The Dao is Broken Yet the True Heart Remains, The Great Trend of Conferring Gods is Decided

Wenzhong let out a long sigh inwardly, filled with grief and helplessness.

So be it—only three women.

The tide had already turned. No matter how stubborn he remained, it would be useless.

All he could do afterward was guard the court closely and take greater precautions.

With that thought, Wenzhong finally lowered his head and chose compromise. He dropped to both knees and kowtowed respectfully, his voice hoarse beyond concealment. "Please quell your anger, Your Majesty. This old minister has never harbored even the slightest intent to overstep his station or usurp the throne. I acted in haste solely for the stability of the realm. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness."

Seeing him yield, Di Xin's anger eased somewhat. He snorted coldly and flicked his sleeve, his tone impatient. "If that is so, let this matter end here. If there is nothing else, court is dismissed!"

With those words, Di Xin did not linger. He turned and strode down from the high platform, leaving in haste, his steps somewhat unsteady, as though afraid Wenzhong might change his mind.

The assembled ministers rose one after another, exchanging glances with complicated expressions. Every gaze settled upon the lonely figure in the hall.

In only a few short moments, Wenzhong seemed to have aged decades. The fierce, killing aura around him had completely faded, leaving behind nothing but exhaustion and weathered weariness. His upright body bent slightly, and his deep, hoarse voice was full of powerlessness and fatigue.

"Everyone, leave. I want to be alone."

Wenzhong stood in the vast, icy-cold hall, his heart utterly chilled.

He knew with absolute clarity that after today's confrontation between sovereign and minister, the bond between him and Di Xin as master and disciple had already vanished without a trace.

Endless confusion welled within him, and no matter