The afternoon sun streamed through the carved wooden windows of Listening Rain Pavilion, dappling the bluestone floor of the main hall.
A gentle breeze slipped through the half-open window lattice, carrying the warmth of early summer and sweeping Snow Empress's long, soft notes toward the distant streets.
After one shock and sorrow after another, the atmosphere in the teahouse had finally softened, warmed by the tenderness of the three women.
Ning Rongrong cupped her cheeks in both hands, her clear, sparkling eyes alight.
She blinked and looked at Su Chen on the elevated platform before asking in a bright voice, "Mr. Su, since Desolate Heaven Emperor had those three beloved confidantes, did he leave behind any children?"
As she spoke, a deep look of envy spread across Ning Rongrong's face, and she sighed softly.
"If only I could have been one of Desolate Heaven Emperor's children. That would make me the happiest person in the world."
"Your father would be an Immortal Emperor who swept through the ages. He could make the myriad worlds tremble with a single stomp. With a background like that, who would dare provoke you?"
"Even the Divine Realm's gods would probably politely step aside if they saw him coming."
When Ning Rongrong finished speaking, many in the hall stroked their beards and nodded in agreement.
Dai Tianfeng leaned back in his chair, picked up the hot tea beside him, and blew away the foam. "Of course."
"The children of emperors are born into wealth. The bloodline of an Immortal Emperor would surely place his children above all living beings from the moment they were born, destined to enjoy prosperity and peace throughout the myriad worlds."
A few relaxed chuckles rang through the hall.
Everyone felt that after all the suffering Shi Hao had endured in