With his hands clasped behind his back, Ying Zheng raised his head and sneered repeatedly. "Hm. Anyone who betrays me or uses me will die!"
In that instant, Ying Zheng completely forgot that his soul was under Lin Qi's control. He merely reveled in fantasies of the future: unifying every continent beneath heaven, commanding limitless armies to storm the legendary realm of the gods, slaughtering every male god, and making all the goddesses kneel beneath his crotch, weeping bitterly and crying out for mercy.
Carried away by the thought, Ying Zheng could not help throwing back his head in laughter. "Guards! Convey my decree. Summon Noble Consort He for an audience."
Ying Zheng felt as though his entire body were on fire. Right now, he had to find some amusement to extinguish the wicked blaze within him. After a moment's thought, he shouted again, "Record this in the daily annals: I decree that Zhao Lu shall lead men back to Blood Qin to carry out confidential business in the Eastern Ocean. No one, high or low, may breathe a word of it. Any violator shall have their entire clan exterminated!"
Before long, a young and beautiful married woman in a Blood Qin palace gown entered the watchtower with graceful steps. Her features were dignified and exquisite, her figure slender and alluring. Ying Zheng greeted her with a laugh, and before long, songlike, sobbing moans rang out from within the tower. Meanwhile, the matter of court chief steward Zhao Lu being ordered to lead men into the Eastern Ocean was entered into the accompanying records.
Days passed one by one. The Blood Qin army attacked the Desert Temple without cease, like an endless tide, while the aged eunuchs of the imperial consecrator corps accompanying the army vanished day after day. Yet