Your Majesty go to welco Fairy Jiang?"
As he said this, Wei Xun glanced worriedly at his liege.
Normally, even if a Dynasty beca a vassal of a Sect, the National Master would still visit the Sovereign in the Imperial Study to give the Dynasty so face.
But for His Majesty to go and welco her personally...
...that was indeed rather inappropriate.
"This is the Pri Minister’s idea again, I presu?" Xiao Mo’s tone was calm. "To curry favor with the Wanjian Sect, the Pri Minister really spares no effort. He won’t let any opportunity slip by."
Xiao Mo poured himself another cup of tea.
The Wanjian Sect’s decision to establish the National Preceptor’s Mansion in the inner palace was already a breach of protocol, even if the National Master was a woman.
But Yan Shanao had agreed to it directly, without even making the symbolic gesture of asking him, the Emperor.
This showed that the neighboring Yan Kingdom was indeed putting a great deal of pressure on Yan Shanao.
Hearing His Majesty’s words, Wei Xun didn’t dare say anything, rely lowering his head in silent agreent.
"Fine. I’ll go welco her." Xiao Mo stood up. ’I’ll endure it for now. When the ti cos, I’ll viciously crush that old bastard Yan Shanao’s head.’
’When I invite him to a banquet, he’d better wear a few extra helts.’
"Yes, Your Majesty..." Wei Xun quickly replied. "This old servant will go and prepare the Dragon Chariot for Your Majesty."
"That won’t be necessary." Xiao Mo shook his head. "I wish to take a stroll. I’ll walk there."
"Yes..."
Wei Xun quickly summoned a few Palace Maids waiting outside the door to help the Emperor change his clothes, then escorted him toward the National Preceptor’s Mansion.
Along the way, Xiao Mo asked Wei Xun if there had been any movents from the surrounding dynasties, and whether the Yan Kingdom had finally quieted down after the Zhou Kingdom beca a vassal of the Wanjian Sect.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Yan Kingdom has indeed quieted down considerably, but it seems that isn’t entirely due to the Wanjian Sect," Wei Xun replied, a hint of schadenfreude in his expression.
"Oh? Elaborate." Xiao Mo was now interested.
"Has Your Majesty ever heard of the Qin Kingdom?"
"Are you trying to keep in suspense? Spit it out."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Wei Xun organized his thoughts, considering how best to explain it to His Majesty.
"Initially, the Qin Kingdom was just a small nation in the World of Ten Thousand Laws. Its territory was only half the size of our Zhou Kingdom, and its Imperial Court was even controlled by a powerful minister. However, after the ten-year-old Sovereign of Qin ascended the throne, the thods he employed were exceptionally ruthless and cunning.
He was nothing like a ten-year-old child.
Within two years, he had purged the entire Imperial Court, seized military power, disciplined the officials, and personally trained his grand army.
Five years ago, the Qin Kingdom began to annex the other small neighboring nations.
The black-armored cavalry of Qin was victorious in battle after battle. The Sovereign of Qin used various ans to consolidate the annexed lands while simultaneously expanding his territory, fueling war with war.
Just two months ago, the Qin Kingdom annexed the Wei Kingdom, and its borders now touch the Yan Kingdom’s.
The Qin Kingdom’s territory is now only a fraction smaller than the Yan Kingdom’s.
"Given Qin’s wolfish ambition, they have inevitably set their sights on Yan. The Yan Kingdom no longer has the luxury of eyeing our Great Zhou covetously; they must now deal with Qin."
"Who would have thought... that the once-small Qin Kingdom could transform so much in just ten years. This Sovereign of Qin is truly remarkable."
Xiao Mo felt a surge of emotion.
And he had done it all starting as a ten-year-old child...
’Compared to him, why do I feel like such a failure?’
"He is indeed most remarkable."
Wei Xun nodded.
"This old servant has heard that in every major battle, the Sovereign of Qin always leads the charge. However, because his appearance is so delicate and beautiful—rumored to be more beautiful than any woman—he feels his appearance lacks an intimidating presence.
"Therefore, whenever the Sovereign of Qin charges into battle, he always wears a ferocious demon mask to conceal his exceedingly beautiful face.
"In a recent battle, the Sovereign of Qin took an enemy general’s head from within an army of ten thousand. After that, a song, the ’Qin King’s Battle Song,’ began to spread, and the morale of the Qin army has reached its absolute peak."
As he spoke, Wei Xun realized his words might be inappropriate and quickly corrected himself. "Of course! No matter how great the King of Qin is, he is nothing compared to Your Majesty."
"..."
Xiao Mo’s eyebrow twitched.
If he didn’t know this old fellow was completely loyal to him,
Xiao Mo would have thought he was being passive-aggressive.
After the ti it takes for an incense stick to burn, Xiao Mo arrived before a palace.
This was originally the residence of a Consort, but now it bore the plaque of the National Preceptor’s Mansion.
Xiao Mo stood at the entrance, looking at the three words inscribed on the plaque: "National Preceptor’s Mansion."
Just as Xiao Mo was about to step inside the National Preceptor’s Mansion to have a look,
a gentle breeze swept past, brushing against the hem of his robes.
Sensing sothing, Xiao Mo turned around.
Not far away, a woman wearing a veil stood gracefully, her gaze eting his.
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