The Foundation of Absolute Power

The deep, rugged voice outside penetrated the room through the formation, immediately making the antique bronze ornaments on the incense table in the corner hum and tremble.

A moment of silence passed.

Before Xu Yuan could reply, a woman's voice rang out within the quiet room.

"Looks like no one's taught that old bastard a lesson in a very long time."

The Nine Dragons Pavilion chamber was not particularly spacious, simple yet profound, with only piles of documents heaped like mountains atop the desk.

Lou Ji wore a form-fitting purple qipao that traced the soft, slender curves of her figure, with a white fur capelet draped over her shoulders. Leaning against the armrest of the main seat, she rested one hand on Xu Yuan's shoulder while gently stroking his hair with the other.

Upon hearing the voice from outside, Lou Ji's movements immediately froze. Her pair of gorgeous violet eyes turned toward the door, and her enchanting, sweet voice carried a chilling coldness:

"He dares break any rule and berate anyone he pleases. Does he really think Ink Hidden Pavilion is the command headquarters of his Black Scale Army?"

As she spoke, Lou Ji rose from the armrest of Xu Yuan's chair and started toward the door.

Publicly or privately, she had to make that old bastard outside remember the distinction between ruler and subject.

But after taking only a few steps, Xu Yuan's slightly weary voice stopped her:

"Big Sis!"

Lou Ji's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Looking back, she said softly:

"Changtian, Zong Qingsheng broke the rules. He needs to be punished. If this keeps happening, who will still respect you as the Crown Prince of the Prime Minister's Estate?"

Xu Yinhe had already proclaimed Changtian's status as the legitimate heir at the Privy Council meeting. Other than Xu