The Eighth Fairy insisted that she was not stupid, but whether she was or not, Haotian locked her up in the end.
Having already lost one daughter, Haotian did not want to lose another. Even if his worries might be needless, he refused to take the slightest risk. As for Yang Jian... he would have to leave that to fate. He could no longer concern himself with so much.
"Ah..." After a group of junior immortal officials led Lu'er away, Haotian sighed, overcome with helplessness.
That night, Ao Yue returned to the Heavenly Sovereign's Divine Hall. As usual, he brought back a stack of memorials he had not yet had time to handle, intending to work through the night and finish them all.
When it came to diligence in governance, he was truly far more competent than Gungun.
Gungun usually left such trivial matters to his senior ministers to review. In his own words, unless it was something that shook heaven and earth, they were not to bother him. He had already become the Heavenly Emperor, yet he still had to deal with all that crap? Where was the justice in this Primordial World?
Of course, Ao Yue was not Gungun. Rather than leaving everything to his subordinates, he preferred to handle matters himself. Only then could he understand them precisely and avoid being hoodwinked by those beneath him.
"Your consort pays her respects, Your Majesty!" Heavenly Consort Cunxin, who had already returned from her stroll through the gardens, learned that Ao Yue was back and immediately brought her bridesmaids to greet him. Looking rather happy, she bowed to Ao Yue, who had already taken his seat at the head of the hall and was about to review the memorials.
At her voice, Ao Yue looked down. Seeing the