Inside the Tai Chi Hall, the lamplight flickered and wavered under an unseen pressure of momentum.
A flash of struggle crossed the emperor's eyes.
Although he did not want to send the Princess Royal into the imperial mausoleum.
Yet he knew.
This matter was not for him to decide.
After a long time.
He took a deep breath.
Expressionless, he said, "Everything shall be as the second progenitor wishes."
Hearing this, Jiang Wuji.
Only then nodded in satisfaction.
He stepped down from the cinnabar dais.
And patted the emperor on the shoulder.
With a gratified look, he said, "This is the kind of good descendant our Jiang family should have."
"Don't worry, Emperor. Once Imperial Father successfully charges into the Heavenly Human Sacred Realm, he will surely find a way to solve your problem. By then, you can be the emperor for a thousand or ten thousand years."
The emperor's gaze shifted slightly.
"That girl has a heavy mind, so I ask the second progenitor to give me some time."
"Good."
Jiang Wuji waved his hand.
"Since it is so, without further delay, go and do it now."
The emperor uttered a sound of assent.
Then his figure slowly vanished within the grand hall.
After the emperor left.
Another several dozen breaths passed.
Prince Wuning looked toward Jiang Wuji.
He opened his mouth.
Stopping before he spoke.
Seeing him in this state, Jiang Wuji.
Said indifferently, "If you have something you want to say, then speak."
Prince Wuning paused.
He took a step forward.
And lowered his voice.
"Second progenitor, you say... just to be safe, should we send word to those above?"
As his words fell.
The air in the hall abruptly grew heavy.
The second progenitor's gaze toward Prince Wuning instantly turned incomparably sharp.
"No."
The second progenitor