The Glorious Dynasty (Complete)

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*The Flourishing Dynasty* (Complete Collection)

Author: Laughter in the Coffin
Volume 1
Synopsis:
The Ming Dynasty enjoyed four hundred years of prosperity, with the Zhu imperial family standing at the pinnacle of the world, enjoying supreme power and honor as the emperor. Until this life, the ailing Emperor Zhu Weiquan unexpectedly discovers an undeniable disturbance at the Holy Emperor's tomb—the Holy Emperor, dead for over three hundred years, has been resurrected!
Xu Ping, reborn, is unsure of his path and ultimately chooses to return to the Ghost Valley Sect. However, Ghost Valley encounters a major problem, requiring it to challenge the world's strongest as the state religion. Xu Ping, however, is wary of the imperial family's attitude and doesn't know how to respond…
Chapter 1: Rebirth
The Ming Dynasty, four hundred years old, experienced its peak and decline, weathering countless storms, yet always standing firm in the course of history.
The dynasty, symbolizing imperial power, was warlike; it seemed that the imperial family was born with an iron-blooded arrogance in their blood. Turning the pages of the Ming Dynasty's so-called diplomatic history is practically a terrifying history of war. Unyielding to cede territory or engage in marriage alliances, every emperor, whether a wise or foolish ruler, a morally upright or licentious, shared a common trait: unyielding integrity.
The emperor guarded the nation's gates; the monarch died for the state. It seemed the imperial family possessed an indomitable spirit, a fearlessness that seemed to reside in their very bones. Coupled with the formidable fighting power of the imperial guards, and the people's accustomed to displaying a united and resolute hostility in the face of foreign war, any nationwide conflict since the founding of the dynasty was likely to end in devastation, but even the slightest defeat was unacceptable. This dynasty was also known worldwide as one of the most warlike nations, for its four-hundred-year history produced countless valiant generals. The countless
tombs commemorating the fallen throughout the Ming dynasty alone reveal how many loyal bones were buried beneath the green hills, truly embodying the meaning of "an inch of land, an inch of blood."
The Zhu imperial family, having thrived for four hundred years, maintained its orderly lineage, standing at the pinnacle of the world, enjoying the supreme authority of the emperor, intimidating the world and guarding the land pioneered by their ancestors, not losing an inch. Every step of their conquests was marked by the blood of their warriors.
The vast capital city retains its ancient charm and historical significance, known as the most timeless place in the world, and a place most people revere and praise as a must-visit destination in their lifetime. The imperial city, streets, buildings, gates, and walls remain unchanged from four hundred years ago. Under the feet of the emperor, a symbol of imperial power, not a single brick or piece of wood seems to tolerate any violation.
Modern society no longer needs such walls; firearms have replaced cold weapons. Yet, these walls, which have defended against countless enemies, have been preserved. The ancient city bricks bear faint traces of knife and axe marks, making it easy to imagine how many loyal souls perished here. Even in peacetime, the towering capital seems forever haunted by the lingering scent of blood. Four hundred years of clashing swords and galloping horses roar in the distance, and countless tales of loyalty and unwavering courage have unfolded here.
Beyond the ancient capital lies a modern metropolis, sprawling and developing around the old city. As the center of imperial power, it is incredibly prosperous, always thriving, its bustling streets leading the nation's trends and technology, attracting the most outstanding talents, and also witnessing some of the world's most brutal political struggles. It also boasts the world's largest collection of historical artifacts, making it a vibrant metropolis that blends diverse cultural elements.
For four hundred years, the imperial palace has been the residence of the royal family. Although many outdated customs have been abandoned, security remains tight, with guards every five or ten steps, maintaining one of the world's most stringent hierarchical systems and the most rigorous distinctions between superiors and inferiors.
The supreme authority of the emperor was an immutable principle of this dynasty. Although many things changed rapidly to adapt to the ever-evolving landscape, this one principle remained inviolable. Inside the
Qianming Palace, the emperor's residence, while the decor was classically elegant, it also incorporated many modern amenities, a seamless blend of old and new. At this moment, the palace gates were tightly shut, all the palace maids had been driven out, and those inside were all speechless with astonishment, barely daring to breathe. What they were witnessing was unbearable even for those of high rank and power.
On the sickbed, a middle-aged man, seemingly on the verge of death, gleamed with excitement in his eyes. His voice was hoarse, and his raised hand was extremely thin: "It's true, it's true. Those words left on the dragon bed are true."
His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible if one didn't listen carefully. This was a emaciated body, on the verge of death. Beside his bed were the world's most advanced medical equipment, the capital possessed the world's most advanced medical technology and medicines, not to mention the world's top doctors in the Imperial Hospital. Even so, it only gave him a chance to prolong his life; it couldn't cure his already incurable illness, only prolong the torment of pain.
"Your Majesty, is this...is this true?" A beautiful young woman beside her was utterly shocked. Dressed in modern clothes, elegant and luxurious, her voice still carried a classical charm. This beautiful young woman possessed a graceful and noble air, giving off a gentle and empress-like beauty. Her face was more delicate than spring, exquisitely crafted like a gift from heaven, beautiful yet aloof and untouchable, embodying the charm and allure of a mature woman.
"No, it can't be!" Another young woman, no less beautiful, was equally shocked.
The second young woman was also stunningly beautiful, equally devastatingly so, but she exuded a more alluring charm. Seemingly possessing an innate allure, she effortlessly ignites your most primal desires without needing to flirt. Her every gesture, so natural, is the most potent seduction for men, as if she were born to be their prize. A single glance reveals a captivating allure that makes you feel you could die for her.
Two stunningly beautiful young women, one gentle and serene, the other alluring and generous, each possessing a beauty rarely found in this world. Either one could be a breathtaking beauty, and together they create an incomparably dazzling spectacle. Not only would men be driven mad by them, but even women would be unconsciously captivated.
Such a blessing of having two women is beyond the reach of ordinary people, but for the all-powerful emperor, this kind of beauty is no longer what he desires. In his eyes, even the most beautiful appearance is nothing more than a painted skeleton; what he wants is the continuation of life, and even reducing a little pain is a luxury for someone who possesses this empire.
The skeletal man on the sickbed was Zhu Weiquan, the heir to the Zhu imperial power, the nineteenth emperor of the Ming Dynasty, who had reigned for twenty years. Once a man of great ambition, he was now confined to his sickbed, his current state of desolation even worse than that of an ordinary citizen.
Standing to his left was the current Empress, Mu Lingyue, gentle, elegant, and captivating. To his right was the only imperial concubine, the alluring Lu Yinxue.
The Ming Dynasty, even after its development, had not explicitly enacted a monogamous system, a practice widely criticized internationally for its perceived disrespect for women's rights. Later, the Ming tax law also strictly limited this aspect, encouraging monogamy. It stipulated that if a man took a concubine after marriage, he had to pay a heavy tax for each concubine, and the tax for a second concubine would increase exponentially. Therefore, in modern society, unless one is extremely wealthy, the idea of having multiple wives and concubines, even with mutual consent, is unimaginable for most people.
The amount of tax was enormous for ordinary people, and women cared more about their official status. Few women would agree to the idea of living secretly without paying taxes. Of course, if the man had the ability to persuade them to live without official status, the Ministry of Revenue wouldn't bother him.
This was a rule established by their ancestors, and the emperor had to set an example. Furthermore, the international trend advocating monogamy had never ceased. Therefore, after Zhu Weiquan ascended the throne, he had only one wife and one concubine. Of course, the emperor's wife was the empress, and even the concubine was a high-ranking imperial concubine, whose status was unparalleled.
"Am I seeing things? Lingyue, play it again, play it again." Zhu Weiquan's voice trembled with excitement, his address of "Lingyue" always carrying a gentle tone. Lu Yinxue beside him wasn't jealous, though a fleeting hint of displeasure crossed her face, quickly concealed in her incredibly charming smile. There
were no servants at their disposal; only the three at the very pinnacle of power in the vast palace were present. The secret they were witnessing was not only enough to calm the world, but for the royal family, it was a secret that could not be revealed, as it was far too shocking for the common people to hear.
Mu Lingyue pressed a button on the remote control, and the huge screen in front of the hospital bed flickered again. The image quality was unclear, with occasional static. It was clear from the footage that it was from surveillance cameras, and although the equipment was the most advanced in the world, the image was still unclear in the dim environment.
The eerie scene reappeared, and all three held their breath. The two stunning beauties seemed thoughtful, but their faces simultaneously revealed a primal, feminine terror. Zhu Weiquan, already terminally ill, leaned weakly against the headboard, staring intently at the screen, his face unusually flushed, likely due to his heightened agitation.
Covered in tubes and surrounded by a multitude of medical instruments, he wouldn't have the strength to sit like this without mental support.
The screen displayed a somber tomb, of exceptionally high quality—a privilege reserved only for emperors in the Ming Dynasty. The walls were constructed of incredibly thick bluestone, impenetrable even to ordinary missiles—unless, of course, someone with the audacity to desecrate it, for any offense against this tomb would result in a war to the death.
This mausoleum, which held a near-faith-like status for the Ming Dynasty, lacked any anti-theft design. The deceased had uttered a philosophical statement: "If the dynasty is prosperous, this place will always be a sacred site. If the dynasty changes, even a petty thief can drag my corpse out and whip it. So there's no need for such futile efforts."
This imperial demeanor was widely praised, lauded as the true visionary ruler. The mausoleum itself was remarkably simple, lacking any extravagant features, containing only a single burial chamber. Even more strikingly, for an emperor, the chamber contained no burial goods whatsoever. Forget his cherished collections; there wasn't even a single piece of ordinary gold or silver jewelry. Its simplicity surpassed even that of a typical wealthy family.
Because no burial goods were necessary, everyone felt that any precious offerings would be a desecration to this emperor; all he needed was a final resting place. Throughout history, powerful individuals have always placed great importance on their tombs, either choosing auspicious locations to bring blessings to their descendants or installing numerous traps to prevent tomb raiding.
This individual, however, is unique. His tomb contains nothing; whether it will be robbed depends solely on the merits of his descendants. This carefree attitude is both inspiring and a heavy burden on future generations.
In the very center of the tomb chamber, atop the stone steps, lies a coffin that has stood silently for over three hundred years. The painted decorations have faded, bearing the marks of natural decay; even the most vibrant colors cannot withstand the ravages of time. Yet, even after so many years, the exquisite craftsmanship of its time is still evident. Though simple, it exudes an air of grandeur, suggesting that the coffin's owner was once a powerful emperor.
The Holy Emperor's Mausoleum is the most unique imperial mausoleum in the history of the Ming Dynasty. It houses the only mausoleum for an emperor without his own private tomb
, and he is also the founder of the Ming Dynasty's prosperity to this day. For the nation, he is a figure of almost religious significance, and his legendary life inspires awe. The Holy Emperor is buried directly in the center of the Wanlie Pagoda, resting alongside the heroic souls who fought alongside him in countless battles. Normally, the Holy Emperor's final resting place should not be disturbed. However, with the rapid development of society and the advent of high technology, additional layers of security are necessary. Several years ago, when surveillance cameras were installed throughout the Wanlie Pagoda, the royal family secretly installed them in the mausoleum as well. Since the Holy Emperor's Mausoleum has few traps, entry is not hindered. While the
imperial tombs of the concubines are naturally magnificent, the Holy Emperor was not buried there, but instead chose to remain here alongside the soldiers who fought and died for the Ming Dynasty. Upon entering, the world was in an uproar, for everyone admired the foresight of this wise man. This truly was a tomb completely undefended from beginning to end; of course, if the Ming Dynasty hadn't declined, no one could have dared to desecrate the ancestral spirits.
The royal family initially thought this action was somewhat unnecessary, as even the most audacious person in the world wouldn't dare to desecrate the Holy Emperor's Mausoleum. However, unexpectedly, this seemingly disrespectful act led the three to witness the most unbelievable scene in the world.
The anomaly within the coffin had been discovered three months prior: a constant, muffled, and eerie sound emanating from within, like the sound of bones breaking—particularly oppressive and muffled. After careful analysis by experts, it was discovered that the equipment wasn't malfunctioning; the sound was real, and its source was none other than the coffin itself.
This discovery left the royal family speechless with astonishment. They immediately suppressed the secret, and the sonic experts involved in the video of a naked woman spraying milk were promptly silenced. Of course, no one dared to risk the stigma of filial impiety by opening the coffin for inspection. In a society where filial piety is paramount, even royalty wouldn't dare to defy such a public order.
This was a royal secret, known only to the three present. Zhu Weiquan had been closely monitoring the mausoleum and, after three months of waiting, finally witnessed this bizarre scene. Even though he had endured the torment of the strange noises for those three months, he felt it was all worthwhile, because what he saw was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
Even the well-informed royal family, even those who held a positive view of esoteric arts, couldn't alleviate their shock at witnessing this scene.
Inside the mausoleum, the unchanging scene finally changed. The motionless coffin began to tremble. Slowly, the stone coffin's lid was pushed open, and instantly, the dust that had accumulated for over three hundred years rose in conspicuous smoke. In the dim light, a pitch-black body slowly stood up, each movement accompanied by the sound of bones twisting, a chilling sound, though each simple movement seemed to cause the dry, pulsating flesh to shatter.
The stone sarcophagus and coffin lid were opened. The pitch-black body straightened and twisted slightly. Although the surveillance footage was blurry, it was now clear that this was not a living person, but an extremely emaciated mummified corpse. It wore the dragon robe worn by the Holy Emperor at his burial. Even though it was torn and tattered due to oxidation over time, the majestic five-clawed dragon was still visible on the blackened embroidery. The exquisite craftsmanship and natural decay were something no technology could replicate.
A head of disheveled hair was tangled, obscuring what appeared to be a grotesque face, but the right sleeve was completely rotten. Visibly, it was a withered arm, almost devoid of moisture. Just like any other mummified corpse, it was enough to send chills down one's spine, let alone the fact that this corpse was alive and moving before one's eyes.
The corpse's movements were clumsy; it slowly stepped out of the coffin, seemingly contemplating something. Perhaps it was an instinct born of blood ties, but Zhu Weiquan could sense a hint of sorrow in the monster's expression.
The empty coffin contained only tattered and moldy fragments of a dragon robe. The identity of the mummified corpse was obvious: Zhu Yuanping, the Ming Emperor who had swept across the land and ushered in the Ming Dynasty's golden age, one of history's most legendary emperors, adorned with numerous mythical tales, almost a god-like figure in many legends.
The mummified corpse stood silently for a long time, then turned around. Its disheveled hair still obscured its features. It stretched out its hand, and its withered, thin hand possessed astonishing strength. With a gentle push, the incredibly heavy stone coffin was effortlessly pushed open. Even more astonishingly, a secret passage was hidden beneath the coffin.
The mummified corpse covered the stone sarcophagus, then moved it back to its original position as it entered the secret passage, as if nothing had happened. If anyone were to arrive later, they would find nothing amiss, proving that this mummy was not a resurrected corpse in the ordinary sense; it possessed memories and thoughts, otherwise, it wouldn't have acted this way.
Zhu Weiquan was so excited his eyes were bloodshot. If the Holy Emperor hadn't been reborn, probably no one in the world would know that there was a secret passage beneath the coffin in the Holy Emperor's mausoleum. Moreover, this wasn't a living person, but a mummified corpse wearing a five-clawed dragon robe. This made its identity even more unquestionable. Although it was unknown whether the ancestor had become some kind of evil entity, it was certain that he had returned to the world after three hundred years of slumber.
The video ended there, and the atmosphere in the room became very oppressive afterward. Even though they had already seen it once, watching the two beautiful young women again still made them gasp in horror, feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cave. No matter what kind of woman she was, she probably wouldn't be able to control her fear reaction when she saw such a terrifying scene.
"The Holy Emperor, the Holy Emperor has truly been reborn!" Zhu Weiquan laughed maniacally. "Legend has it that the Holy Emperor attained enlightenment through martial arts, reaching the pinnacle of humanity and possessing the power to ascend to immortality, but was bound by his supreme status and unwilling to ascend. I thought it was all just praise from his descendants, but I never expected, I never expected, that our ancestor would actually return to the mortal realm! Could he truly be the legendary half-human, half-immortal being?"
"Your Majesty, I still can't believe it." Mu Lingyue smiled bitterly, somewhat frightened. "Even if the other party is the Holy Emperor, someone who has been dead for over three hundred years, turned into a dried corpse, yet can still move—this is completely inexplicable scientifically."
"Your Majesty, aren't there enough things that science can't explain these days?" Lu Yingxue also felt a chill run down her spine, but after calmly considering it for a moment, she said softly, "Your Majesty, what did you mean by 'leaving something on the dragon bed'?"
"Of course you wouldn't know," Zhu Weiquan coughed a few times after his initial excitement, then breathed heavily as he said, "On the golden dragon bed passed down through generations, only the person sleeping on it can see a faint line of characters on the golden dome. I saw it by chance when I ascended the throne, and out of curiosity, I went closer to take a look. The characters carved on it were very strange, and what was even more puzzling was that there was actually the Holy Emperor's private seal on the back."
"Your Majesty, what is it carved?" Both beauties were extremely curious. The royal family, which had been passed down for four hundred years, held too many secrets they didn't know.
The dragon bed was passed down from the founding of the dynasty, but for some unknown reason, subsequent emperors stopped sleeping on it. The existence of the dragon bed was merely symbolic; it was probably only used for one night after the enthronement and then preserved untouched. To outsiders, it was a sign of respect for the ancestors, and no one could imagine that there was something more mysterious about the dragon bed.
"The characters above are powerful and vigorous. I later compared them carefully, and every stroke was indeed written by the Holy Emperor himself." Zhu Weiquan's eyes gleamed as he spoke, word by word, "These are his words left to every future emperor: 'I will eventually return to the earth, but I will also have my day of Nirvana. On the day of my Nirvana, I only hope that my descendants will not seek me out. Dust to dust, I will return to the world, but I will no longer be an emperor.'"
"So, the Holy Emperor foresaw everything when he passed away." Mu Lingyue felt a chill run down her spine. He was an extremely legendary emperor. His great achievements and the foundation he laid for the Ming Dynasty need not be mentioned. What she didn't expect was that he truly transcended the realm of mortals and completed the transformation from death to life.
What's even more terrifying is that he knew he would be reborn while he was still alive. What kind of person was he? Even a celestial being descending to earth couldn't be so miraculous.
“Yes, the Holy Emperor, even we find our ancestor mysterious, an ancestor whom all emperors throughout history have been unable to fathom.” Zhu Weiquan’s expression was solemn. He guessed that every emperor would have scoffed at that statement after reading it, and he was
no exception. He just hadn’t expected to actually witness the Holy Emperor’s rebirth. “Since the ancestor has been resurrected, why are his descendants forbidden from searching for him?” Lu Yinxue asked, puzzled, her stunningly beautiful face filled with confusion. “Logically, every emperor should have brought back their ancestor to fulfill their filial duty. They could have asked the Holy Emperor about the art of rulership, learned about his legendary life, and if they were obsessed with martial arts, they could have learned the legendary War Dragon Technique, the Holy Emperor’s unparalleled martial art. Perhaps they could even achieve enlightenment through martial arts like the Holy Emperor.”
Mu Lingyue pondered without speaking, her gentle eyes sparkling, clearly indicating that she had already thought of something.
"Because such things are simply too unbelievable for ordinary people. The idea of someone coming back to life is absurd enough, let alone something like this happening to the Holy Emperor. If word gets out, it will definitely cause a huge uproar, and what if people panic?" Zhu Weiquan's expression remained unchanged, even he himself didn't believe his own words.
"Then where will the Holy Emperor go?" Lu Yinxue asked疑惑地, clearly filled with curiosity about this man who was known as the most mysterious man in the world, just like some young girls. Of course, curiosity aside, the eerie movements of the mummified corpse still sent chills down her spine.
"Yinxue, Lingyue, you are my wives, and my closest people." Having endured so long, Zhu Weiquan was exhausted, panting weakly, "You, send people to find the Holy Emperor's whereabouts. Although our ancestors gave clear instructions, without him there would be no prosperous and powerful Ming Dynasty as we know it today. As his descendants, we should bring him here to support him and fulfill our filial duty. Therefore, even if it goes against his wishes, I must find the Holy Emperor."
"Yes!" Mu Lingyue and Lu Yinxue exchanged a glance, knowing the emperor was feeling unwell after his initial excitement. They looked at each other again and then left. Zhu Weiquan then closed his eyes in pain. The imperial physicians, who had been waiting outside, entered with practiced ease; they were used to this tense atmosphere.
These video materials were considered top royal secrets, now entirely under Zhu Weiquan's control. The two most noble beauties in the land remained silent throughout the journey, seemingly still unable to accept this reality. Upon arriving at the inner palace, Mu Lingyue ordered dinner to be prepared, while Lu Yinxue, unlike usual, did not immediately take her leave but tacitly stayed behind.
After dinner, the two admired the moon in the Imperial Garden, tacitly dismissing their respective palace maids and personal servants.
"Your Majesty, why do you think the Emperor is so insistent on bringing the Holy Emperor back?" Lu Yinxue said humbly, "Since the Holy Emperor has given his order, future generations should obey. Moreover, this matter is too shocking; to put it bluntly, no one would believe it if it were told. Why is the Emperor so determined to investigate the Holy Emperor's whereabouts?"
"Sister Yinxue is too modest. You are the Emperor's bedmate; can't you see what the Emperor is thinking?" Mu Lingyue sipped her tea, speaking in a meaningful tone.
In truth, they both knew that the Emperor suffered from multiple cancers. If it weren't for the world's best medical technology, an ordinary person would have perished long ago. Even so, current technology couldn't cure his illness. As the most powerful person in the world, his greatest desire was life itself, and Zhu Weiquan was unwilling to die so weakly.
Everything that happened at the Holy Emperor's Mausoleum gave him a glimmer of hope. Even if he didn't seek the path of resurrection, he placed all his hopes on the Holy Emperor, hoping that the god-like emperor possessed the supernatural power to restore his life, allowing him to continue ruling the world and enjoying the supreme power of this unparalleled dynasty.
Zhu Weiquan also understood that his days were numbered, hence his anxiety. He even granted permission for two members of the harem to use the Imperial Guard and even the Imperial Bodyguard, and the Internal Affairs Department was required to fully cooperate if necessary. For him, this was the last straw.
His life was nearing its end, and he wouldn't give up on any hope. Moreover, the other party is the legendary Holy Emperor. If we consider the blood ties, it would be reasonable to save him. After all, the Zhu royal family is the Holy Emperor's bloodline, a fact that no one can change.
Both women understood the meaning behind the phrase "the supreme ruler." After a moment of contemplation, Mu Lingyue spoke first: "Sister Yinxue, where do you plan to begin?" "
First, I'll go to the Holy Emperor's Mausoleum under the guise of a sacrificial ceremony, seal off the good news, and see where the secret passage leads before slowly searching." Lu Yinxue's expression was somewhat dazed as she spoke, perhaps recalling that extremely eerie scene and feeling a faint sense of fear.
"Then, Sister Yinxue, why do you think the Holy Emperor left that sentence on his dragon bed?" Mu Lingyue paused for a moment, then suddenly asked meaningfully.
"Sister, you are so intelligent and well-versed in the imperial strategies written by the Holy Emperor, so I suppose you think the same as me." Lu Yinxue's eyes gleamed with intelligence, and her charming smile now held a hint of cunning, like a seductive fox spirit.
"Why don't we write it together?" Mu Lingyue's smile was gentle and graceful, always making people feel comfortable like a spring breeze. Compared to Lu Yinxue, she seemed like a wise and ethereal fairy.
The two stunning beauties seemed to smile in tacit agreement. After writing, they spread out the paper, their handwriting equally beautiful and delicate, and they had written the same sentence: "The most ruthless are those in the imperial family.
" "Sister, you should rest early. I need to go and prepare." Lu Yinxue stood up and gracefully gave a curtsy. Even in a modern society, the rigidly hierarchical imperial palace still emphasized the simplest etiquette, a strictness she dared not transgress.
Lu Yinxue gracefully left, the air still seeming to carry her alluring fragrance, faint yet captivating.
Unlike the strict system of the past, now the women in the palace could move around outside as long as they had permission, but unfortunately, they could no longer travel incognito as before. Even the most discreet attempts to leave the palace nowadays can cause a huge uproar if discovered, making their movements quite inconvenient. However, this matter is of great importance, and they cannot simply assign someone else to go.
Under the moonlight, Mu Lingyue sat quietly, gentle and beautiful, like a fairy from heaven, exceptionally pure and beyond compare.
The most ruthless are those in imperial families. Just how deep is this enigmatic man's cunning? His legendary, supposedly autocratic rule is no exaggeration. He truly seems to be a man who can see through everything.
Even as the Holy Emperor, even as the ancestor of the Zhu family, he is merely a figure of faith; death means the end of everything. But if he were to return to the mortal realm, no matter who holds the highest position, they would worry. They would worry whether this legendary demigod ancestor would be obsessed with the throne that once belonged to him, whether he would once again harbor thoughts of ruling the world, and whether he would use some extraordinary means to reclaim the empire that was inherited from him.
In imperial families, for four hundred years, the ascension of any emperor has been accompanied by bloodshed, even fratricide and father-son conflicts. What a strange thing. Emperor Mingsheng was too farsighted, because if he were truly resurrected, the first thought of every emperor would probably not be to support him with the world and show filial piety, but rather to kill him without hesitation, fearing that their own empire would be affected. Which emperor who
could reach the highest position was not ruthless? The cunning and cruelty of an emperor's mind are unimaginable to ordinary people. Emperor Mingsheng did not want to have the day of Nirvana but to be an enemy of his own descendants, so he left behind such a sentence. And he had already left himself a secret passage to leave quietly, so as not to see his descendants and avoid the occurrence of fratricide.
Indeed, the emperor's dictatorial heart and far-sightedness are admirable.
Under the moon, Mu Lingyue pondered quietly, and after a long time, she ordered someone to make a phone call and instructed the person on the other end of the line: "Father, keep a close eye on the Lu family's every move. I need to know their movements at all times."

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