Di Xin ignored A Li's bewildered expression and continued questioning her.
"Now, tell me your choice."
There was not the slightest trace of emotion in Di Xin's voice, as though he were merely stating an established fact. "Will you continue clinging to those illusory feelings and accompany that doomed abandoned son to his end?"
"Even if it means implicating the Tushan Lineage's good name, which granted you your opportunity, and allowing the Xuanyuan Imperial Sovereign's inheritance to be tarnished?"
"Or will you remain in My palace, using your auspicious nature to help Me stabilize the Human Dao and aid Great Shang in surviving this Tribulation?"
"I can promise you this: if Great Shang emerges victorious, I will pave the way for you and your two sisters in your cultivation."
"The Tushan Lineage may also receive some of Great Shang's Fortune."
A Li could tell that Di Xin had not given her a question with multiple choices. He had issued a final ultimatum.
The Emperor's grace was as vast as the sea, and his might was as terrifying as a prison. Rewards and punishments were determined by a single thought. If her answer today failed to satisfy Di Xin, the Three Sisters might not even be able to leave the palace alive.
Even if they withdrew from this Tribulation, or even if Great Shang were truly overthrown in the end, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse.
Having offended Di Xin, their days in the Great Wilderness afterward would probably not be easy.
A Li lay prostrate on the ground, her delicate body trembling slightly, her nails nearly digging into her palms. Never had she yearned for power more intensely than at this moment.
It was precisely because of Di Xin's coercion that she understood the so-called love was