Taking His Hand, Jiang Xuanli's Regret

There are two items that need to be forged.

While all materials should be used, they cannot be haphazardly divided in half.

The Wheel of Fate is Law Treasure, valued for its sturdiness and the profound foundation that carries Spiritual Qi.

The Ten Directions Profound Sword is a sword; hardness is secondary, resilience is fundamental, and sharpness is also indispensable.

Qin Qingzheng examined each piece of material one by one and divided them into two piles.

As the materials were distributed, the two piles of material grew higher and higher, and her eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

One batch is enough for someone else to forge for a lifetime.

Since it was his Ninth Brother's idea, Qin Qingzheng didn't say anything, only feeling sorry for those precious materials in his heart.

With all the materials gathered, he casually picked up a piece of refined iron.

"Then let's begin."

"Let's start with this and create a framework."

Qin Wangchuan shook his head.

"I already have the framework."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ring-shaped Law Treasure appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Qin Qingzheng recognized it.

The Nine-Layer Profound Heaven Ring is a top-tier defensive magic Law Treasure.

Knowing this, he gradually furrowed his brow.

Are you sure you want to use this?

For the first time, her voice carried a hint of seriousness.

"Ordinary Law Treasure are simply useless once they're ruined. But this one is different."

"Treasures imbued with the aura of Immortal Bone are few and far between, even in the entire Immortal Court."

"With so many things of unknown origin being refined together, no one can say for sure what will happen."

"Something really went wrong..."

She didn't continue.

Destroying such a thing is an act that cannot be described as a waste of resources.

Qin Wangchuan gazed at the ring suspended in front of him, his tone resolute.

"Nothing will go wrong."

The Nine-Layer Profound Heaven Ring was originally the precursor to the Wheel of Fate.

Not using it will actually cause problems.

Qin Qingzheng stared at him for a long time before finally swallowing back the word of advice.

"Alright."

She raised her hand and started the fire in the stove.

From then on, the forging workshop was closed.

The furnace fire burned day and night, illuminating two figures and the ring being reshaped at the heart of the furnace.

Meanwhile, in the Central Province Dynasty.

The news of Qin Wangchuan's emergence from seclusion was only told to Chu Wujiu.

That guy specifically said before that when he came out of seclusion, he wanted me to be the first to know.

Apart from that, no one else was alerted.

So at this moment, Jiang Xuanli, deep in the palace, was unaware of the situation.

The Phoenix Court of the Central Province Dynasty.

The hall was very quiet, with calming incense burning in the gilded beast-shaped incense burner, a wisp of smoke rising straight up.

Jiang Xuanli sat by the window, dressed in a vermilion palace gown embroidered with golden phoenixes. Her black hair was styled into a high bun, and a red-gold phoenix hairpin with kingfisher feathers was inserted diagonally into her temple, with the tassels hanging down just above the corners of her eyes.

She raised her hand to support her forehead, and with that slight movement, a few strands of her unbound black hair fell down, half-covering her phoenix eyes, but unable to conceal the innate sharpness within them.

At this moment, however, his eyes lacked luster, and his brows were furrowed, revealing a headache he could barely suppress.

Her father's abdication was a great thing for her.

But this happened so suddenly.

Without any warning, an abdication edict was issued.

Unfortunately, the imperial edict only mentioned abdication, without specifying a new emperor, leaving the throne undecided. This move stirred up a storm of undercurrents throughout the court.

She thought about it over and over again.

"This matter is absolutely inseparable from my third brother's involvement."

Within the Imperial Dynasty, only three people truly deserved that chair.

The Eldest Princess Jiang Xuanli, the second prince Jiang Kan, the third prince Jiang Lixin, and the fourth Princess Jiang Mianyue.

Jiang Kan had never coveted the throne and was happy to enjoy his leisure.

That little brat, Fourth Princess Jiang Mianyue, has also sent quite a few gifts to the Qin Clan, her ambition is obvious.

I had to give myself a good talking-to a while ago before I started to behave myself a bit.

What truly troubled her was the Third Prince.

No matter how much she tapped on it, the other end acted as if nothing was wrong, making frequent movements, restless and unwilling to quiet down for a moment.

One truckload after another was delivering things to the Qin Clan, and their attentiveness only made her more uneasy.

"Princess, there's no need to worry," a trusted aide standing nearby reassured her softly. "No matter how much the Third Prince stirs things up, it's all in vain."

"After all, the person standing behind you is that very person."

That person refers to Qin Wangchuan.

The words were well-intentioned, but Jiang Xuanli could only manage a bitter smile.

She and Qin Wangchuan had indeed had some dealings.

But that person's attitude remained lukewarm throughout, polite yet distant, leaving one completely unable to understand them, let alone feel close to them.

What truly made Jiang Xuanli uneasy was not this distance.

Rather, she realized something.

Ultimately, someone like Qin Wangchuan is never short of Exceptional Talent people around him.

His talent was astonishing, even comparable to the Peak Prodigy cultivated by the Three Heavenly Emperor Clans, such as Qin Kuangge, Zhou Su, and Chu Qingyan.

But in his eyes, it wasn't anything special.

The only things that set him apart from others, things he could boast about, were the Central Province Dynasty behind him and his own handsome appearance.

But these two things can't be used as bargaining chips.

By helping her ascend to the throne, he could gain both the Imperial Dynasty and his own body.

If you help your third brother ascend to the throne, you can still gain the same benefits, right?

The only difference is the person sitting on the throne.

Regardless of who Qin Wangchuan ultimately helped, it didn't matter to him what he gained.

Just thinking about it makes me lose most of my confidence.

The more I think about it, the more irritable I become.

Jiang Xuanli simply got up, pushed open the door, and went out.

A gust of wind blew through the hall, causing the crimson palace dress to cling to her body. The wide sleeves fluttered, outlining the full curves of her chest, while her slightly protruding belly rose and fell with her breath, exuding an indescribable sexiness.

She herself didn't care at all. She simply raised her hand to tuck the wind-blown hair behind her ear, walked to the corridor, held onto the railing, and looked at the endless Imperial Dynasty before her.

Being born into the imperial family, one can rise to heaven in an instant or Myriad Tribulations, often separated by only a fine line.

After a long while, Jiang Xuanli raised her head and cast her gaze toward the magnificent Qin Clan in the distance, murmuring silently to herself.

"The Wangchuan..."

If that marriage had gone through, calling him that would have been perfectly natural.

But what does it matter now?

Only when no one is around do I dare to utter that phrase.

Even if you actually meet him, you can only politely address him as "Divine Son".

Thinking of this, the feelings in her heart became even more indescribable.

I just kept staring at it.

Sudden.

From the direction of the Qin Clan, a beam of light suddenly rose from the ground and shot straight into the sky, illuminating half of the sky as bright as day.

Has someone in the Qin Clan broken through to a higher level?

Indeed, that's the Qin Clan; they have countless outstanding members.

At first, Jiang Xuanli didn't pay much attention.

But as she gazed at the ever-growing, lingering pillar of light, she gradually sensed something was amiss.

Such an earth-shattering spectacle is something no ordinary person could pull off.

Could it be--

A cold, aloof figure flashed through my mind without warning.

Jiang Xuanli's breath hitched, and her hand gripping the railing tightened unconsciously.

"It's him... who has emerged from seclusion."