"When you return, execute everyone who colluded with outsiders. Consider it paving a smooth road of public opinion for your descendants. Then, whether you're ill or worn out in body and mind, no matter how you became the Retired Emperor, draft an imperial edict and let this boy succeed you. As for the rest, I don't intend to hold you accountable." I patted Bei Hu Chen's face. It was as if the last trace of strength had been drained from him, and under my slight force, he drifted and swayed like a leaf in the wind.
Bei Hu Ao supported his father and practically half-carried him back to his seat. Even after reaching it, he continued to tremble uncontrollably. To him, I was the supreme heaven of the entire Ninth Heaven. Few young people failed to worship me, so this boy was probably both excited and frightened. He was excited because he could become the Bei Hu Emperor—after all, which child of the Bei Hu Household didn't want to be emperor? He was frightened because he had a father capable of a tiger devouring its own cub. What if they returned and his father launched a coup? Whether he could keep his life would be a problem.
But those were matters Bei Hu Ao had to worry about. I couldn't manage everything for him. If he couldn't even handle this and got his father killed, then I could only choose someone else. If that didn't work, I would suppress them and have Bei Hu Yun take over again. She was the true controller of the Bei Hu Household.
Seeing me walk over, Shengtu Hao couldn't help trembling as well. The most overbearing and powerful man in the Shengtu Household, the Shengtu Emperor, who feared almost no one except his family's