Yet that confusion vanished in the blink of an eye.
Yun Yuhe quickly came back to her senses and resumed beating Wang Youyue senseless, cursing as she did so. "You little bastard, your tricks for dealing with your mother are getting fresher by the day. You can even spin such absurd nonsense now?"
That beating jolted Wang Youyue out of his memories.
His awareness had only just returned to reality, and before he could sort through his thoughts, the pain made him howl again. "Mom, it's real! It's true! I wasn't making it up! Ow, Mom, I really suspect I'm the reincarnation of an Immortal Emperor!"
"Get lost! Do you take your mother for a fool? You think I'll believe you just because you put on a little act?"
"I feel like I really am—"
"So what if you are? Does being an Immortal Emperor reincarnate mean you can lie flat? That you can become addicted to games? Does it mean your mother can't beat you anymore?"
"..."
Miserable—truly miserable—
Nearby, Wang Youxuan could not bear to watch and covered his eyes.
Fortunately, his usual behavior was merely so-so, and his mother Ying Lingzhu did not have such a fiery temper.
Meanwhile, even after being brutally beaten, Wang Youyue still failed to escape his fate. Yun Yuhe grabbed him like a chick and dragged him all the way to the military camp.
At the same time.
Luojing.
Divine Palace of Final Judgment.
Hall of Self-Reflection.
The broad divine-wood desk, patched with a seam, still stood in its original place. However, the mountain-like stack of memorials atop it had shrunk considerably, and the Saint Kings and ministers who had once gathered in the Hall of Self-Reflection at every turn had now dispersed.
Behind the desk, the Divine Emperor Cangping finished