Meeting Her Majesty the Empress! [Fourth Update]

"Now, become my puppets!"

"Innate Divine Ability—Heavenly Illusion."

Everyone felt a thunderous explosion in their minds.

Powerful mental energy pierced into their sea of consciousness.

They wanted to resist, to struggle, to shout—but their bodies no longer obeyed.

They could only watch helplessly as their bodies, like marionettes, were completely controlled by Yan Lingji.

Even more terrifying was the countless unfamiliar commands forcibly implanted into their sea of consciousness—loyalty, obedience, no resistance.

But it wasn't like controlling the puppets of the Duke's Mansion or the Black Cloud Chamber of Commerce—

Without independent consciousness, only some set memories, obediently following orders.

They still retained their independent consciousness, but their bodies were forcibly acting against their will.

Yan Lingji felt that making them lose consciousness and become puppets would be the greatest reward.

She wanted them to retain their independent consciousness, but their bodies to be forcibly controlled.

Watching their bodies forcibly occupy the Heaven Dou Imperial City and ascend the throne.

The regret, annoyance, resentment, and venom in their hearts would only bring her more pleasure.

Of course, for her possessive master, she had naturally added special settings to their consciousness—

If they dared to glance at them, if they dared to have lustful or lewd thoughts, they would strike their own demonic cores.

After all, they were their master's forbidden playthings, their master's possessions, and their own beauty could only be dedicated to their master.

As for the trash who dared to covet them, they might as well not be men anymore.

Hehehehehe.

The moment Yan Lingji cast her innate divine ability and completed the setup, a few nobles cursed "demoness" in their hearts with venom.

As soon as the thought arose—

"Slap!"

Their hands involuntarily rose and slapped themselves hard.

"Ah—!"

Another person harbored evil thoughts and slapped their own face fiercely with both hands.

And when it came to having wicked thoughts about beautiful women, these nobles were certainly not lacking in such intentions.

Moreover, Yan Lingji was such a peerlessly enchanting beauty.

And the person before them was so terrifying that effective resistance was impossible.

They could only harbor wicked thoughts in their hearts.

But as soon as the thought arose, their hands involuntarily struck their own demonic cores.

"Bang!"

"Ah—! My... my balls!"

Screams erupted one after another.

Their hands frantically beat their lower bodies, each blow landing solidly, twisting their faces in pain, but their hands couldn't stop.

"Stop! Stop! I don't want to do it anymore! Help!"

Another count tried to shut his mouth, but his mouth uncontrollably opened, and his teeth bit down hard on his own tongue.

Blood trickled down the corners of his mouth.

The others in the hall watched with pale faces and trembling bodies.

They didn't know what was happening, but seeing the miserable state of those people, they no longer dared to have any thoughts of resistance.

"Heh, you trash, how dare you covet me? You're like a toad wanting to eat swan meat."

"Since you dare to think it, it's normal to lose those things."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the nobles, ministers, and the Heaven Dou Emperor present understood.

What these people were thinking had led them to strike their own demonic cores so fiercely.

For a moment, everyone restrained their thoughts.

Fearing that they too would strike their own demonic cores like those guys.

For a man, being so brutally struck in the demonic core was no different from being dead.

This devil before them was too terrifying.

However, not long after, someone began to slap their own mouths fiercely again—

Clearly, they had thought of something to curse Yan Lingji in their minds.

Then, their hands were uncontrollably raised by the setting in their minds, and they repeatedly slapped their own mouths.

Yan Lingji scanned the hall with satisfaction.

"Very good."

She withdrew her gaze and slowly walked from the center of the hall towards the imperial throne.

Her black and red long skirt trailed over the red carpet, nine snow-white fox tails swaying gently behind her.

Her heels tapped on the stone floor, emitting crisp sounds, each one like a hammer blow to everyone's heart.

Above the throne, the golden armrests gleamed coldly in the candlelight.

This was the seat the Heaven Dou Emperor had occupied for decades.

Yan Lingji stood before the throne and raised her hand, a ball of flame condensing in her palm.

"Hoo—"

She flung the flame, landing it on the throne.

The seat, armrests, and back were instantly engulfed in azure flames.

The tongues of fire licked at the gold, emitting a "sizzling" sound.

Everyone in the hall widened their eyes, unsure of what she was doing.

A moment later, the flames extinguished.

The throne remained golden.

"Just disinfecting it."

Yan Lingji chuckled lightly, turned, and lazily leaned back on the throne.

Her black and red long skirt spread out, her nine snow-white fox tails fanned out behind her, making her look like a seductive demoness.

She crossed her legs, tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest, her peach blossom eyes slightly raised as she scanned the crowd.

"Aren't you going to kneel?"

Her voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable pressure.

Everyone in the hall promptly knelt on the red carpet beneath the throne—

not willingly, but their bodies were out of their control.

The nobles' faces were contorted, the court officials' foreheads touched the ground, and the guards knelt on one knee.

The Heaven Dou Emperor knelt at the very front, trembling all over, his old face flushed crimson.

Humiliation, unwillingness, and anger churned in his chest.

But his body simply refused to obey, kneeling rigidly, unable even to lift his head.

As the Emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, having sat on the throne for decades, he was now being forced to kneel before a woman and kowtow to her.

Damn it.

His heart twisted with rage and resentment.

But soon, something implanted in his mind caused him to slap his own face fiercely.

His eyes suddenly cleared a little.

Many others were in a similar situation.

Thus, a very bizarre scene unfolded:

Everyone was kneeling towards Yan Lingji, but some were bizarrely taking turns slapping their own faces with their hands.

Even more horrifying, some were viciously striking their own groins, screaming shrilly.

After all, some people never learned their lesson.

But when someone struck their groin again, everyone else trembled.

Combined with Yan Lingji's earlier words, they no longer dared to entertain such thoughts.

Slapping one's face was one thing, but striking one's groin—they wouldn't even be men anymore.

What's more, for some who were already old and frail, it was even more unbearable to be striking their own groins in their twilight years.

Xiaomeng pouted upon seeing this scene.

This situation was undoubtedly Yan Lingji's wicked sense of humor.

No, it could even be said that it was the work of the person within her.

And that person was also extremely possessive.

From beginning to end, Na'er, standing in a corner, watched the surroundings with curiosity.

She found the grand spectacle utterly indescribable.

"Let's go, Na'er, go sit next to your Sister Lingji."

Na'er received Jiang Ce's instruction and slowly walked up.

As she walked, she observed the bizarre scene unfolding in the palace.

She then ascended to the side of the throne, where Yan Lingji pulled her into an embrace, seating her right beside it.

"Na'er, how do you feel right now?"

"Big Sister, Na'er does not know."

Na'er remained somewhat shy, unsure of how she should act in such a situation.

"Na'er only needs to be a well-behaved Protector Princess, that is all."

Yan Lingji let out a delicate laugh, her gaze then sweeping over the many nobles, ministers, and even the Heaven Dou Emperor below.

At this moment, as the thoughts in their minds had slightly subsided, their movements had already come to a halt.

Apart from those who had harbored evil intentions and struck out at the Demon Pill, whose legs were now pooling with blood after they had been forcibly knocked unconscious by the pain, the others had faces swollen like pig heads from the forced self-slapping.

"What are you still waiting for?"

Yan Lingji's voice was languid as she looked down at the many nobles below.

"Pay respects to Her Majesty the Empress--!"

A guard, whether manipulated or acting of his own volition, was the first to shout out.

The sound echoed throughout the vast grand hall.

Immediately following, more people began to speak.

"Pay respects to Her Majesty the Empress!"

"Pay respects to Her Majesty the Empress!"

"Pay respects to Her Majesty the Empress!"