A Thousand-Person Ruler's Personal Opinion

"Fu Qing, this general has been feeling increasingly unwell lately. I suppose the time has come."

"You're still hale and hearty, and going strong despite your age!"

"No, this general is talking about passing the position on to Fu Qing..."

"I'm still too young. Let me continue shielding the Shogun from wind and rain! As for the nine regions and ten thousand lands of Luofu, you'll still have to shoulder them!"

Ah, humanity. It was truly ugly.

Yukong watched helplessly as the two people at the highest seats of power in Luofu seriously shirked responsibility onto each other. Her lips twitched, but she didn't dare say anything—if they noticed her and suddenly got the idea to make her shoulder the responsibility instead, Qingni would probably become an orphan.

After the joke, the three of them helplessly turned to look at the ever-silent Danshu.

That earlier scene actually held another meaning in their eyes—it represented the recognition of Danshu by two Aeons. Regarding Danshu's grand ambition and her noble efforts in painstakingly pursuing peace for many years, there could no longer be any doubts.

Even if piles upon piles of irrefutable evidence were laid out, any attempt to overturn Danshu's image would still be nothing but wastepaper in the face of the two Aeons' recognition. It would certainly all be groundless rumor and malicious slander.

"Sigh!"

Jing Yuan painfully rubbed his brow. On one hand, he was under tremendous pressure because the situation had escalated, but on the other, he felt relieved that Danshu had gained a new opportunity. He composed himself and said with a smile:

"Mr. Danshu, how are you feeling now?"

"How about opening a room for me in the Prison of Deep Seclusion?"

Danshu said quietly.

Jing Yuan nodded readily.

"Of course. As you wish."

"It's still