You, a tyrannical ruler, roam the heavens; you cannot understand my joy.

Nantong, the prefectural governor's office.

"Miss Fan, you..."

After receiving news of the Song Clan's military expedition from Lingnan, Lu Zuo released Song Que from prison.

As soon as Song Que was released from prison, he heard the news that Fan Qinghui had moved into the prefectural governor's mansion and become the emperor's woman.

That moment!

He felt as if the sky had fallen!

An unnamed anger exploded in his chest, causing him to faint on the spot, and he didn't wake up until yesterday.

After waking up, Song Que was preparing to bid farewell to the emperor when he saw Fan Qinghui in the backyard.

But this time, he realized that the goddess in his heart was different...

She is no longer the aloof and ethereal fairy I remember.

At this moment, her clear, beautiful eyes were filled with lingering weariness, and her face was slightly pale and tired.

Lips bright red But she exuded a fragile, delicate air, like a crabapple blossom broken by wind and rain...

"Why do you look so tired?"

Song Que's voice trembled slightly as he asked with a hint of heartache, "Is he not good to you?"

Why is this person so annoying?

The moment Fan Qinghui saw him, she felt a deep-seated disgust and aversion.

However, because of Song Que's status, she was not too cold, and simply said, "Young Master Song, let's keep our distance from now on."

"I'm afraid His Majesty will misunderstand..."

After saying that, she flicked her sleeves and gracefully left, heading straight for her bedroom in the backyard.

Song Que stood there dumbfounded, only asking a soldier after Fan Qinghui's figure had disappeared from sight, "Where is His Majesty?"

"The bedroom in the backyard."

The soldier replied briefly and then hurriedly left.

Although the battle situation in Nantong has been settled, there are still many things to do, and everyone is very busy...

.......

in the bedroom.

Although Lu Zuo had many things to deal with, he did not neglect his cultivation.

Having just finished dealing with a few important matters, he summoned Fan Qinghui and began his grand cultivation plan.

"well……"

Fan Qinghui sighed inwardly, rubbing her aching waist, obediently put her hair up, and gracefully knelt at Lu Zuo's feet.

"Your Majesty, Shen An is dead."

She had just knelt down when Chen Wu's voice came from outside the door.

Finally, he died...

The day after Shen Xun's defeat, Lu Zuo sent Shen An to inspect various counties to stabilize the local area, and secretly informed Chu Yunlong and others.

The day his mission ends will be the day Chu Yunlong and his group make their move!

"understood."

"Your Majesty," Chen Wu continued, "the ladies were devastated upon learning of Shen An's death. Would you like to go and comfort them?"

"I'll go again tonight. You may leave now."

"Yes."

……

A moment later, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, a slightly rough male voice came from behind.

"Your Majesty, Song Que requests an audience."

"If you have something to say, just say it at the door," Lu Zuo said calmly, pressing one hand on the back of Fan Qinghui's head.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Song Que's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, I have come today to bid you farewell."

"Before I depart, I have a request for Your Majesty."

Lu exerted slight force with his left hand, quickening the pace, and said, "Speak."

Song Que hesitated for a moment before saying, "Your Majesty, Miss Fan of Qingheng Dreamland is exceptionally beautiful, of noble character, and has a heart for the world. She is truly a rare and extraordinary woman in this era."

"I only hope that Your Majesty will take pity on Miss Fan's sincere service and show her more consideration and care, so that she will not suffer the slightest grievance."

Holy crap...

How can someone be such a sycophant?

"I understand."

"Don't worry, I will definitely treat Miss Fan well."

As he spoke, Lu Zuo's arm movements quickened, and Song Que's excited voice came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty, I kowtow and thank you for your divine grace."

After Song Que left, another soldier came and reported some good news.

After learning that the war in Nantong had been decided, Yang Su of the Sui Dynasty immediately ordered his troops to withdraw, and the border crisis was resolved.

But this is nothing!

The Southern Chen dynasty was rotten to the core long ago!

Everyone knows that once the Sui Dynasty pacifies the north, it will concentrate its forces, march south, and unify the land!

"I wonder how much time the Sui Dynasty will give me to develop..."

Lu increased the frequency of his arm movements on the left side while muttering to himself.

.......

As night fell, Shen An's residence in Nantong was draped in white mourning clothes.

Inside the mourning hall, the candlelight flickered silently, casting a somber glow on the white mourning cloth covering the room.

In the center sat a black lacquered coffin, with an ever-burning lamp burning quietly in front of it, and three sticks of incense emitting wisps of smoke from the incense burner.

Liu Hongyan knelt near the coffin, took a stack of yellow paper from the lacquer tray beside her with her delicate hands, and gently placed it into the brazier in front of her.

Her plain white mourning clothes accentuated her slender and graceful figure.

Her face was even fairer than usual, and her lips were tinged with a rosy red from being bitten by her pearly teeth. Her sorrowful expression held a captivating charm.

It can be described as hazy and dreamlike, yet poignant and beautiful to the bone.

"His Majesty has arrived."

Suddenly, a rough voice came from behind.

Liu Hongyan turned around abruptly and saw Lu Zuo walking heavily into the mourning hall.

"This humble servant greets Your Majesty..."

"No need for formalities," Lu Zuo waved his hand and asked, "Where are the other two ladies?"

Liu Hongyan sighed softly, "They fainted on the spot upon hearing the bad news and haven't woken up yet."

"Your Majesty, why have you come in person?"

Lu Zuo raised his hand and waved it, unleashing a fierce gust of wind. With a loud bang, the doors of the mourning hall slammed shut!

Liu Hongyan's expression changed, as if she understood the tyrannical emperor's intentions.

"Your Majesty, this..."

Lu Zuo waved his hand: "Don't worry, Madam. I promised Shen An that I would take good care of his family."

"I've come tonight to comfort you..."

……

More than an hour later...

Lu Zuo left the mourning hall, stepped out of the gate of Shen An's mansion, and prepared to go to the residence of Chu Yunlong and the others.

After taking only a few steps, a sensation completely different from that of the bluestone slabs came from the soles of my boots.

Lu Zuo suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if sensing something, and quickly looked down.

Two jade pendants, one black and one white, lay quietly on the street. Their texture was smooth and their outlines were ancient and simple, so they looked like a pair.

[The Mother-Child Teleportation Pendant can instantly teleport three thousand miles, originating from the cultivation world.]

[Note 1: Simply infuse energy into the child pendant to instantly teleport it to the location of the mother pendant, and the mother pendant can also instantly teleport to the location of the child pendant.]

[Note 2: Black represents the child's pendant, white represents the mother's pendant.]

"This is good stuff!"

For him, Nantong was more than just preventing a crisis that would destroy a nation.

He intended to use this place as a base to break free from the influence of the six great families, cultivate armed forces, and rebuild his foundation!

It can be said that this was a crucial step in avoiding becoming a ruler who would bring about the downfall of his kingdom!

But this step is not yet complete.

According to his plan, the next step would be to appoint a talented administrator as the prefect of Nantong, and then gradually develop production and power.

However, this plan has a clear drawback.

He was unable to participate in Nantong affairs and was unable to wield significant power.

But human nature is unpredictable; who knows if the new prefect will become another Shen Xun?

Now that we have this teleportation jade pendant, why bother bestowing titles upon others?

I can be the prefect myself!

Thinking of this, Lu Zuo quickly bent down to pick up the mother-child teleportation pendant, threw it into his personal space, and then strode away.

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