Nursery, the capital.
Within the Xin Dynasty Royal Family, the newly established Scarlet Chamber seemed no different from before.
The walls were still covered with magnificent murals of Ancient History, depicting scenes from one historical dynasty after another.
But in reality, all of them were forgeries, as if they were trying to pretend that my ancestral tomb had not been looted—a case of covering one's ears while stealing a bell.
On the throne, Xin Xichen's true body sensed his Dharma Aspect self-destructing, and his expression grew increasingly dark and grim.
Xin Xichen drew a deep breath. "Good! Good! Good! These ancient old fogies really are born evil merchants. They drained so much from me. These first emperors of Ancient History truly are extraordinary!"
Dao Yue Niang smiled. "Your Majesty, I once heard that the essence of anger isn't anger at the enemy's strength, but often anger at one's own incompetence. At its core, all fury is merely impotent rage."
Xin Xichen glanced at Dao Yue Niang. "You seem to be growing more and more lively. Are you about to awaken completely?"
"Probably?" Dao Yue Niang said, a thoughtful look appearing on her face.
Xin Xichen was only venting his anger. He had always been a rational person.
"Those Ancient Demon Gods are indeed somewhat capable. Using unknown divine abilities, they can see through the essence of things. In this contest, this hidden struggle, I did lose."
"If my ability was inferior, I won't be a sore loser. I only need to surpass them later."
He paused, then said pensively:
"The three of us fought so hard, only to have the fruits of victory snatched away. Of course we had to be angry! But the other side could only take part of it. The truly precious thing is the Great Emperor