The next day.
The golden morning light sprinkled over the mansion.
His mother hugged Zhou Fan and danced elegantly in the courtyard, breathing in the aura of the imperial court happily.
A lark flapped its wings and landed on the stone platform. It blinked its curious eyes and imitated its mother's dance.
Zhou Fan, who was in his arms, saw the vitality of her mother's age.
And on this day.
All the officials of the dynasty requested to welcome Lady Shu.
Several imperial concubines in the palace had ugly expressions.
However…
The emperor rejected.
In the same year.
The Great Scholar wrote a letter stating that Consort Shu had sent a prince, so he should be welcomed into the palace and receive the Confucian ceremony.
However, the emperor refused again.
The officials immediately understood His Majesty's intentions. Even though they knew that Consort Shu had the protection of a Dao Yan divine technique mighty figure, no one dared to disobey His Majesty's wishes.
Hence, he decided to do it.
Gradually, no one mentioned Consort Shu anymore.
The spring rain was crisp.
Xia Yu was like a needle.
The autumn rain was like frost.
The winter rain was like a knife.
In the blink of an eye, several years of winter and summer had passed.
Under the rain of ice and snow, the courtyard of the mansion became even older.
The two soldiers at the door looked less old.
Countless people in the empire had long forgotten about Consort Shu who had entered the Imperial Capital that year.
"Little girl, let me carry you…"
His mother played the wooden drum and hummed a clear tune, but her face no longer had the cheerful smile of the past.
On the stone platform.
The lark seemed to have been infected. It looked listless and didn't have a trace of spirituality.
Zhou Fan, who had grown up to three years old, listened to his mother's lullaby and sighed in his heart.
I waited bitterly for three years in cold and heat.
Why?
Suddenly.
He raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the layers of walls and courtyards, landing on the carriage that had quietly left the Imperial City.
A refined man sat inside.
The carriage traveled extremely fast.
After the time it took to brew a cup of tea, he stopped in the courtyard of the mansion.
Moments later.
A figure walked over from the courtyard.
"I'm sorry."
A choked voice sounded.
Her mother's body stiffened, and tears fell.
"It's good that you're here." After a long time, his mother said, and she burst into tears of joy as she threw herself into the elegant man's arms.
Dynasty's internal strife was intense.
The imperial concubines in the palace had already sent down their princes. In order to fight for the throne, they fought like rivers of blood.
The country was troubled at home and invaded abroad.
The scholarly man could only bear the pain and ignore everything.
He knew that this was the only way to protect Consort Shu.
It was a pity.
He didn't know.
If Zhou Fan had not intervened that year, the scholarly man would never have seen Consort Shu again.
The lark chirped happily.
The elegant man stroked the lark with a smile on his face. He looked at Zhou Fan and smiled even wider." Little boy, let Daddy carry you..."
The tune he hummed was the same as his mother's.
Zhou Fan stood still, but his clear eyes could tell that the elegant man in front of him was already at the end of his rope.
He immediately understood.
At the last moment of his life, the emperor of the dynasty came.
His mother took out the dusty xylophone and placed it on the stone platform.
The scholarly man supported his body and played the zither with his fingers.
The sound of the zither was as heavy as a mountain.
Zhou Fan's expression was slightly startled.
A notification sounded in his mind.
"Ding! You have listened to the zither music and comprehended the zither's essence. Comprehension 50.”
"Ding! You have listened to the zither music and immersed yourself in it. Comprehension 50.”
“……”
The sound of the zither was faint.
It echoed in the courtyard.
His mother danced again.
The lark also flapped its wings happily.
Zhou Fan's eyes were strangely calm as he looked at the scholarly man.
The emperor of the dynasty.
At this moment, he was looking at his mother who was dancing. There was a faint smile on his face, but blood was slowly flowing out of the corner of his mouth.
The blood was black.
The poison in his body had already penetrated deep into his internal organs.
He had been able to hold on until now because of his obsession.
Now.
His obsession had disappeared.
The last trace of life in his body was extinguished.
Clang!
The music stopped abruptly.
The elegant man still maintained his zither playing posture.
Her mother did not stop dancing, but her tears had already fallen quietly.
On this day.
His Majesty had passed away.
The whole court wept bitterly.
The edict said: Concubine Shu is in charge of the country, and her prince inherits the throne.
The officials finally understood the Emperor's true intentions.
However, the anger of several princes and concubines in the palace rose.
They reprimanded Shu Fei for poisoning the Emperor, changing the imperial edict, and attempting to usurp the throne.
The officials did not believe it at all and insisted on following the Emperor's edict to welcome Consort Shu into the court and the prince to the throne.
A month before the coronation of the dynasty.
Several princes left the city in anger and returned to their fiefs. They held high the banner of the Qing Dynasty and led hundreds of thousands of troops into the Imperial Capital, officially announcing the abolition of the posthumous edict.
Under pressure, the officials could only admit that the edict was false.
Consort Shu and her prince once again returned to the quiet courtyard of the mansion.
This time.
The mansion was heavily guarded and Zhou Fan and his mother were placed under house arrest.
However, after several princes abolished the posthumous edict, they immediately began to fight for the throne. Each of them had the support of their mother's family.
For a moment.
Dynasty was caught in a stalemate.
Regarding this.
Zhou Fan watched coldly from the side and did not attack again. This was because when the princes led the army into the Imperial City, he had already learned through his servant, Ji Ruxue, that the descender organization was behind the internal strife in the dynasty.
He looked at the reincarnation mark.
Name: Zhou Fan
[Realm: Perfect Leakproof Thousand-handed Nascent Soul (Pure Origin Creation)]
[Attribute: All Creation]
[Law: Domain of All Things-Water Level 65 (Domain), Fire Level 1 (Law), Earth Level 20 (Domain)... 2. True Meaning of the World (Perfection)]
[Treasures: Reincarnation Seal Fragment (15/100), Reincarnation Human World Book (20/100), Taiqing Purple Dress, Blood Phoenix Bell, Myriad Soul Cauldron, Spirit Pattern Golden Ring, Exterminating Gloves.]
[Middle-grade talent cultivation technique: Saint Soul Technique, level 30]
[Cultivation Technique: Codex of All Things, Dragon Control Technique]
[Samsara points: 14.342 billion]
[Rating: SSS Legendary, SSS Epic]
[Reward: 5 Descends]
Three years of cold and heat came.
Other than finding a way to obtain Comprehension points, the other improvements were minimal.
However, due to the accumulation of points in the foreign battleground, his points far surpassed those of the same level.
He thought about it.
He spent 10 billion Reincarnation Points to buy 10 Comprehension Golden Fruits and raised his innate skill to level 230.
However, if he bought the Comprehension Silver Fruit, he could at most increase it to Level 180.
As his innate cultivation technique improved, the pure purple soul in his sea of consciousness had already turned into a river that was spinning rapidly.
In this life, the Dragon Control Technique he cultivated had been directly raised to the highest level.
Reaching the limit of this small world.
Heavenly Dragon Realm.
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