The Seventh Prince had never expected that in a single day, the Tigerfolk Kingdom's skies would change. He, someone who had never held any hope of inheriting the throne, could actually inherit it—and without doing anything at all. It had come far too easily, as if handed to him for nothing. Nor had he known that his mother and sister had sacrificed their bodies.
Hu Linger and Hu Wangchan had originally been somewhat worried, but the matter had been resolved so quickly that it exceeded even their expectations. Now, their faces were filled with delighted surprise.
The next day, the Seventh Prince ascended the throne. His mother, sister, beautiful attendants, and guards were absent, for at that moment, in gratitude for Zhao Fu's kindness, they were wholeheartedly serving him. Naturally, the Empress had been summoned as well.
After enjoying the women's bodies, Zhao Fu obtained what he wanted: the Tigerfolk Kingdom's ancestral item. It was a palm-sized piece of irregularly shaped orange amber, giving off a faint orange glow. Its color was quite beautiful.
Zhao Fu held the amber and fused it into his body. It contained the purest Tigerfolk power, which spread through him. The force was extremely powerful, directly stirring up a wave of air that swept outward in all directions.
A powerful orange radiance shone from Zhao Fu's body, and a phantom image of a Tigerfolk emerged from within him before fading away.
Zhao Fu had already fused with that immense power of the Tigerfolk. A stabbing pain struck his back again, and an orange Tigerfolk totem slowly appeared there.
Sensing the Tigerfolk totem on his back, Zhao Fu smiled in satisfaction. Next, it was time to leave with the others.
The Seventh Prince tried hard to persuade Zhao Fu to stay. This time, he had mainly