Zhu Zhuqing headed to the prison. The Heavenly Emperor wielded supreme authority and bore a crushing weight of responsibility

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanwan gently shook her head. "It's not a matter of 'using troops'."

"It's just that there are some restless ancient clans within the Primordial Ancient Mine who have been causing trouble in recent years. His Majesty wants to make them realize their place, not to truly exterminate them."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, seemingly understanding, "Is that so?"

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

Jiang Wanwan then changed the subject, her gaze falling on Zhu Zhuqing's clothes.

"You've been in Heavenly Court for several days now, yet you're still wearing old clothes."

"This outfit, though neat, offers no protection whatsoever and is unsuitable for your future status."

"Come on, I'll take you to get a 'magic robe'."

"Vestments?"

Zhu Zhuqing was slightly curious; this word was quite new to her.

For a moment, she couldn't help but look at Jiang Wanwan's flowing fairy dress, which seemed to gather the radiance of stars and moon, and a hint of envy flashed in her eyes.

The dress was not only beautiful, but it also subtly exuded an energy fluctuation that made her heart flutter, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary item.

"Yes, it's one of the standard garments for Heavenly Court maids, and it has basic functions such as protection, purification, and dust repellency."

Jiang Wanwan stood up and gestured for Zhu Zhuqing to follow.

The two left the room, passed through the winding palace complex, and headed towards the outer area of Ninefold Heavenly Towers.

The route was shrouded in ethereal mist, dotted with exotic flowers and rare herbs. Occasionally, celestial soldiers and officials dressed in various armors or robes would hurry by, and they would all bow respectfully to Jiang Wanwan.

As Zhu Zhuqing followed, she asked curiously, "Sister Wanwan, where are we going to get our robes?"

"Go to the workshop in the 'women's prison'."

Jiang Wanwan continued walking, explaining calmly, "Most of the everyday clothes for you newly recruited maids are sewn by the female prisoners there who have decent skills."

"If you are promoted to steward in the future, a dedicated weapon refiner will craft a magic-grade robe for you."

"Women's prison?"

Zhu Zhuqing was taken aback. "Female prisoners need to have clothes made?"

"Labor reform," Jiang Wanwan smiled, "I don't know where His Majesty got that term from."

"In the past, when we caught criminals whose crimes didn't warrant the death penalty, we simply locked them up."

"But His Majesty said that this was too lenient on them, so he proposed the idea of labor reform."

"Is that so?" Zhu Zhuqing nodded, then asked curiously, "What about the male prisoners?"

Do they make clothes too?

"I'll make them." Jiang Wanwan chuckled, seemingly recalling something amusing. "But the clothes for the male prisoners..."

"Don't expect too much from the style or the stitching. They're fine with swords, but with embroidery needles? They'll be lucky if they can sew anything sturdy."

"However, perhaps because of this, the clothes they sew are mostly simple in style, but made of solid materials, making them exceptionally durable and wear-resistant."

"Your Majesty is benevolent. These clothes will not go to waste. Every year before winter arrives, local officials will register and distribute them free of charge to the poor and destitute common people to help them withstand the severe cold."

Zhu Zhuqing paused slightly, a genuine look of astonishment flashing in her eyes.

A free gift... to ordinary people?

In the Douluo Continent, Soul Master are high above, while mortals are like blades of grass.

Even in the Great Emperor Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empire, which pride themselves on "justice," the royal families and nobles always consider the interests of the Soul Master families and their own rule.

What powerful being has ever cared whether the lowest, most insignificant mortals were freezing?

now...

The Heavenly Emperor Hao, whose power can shatter stars with a mere wave of his hand and whose majesty is as imposing as a prison, would actually concern himself with such "trivial matters"?

Jiang Wanwan seemed to see through her thoughts, turned her head, and with a faint sense of pride on her face, said softly:

"You found this surprising?"

"Don't you think that His Majesty, such a supreme being, would pay attention to such trivial matters?"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded subconsciously.

"So," Jiang Wanwan turned back, gazing at the winding Immortal Road ahead, "What do you think the ' Heavenly Emperor ' is?"

"Is it merely because your strength is unparalleled in the universe that you can command the submission of all races?"

She paused slightly. "Strength is the foundation for becoming the Heavenly Emperor, but it is by no means everything."

"The true Heavenly Emperor wields supreme power, but also bears immense responsibility."

"The order he established protects all living beings, and the radiance he emits illuminates the heavens. He is not only a towering pillar that suppresses turmoil, but also a source of life-giving water that nourishes all things."

"Without compassion and responsibility for all living beings in one's heart, no matter how powerful one is, one is merely another mighty ' Ancient Emperor ' or ' Supreme,' not the one revered and truly worshipped by all races—His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor!"

These words struck Zhu Zhuqing like Jinglei, leaving her completely stunned.

She suddenly thought of Dai Mubai, the cold and cruel competition within the Star Luo Imperial Family family, and the indifference of the Great Emperor towards commoner Soul Master and ordinary people.

Compared to this Shrouding the Heavens, all-encompassing world, and the "trivial matters" performed by this unseen Heavenly Emperor Hao...

The difference in quality is immediately apparent, like comparing clouds to mud.

"I really want to see His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor again!"

Zhu Zhuqing was filled with anticipation. She stopped talking and quickened her pace to keep up with Jiang Wanwan.

The celestial mist parted before them, revealing a floating jade staircase leading to a lower-level celestial palace.

Below the steps, the sea of clouds churns, and the outline of a well-planned and relatively solemn architectural complex can be vaguely seen.

That was where the prison workshops were located.

The towering Xuantie gate was engraved with intricate restriction arrays, and two celestial soldiers in silver armor, their auras refined, stood before it, holding halberds.

Upon seeing Jiang Wanwan, they immediately knelt on one knee and said in unison:

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

Jiang Wanwan nodded slightly, her tone calm. "Get up."

"I'm bringing two sets of robes with my new maid; I want the best ones."

The guard on the left stood up and said respectfully, "Sir, please follow me."

Zhu Zhuqing followed Jiang Wanwan and stepped through the heavy door.

The scene inside was completely different from the gloomy prison cell she had imagined.

It was an extremely spacious courtyard-style workshop area, paved with bluestone and connected by corridors. In the bright workshops, dozens of people dressed in gray prison uniforms were working diligently.

Some were cutting fabric, some were threading needles, and some were ironing and tidying.

The workshop was well-lit, and you could even see a small flowerbed planted with spiritual herbs outside the window.

If it weren't for the prison uniforms worn by those people and the barely visible shackles on their wrists, this place would resemble a well-organized weaving workshop.

"This is the women's workshop, specializing in sewing the maids' everyday clothes and some of the heavenly soldiers' inner linings."

The guard explained as he walked, lowering his voice, "Further inside is the men's workshop, mainly responsible for durable outer robes, boots, and other similar items."

Zhu Zhuqing looked around curiously.

As she passed a workshop, she saw seven or eight women inside, heads bowed, sewing moon-colored dresses. The fabric shimmered softly in the light, clearly indicating it was no ordinary garment.

Meanwhile, inside a garment workshop.

Dai Mubai was impatiently learning to operate the sewing machine, but when he happened to look up, he was instantly stunned.