The instant he saw Wendy Yu Shan, Lu Yin's mind suddenly cleared. He was not the ruler of the Great Yu Empire—he was merely a fake, a fake created by Big Sister and the others using the blood of the Purple Mountain lineage. The woman before him was the true heir to the Great Yu Empire.
"What do you plan to do with those people?" Wendy Yu Shan asked calmly, as if she were asking about something ordinary.
Lu Yin pondered for a moment. "You decide."
Wendy Yu Shan looked complicatedly toward the imperial palace. "All this time, I've thought that the Great Yu Empire was too small. I never had any intention of inheriting the Imperial Seat. Even after Imperial Father and Imperial Brother died, that thought never changed. I'm not suited to wield power, so you've always been the one in charge. You belong to the Purple Mountain lineage. Back then, Imperial Father promised that the Purple Mountain King lineage would likewise possess the right to inherit the Imperial Seat."
"Many people have told me that you're too domineering and too autocratic, and that the empire would eventually collapse in your hands. None of that matters to me. Whether the Great Yu Empire exists or not, to me, it's all fate. But sometimes, a person's identity is destined to bring trouble. Whether those people are sincere toward me or not, they've always been fighting for the Yu Shan lineage. I hope you can spare them this once."
Lu Yin nodded. "All right. As long as you ask."
Wendy Yu Shan looked at Lu Yin. "The Regent is still only the Regent. Your position lacks legitimacy, and your words lack authority. I hope you can... inherit the throne and truly take control of the Great Yu Empire."
Lu Yin