"But I'll give you a chance. You can be reincarnated into that household and rule the realm again one day. What do you say?"
The Imperial Lord's expression shifted again and again. He struggled with himself for a long time. Had anyone else said this, he might not have believed it.
But after witnessing Tang Changsheng's power with his own eyes, how could he doubt him?
At last, he could only cup his hands and say, "Then I thank you for giving me this chance, Imperial Lord!"
Tang Changsheng laughed heartily and swept his sleeve. The Imperial Lord turned into a streak of light and went off to be reborn.
At any other time, the Dragon Aura of the former dynasty clinging to him would have made reincarnation exceedingly difficult. But the Baleful Fire had just burned through his body, consuming every trace of that aura. Now he was clean and bare, ready to be reborn.
For the past few days, ever since Zhao Youlang had that dream, he had been unable to face his wife and had slept in his study.
Then, in the middle of the night, he heard shouts from the rear courtyard: "Fire! Fire!"
His heart lurched. He hurried toward the rear courtyard and saw flames rising from the bedchamber in the distance. His face drained of color, and he rushed inside. After all, he and his wife loved each other dearly.
But when he entered, he found that although the red light remained, it gave off no heat.
Looking closer, he saw that the light seemed to be coming from his wife's lower abdomen.
As his wife woke with a start, the red light gradually faded.
Startled again, Zhao Youlang began to suspect what had happened. "My lady, what was that just now?"
Madam Zhao