As members of the Heaven Clan's imperial family, they were basically guaranteed admission to the Great Cosmic Heaven, and Cang Luo and Cang Liu were naturally no exception.
According to the schedule of the Star God Heaven's grand competition, there was just enough time for the many imperial descendants to rise to power. The shady dealings involved were easy to imagine.
But every world was the same. The rules governing how Aristocratic Clans and nobles controlled resources were largely identical.
"Cang Zhao, it's not too late for you to regret this. The only one who'll lose by acting on your temper is yourself. He's being watched by so many Venerable Thrones now—he'll have a hard time. Who knows, maybe one day he'll be crushed to death like an ant! When that happens, are you planning to become a widow?!" Cang Luo rebuked her coldly.
Cang Zhao looked at him as if he were a stranger. "None of your business. I won't regret it."
"You! You're simply impossible to reason with. I know you love me, but how can you provoke me by hurting yourself? Do you realize that in the end, you'll be the one punished?!" Cang Luo's face was full of exasperation at her refusal to live up to his expectations.
"Punishing myself? Heh. If that's how you want to think of it, suit yourself." Cang Zhao looked utterly speechless.
"I'm already giving you one last chance. Don't mistake my generosity for weakness. If you come back, I can still give you the position of Right Consort. But if you deliberately keep acting like this, don't blame me when you come crawling back on your knees and I refuse to pay you any attention!"
"How laughable. I never thought you held yourself in such high regard." After saying that,