Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

Qi Xuan's way of dealing with the problem was simple and direct. He transformed into a streak of ice-blue light and flew straight to the main hall of the palace.

Luo Zhaohua was discussing the aftermath of the beast tide with several ministers in the council hall when a gust of wind suddenly blew the door open, and Qi Xuan strode in, his long, frost-white hair flying behind him, his icy blue vertical pupils fixed on the empress on the throne.

"Luo Zhaohua, this God of War has something to say to you."

The ministers exchanged glances. Luo Zhaohua put down the memorial in his hand and waved for them to leave. The doors of the council chamber closed again.

"Qi Xuan, you've recovered?" Although she had already received the news from An Ning, Luo Zhaohua couldn't help but sigh when she saw the old war god standing in front of her in such good spirits.

Three years ago, when he was sent to a sanatorium, everyone thought he wouldn't make it. Now, he has not only recovered, but his aura is even stronger than before.

"Loselin unilaterally entered into the marriage and then unilaterally broke off the engagement. The royal family has wronged you," Luo Zhaohua apologized first.

The royal family was indeed in the wrong in this matter. Back then, the fourth prince was so desperate to marry him that she had to bite the bullet and pressure the dragon clan, resulting in Qi Xuan being forced into a marriage contract for no reason. Three years ago, the fourth prince again made a fuss about annulling the marriage, and she single-handedly disgraced the royal family.

"I didn't come here to hear your apology." He never took the marriage contract seriously, never agreed to it from beginning to end, and was forced to sign the contract.

"Then you say it," Luo Zhaohua said with a hint of helplessness.

"Loserin is narrow-minded, and her methods don't match her ambition. I think you should take advantage of your youth and have another heir," Qi Xuan advised earnestly, his expression so sincere that it seemed he was genuinely concerned for the future of the empire.

"..." Luo Zhaohua was speechless. She was already several hundred years old, and only Qi Xuan would say something like that, telling her to hurry up and have another heir at her age.

The key point is that she didn't say she would definitely pass the throne to Rosalind. Although her other daughters were all unreliable in their own ways, they weren't completely out of the running for the throne.

Luo Ling has recently made good progress in learning how to grow catnip in Zero Prison. Her recent report even included the word "profit," which was unprecedented. An Ning specially sent a message to praise her for being sensible. Before she could even be happy, Qi Xuan cornered her in the council hall and urged her to have a baby.

"Does the God of War have anything else to say?" Luo Zhaohua picked up her teacup, thinking that this dragon had come all this way today, surely not just to urge her to have a baby.

"Yes. This time, I'm letting that idiot off the hook for your sake. I'm not going to marry into the royal family and become a bargaining chip in their fight for the throne. If Locelin dares to cause trouble for Yetang, I'll chop her up immediately." Qi Xuan's voice was calm and cold.

"Yes, Lord War God." Luo Zhaohua put down her teacup and sat up straight. She knew Qi Xuan wasn't joking; he was truly capable of such a thing.

"Also, Ye Tang is the wife of this God of War. Have the research institute give her a raise."

"...Okay, sure." Luo Zhaohua almost choked on his own saliva. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then silently closed it again.

So, after all that beating around the bush, here's the key point. A raise is easy enough; during this beast tide, Ye Tang donated a huge amount of catnip free of charge, saving the Empire a considerable amount of military expenditure and saving the lives of countless soldiers on the front lines. Giving her a raise is only fair. She decided to message An Ning as soon as she got back and ask her to double Ye Tang's salary again.

"I'll emphasize this again, keep a close eye on your fourth son. If he dares to lay a finger on me again, you'll definitely lose one of your heirs." Qi Xuan leaned forward, his icy blue vertical pupils revealing no trace of a joke.

"Understood. I will keep an eye on her." Luo Zhaohua nodded solemnly. Qi Xuan was nearly a hundred years older than her; he was already guarding the South China Sea when she first became the Imperial Princess.

She must have been out of her mind to dare propose marriage to the Flood Dragon Clan, leading the entire empire to believe that the fourth prince was the most likely heir to the throne. Now it seems it's time to give the fourth prince and her spoiled third prince consort a warning.

"Alright, I'm leaving." Qi Xuan, satisfied with the reply, stood up, dusted off non-existent dust from his robe, and turned to walk towards the door.

As he reached the threshold, he suddenly paused, turned back to look at Luo Zhaohua, and a genuinely sincere look of confusion flashed in his icy blue vertical pupils: "Luo Zhaohua, you're such a wise person, how come you gave birth to a bunch of idiots? Is the feng shui of your royal family a bit bad?"

"..." Luo Zhaohua's fingers tightened slightly as she held the teacup. She wanted to refute, but then she remembered the glorious achievements of her five daughters: one was indecisive, one was reckless and brainless, one was love-struck and always revolved around her beastly husband, one was stingy yet spoiled, and one was always losing money.

Looking at her dozen or so sons, not one of them was presentable. Luo Zhaohua remained silent for a long time, realizing that she couldn't find a single example to refute Qi Xuan.

"Hey, are your royal consorts cheating on you with other females and making you a cuckold?" Qi Xuan simply turned around, crossed his arms, and leaned against the door frame.

"Qi Xuan!" A vein throbbed on Luo Zhaohua's forehead. Her imperial consorts were all direct descendants of powerful and influential families, of impeccable character and utterly loyal to her. If Qi Xuan's words were to get out, it would likely cause a family revolution.

"Really, think about it carefully. Five daughters and more than a dozen sons, none of them are like you in character, that doesn't make sense. You were the most outstanding heir back then, I don't remember you like this."

Qi Xuan's words came from the bottom of his heart; Luo Zhaohua was indeed one of the best among the heirs back then.

"Or perhaps, after your consorts gave birth, their families switched the babies with yours? Although I, the God of War, have never witnessed such a thing firsthand, I have heard similar folk tales from fishermen in the South China Sea."

Qi Xuan completely ignored the Empress's angry expression and continued his analysis, his tone so sincere that it seemed he was genuinely concerned for Luo Zhaohua. Luo Zhaohua had been diligent and benevolent in her reign for many years, fair in her dealings, and clear-headed; how could her daughters be so unreliable? Except for the fifth daughter, who was still somewhat salvageable, the others simply didn't seem right.

"That's enough." Luo Zhaohua felt her dignity as an empress being repeatedly rubbed into the ground. Yet he had such a serious expression on his face. She was choosing a successor, not a model soldier.

Moreover, Luo Ling has become much more reliable than before under Ye Tang's influence. Just as she was about to speak, Qi Xuan said to himself, "Take your time thinking about it. I'm leaving." After saying that, he turned into a streak of light and flew away.