While Zhao Linchuan lay sprawled on the bed, grinding his teeth as he plotted how to "get even" and restore his authority as a husband, something earth-shaking happened thousands of miles away in the Star Luo Empire.
The imperial tombs of the Star Luo Empire had been robbed.
The circumstances were strange. The imperial tombs stood atop Dragon Mountain, outside the imperial capital of Star Luo City, and had always been guarded by heavily armed troops, with strict precautions in place.
Yet a few days ago, when the court official in charge of cleaning went into the tombs to pay his respects as usual, the sight before him nearly scared him out of his wits.
The tomb gates stood wide open, the passageways were in disarray, and the coffins of the emperors of past generations had been overturned. The gold and silver, jade artifacts, antiques, and paintings buried with them had all been ransacked. Even several gold bricks from the floor had been pried up and taken!
Even more horrifying, the remains of the emperors and empresses of past generations had vanished without a trace!
The court official collapsed on the spot, then scrambled and crawled back to the palace to report it.
The Star Luo Emperor was reviewing memorials in his imperial study when he heard the news. He froze for a moment, then his face flushed red and his chest heaved violently. He shot to his feet, wanting to say something, but his vision suddenly went black.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
The attendants cried out and rushed forward, only to see the talented and ambitious emperor fall straight backward. He had been angered unconscious.
Everyone was thrown into chaos. Only after a healing Soul Master arrived and revived him did the situation improve.
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