After that came what Chen Cheng knew: over these twelve years, he had built an Empire's institutions from nothing.
But fine as these institutions were, they required a resolute enforcer, and he happened to encounter the Fortune Method.
By binding every emperor throughout the Empire's history to the nation's Fortune Aura, even if unfilial descendants emerged in later generations, so long as they still wished to live, they would have no choice but to be wise rulers.
By the time his memories reached this point, daylight had already fully broken outside. Seeing that he had once again gone an entire night without sleep, his empress rose early to visit him.
But when the doors of the great hall were pushed open, she saw him slumped on the throne, with only a single breath left in him.
"Someone! Quickly, someone!"
Seeing this, the empress shouted for help as she rushed to Lyka's side, doing everything in her power to preserve his life.
When Lyka opened his eyes and saw his empress, a faint smile appeared on his pale face.
"Don't cry. I'm fine. Have them all withdraw; this has nothing to do with them."
Lyka reached out and wiped away his wife's tears, then smiled.
"I'm just sorry. From now on, I'm afraid you'll have to walk the road alone."
"No, don't say that anymore. You'll definitely recover. You're Lyka—the Son of God."
Feeling the Life Rule aura around her husband growing weaker and weaker, the empress could no longer hold on and broke down in tears.
She tightly gripped Lyka's hand. When she saw the look in his eyes, she immediately rose to her feet.
"Go. Quickly, summon the crown prince."
Before long, the crown prince was brought into the Royal Palace. When he saw Lyka at death's door, even