The birth of the Crown Prince completely overturned the power structure of the Star Empire, especially in the harem filled with desire and despair.

Lin Feng bestowed the name Lin Tianyou upon the eldest prince.

God's Blessed Child.

Its meaning is self-evident.

The entire empire was plunged into a three-month-long celebration.

A general amnesty was granted, and the whole world rejoiced. Countless rewards flowed like water to Tianxuan Palace and to the maternal family of Consort Xihuang, Su Qinghe.

Su Qinghe, having gained status through her son, was officially bestowed the title of "Imperial Noble Consort Xihuang," second only to the Queen in rank, and even showing signs of rivaling her.

The remaining concubines, especially those candidates for "Holy Mother," went completely mad.

Prince!

Your Majesty, you really can give birth to a prince!

The "Report on the Bloodline of Gods" did not lie! The so-called curse that "mortal bloodlines cannot produce male offspring" is real! And now, this curse has been broken!

The one who broke the curse was Consort Xihuang, Su Qinghe, and her so-called "immaculate holy body," which was "one in ten thousand."

They stopped doubting and stopped observing. Their goal became unprecedentedly unified—to replicate Su Qinghe's success!

For a time, all the jealousy and intrigue within the Palace of Ten Thousand Phoenixes were temporarily forgotten.

Everyone's energy was devoted to researching the ultimate question: "How can we most effectively carry on the bloodline of God?"

They obtained all the monitoring data from the Imperial Academy of Sciences regarding Consort Xihuang's pregnancy through various channels and analyzed it word by word.

Su Qinghe's recipes were treated like gospel. They ate whatever she ate.

Whatever spices she used for bathing, they used the same spices.

They listened to whatever music she listened to.

Murong Yan took this imitation to the extreme.

She even spent a huge sum of money to buy a genetic map of Su Qinghe from the black market, and had the Murong family's research team analyze it day and night in an attempt to find out the secret of her "Immaculate Holy Body".

Amidst this nationwide frenzy, just six months later, a second piece of good news once again shook the empire.

Murong Yan is pregnant!

Furthermore, genetic testing three months later confirmed that he was also a prince!

If Su Qinghe's success had an element of chance and "extraordinary talent," then Murong Yan's success definitively proves that it is "replicable"!

Next, it was as if the first domino had been toppled.

Ayako Sakurai is pregnant! (Prince!)

Another high-born "Holy Mother" candidate is pregnant! And with a prince!

...

In less than two years, the empire has produced seven princes!

The power dynamics within the harem were reshuffled.

The "eldest son faction," led by Imperial Noble Consort Su Qinghe, and the "second son faction," led by Murong Yan and backed by a powerful military force, have subtly formed two major camps.

The other princes' mothers and concubines each attached themselves to different factions, turning the entire harem into a real, invisible battlefield.

Behind this revelry and strife, however, lies a place that has been completely forgotten.

Phoenix Palace.

Since the birth of the eldest prince, and the de facto "confinement" of Su Wanqing, this palace, which once symbolized the highest honor for women in the empire, has become a true cold palace.

Expenses were cut and servants were dismissed. The once bustling house was now deserted.

Su Wanqing is like a symbol abandoned by the times, quietly watching the world outside turn upside down.

As she listened to the news of the birth of one prince after another, her heart had long since become numb.

She had even grown accustomed to this forgotten, isolated life.

Her daily life consisted of spending time with her daughter, Lin Nianxue, teaching her to read and write, and passing on all her knowledge to her without reservation.

She no longer harbored any illusions about Lin Feng.

She no longer had any desire for power.

All she wanted was to stay by her daughter's side and peacefully pass away from this long and desperate life.

However, fate often plays a cruel joke on people when they are at their most desperate.

On this day, Shen Jiaqi, the only "old sister" who still insisted on coming to pay her respects every month, arrived at Fengyi Palace with a complicated expression.

"Your Majesty." Shen Jiaqi bowed and dismissed the attendants.

"Jiaqi, you've arrived." Su Wanqing was teaching Lin Nianxue to write. She didn't even look up, her tone indifferent. "Sit down. Xiazhu, bring tea."

“Your Majesty, there’s no need.” Shen Jiaqi’s voice trembled slightly. “I have come today because there is something that might… rekindle your hope.”

"Hope?" Su Wanqing laughed self-deprecatingly and put down her pen. "Jiaqi, you know, I no longer have that kind of thing."

Shen Jiaqi took a deep breath, took out a document from her bosom, and handed it over.

"This is a top-secret analysis report on the changes in Your Majesty's bloodline over the past two years, which I obtained from within the Academy of Sciences at great cost."

Su Wanqing finally shifted her gaze from her daughter's homework. She took the document with a puzzled look.

She thought this was just another boast about how powerful the "blood of God" was.

But when she opened the file and saw its contents, her eyes, which had long been calm and still, suddenly narrowed.

The report was extremely complex, filled with genetic terminology and energy model diagrams she couldn't understand. But the final conclusion was written with crystal clarity.

"...In conclusion, His Majesty's life form has undergone a fundamental and irreversible transformation in the past two years. The preliminary judgment is that after successfully giving birth to multiple male offspring containing his powerful bloodline, the overly domineering effect in his divine genes, which rejected and assimilated all mortal genes, has been effectively released and neutralized."

"His bloodline energy is transitioning from 'absolute repulsion' to 'selective compatibility'. In short, His Majesty seems to be slowly returning from a pure, lofty 'god' to someone closer to a 'demigod,' or rather, a 'human' with divine blood."

"The most direct evidence is this: now, theoretically, any healthy female who has had a deep life connection with Your Majesty will have a certain probability of bearing Your Majesty's bloodline and giving birth to offspring. The sex of their offspring will no longer be entirely determined by the 'soil' level of the mother, but will return to a more natural, random probability..."

Su Wanqing's breathing became rapid.

Her hands were trembling violently.

She read that conclusion over and over again.

"Selective compatibility..."

"Returning to... random probability..."

What does this mean?

This means that... Lin Feng's physique has changed!

Having a son is no longer the exclusive privilege of "chosen women" like Su Qinghe and Murong Yan!

In theory...

Theoretically, Su Wanqing could do it too!

She can have a son now!

This realization, like a lightning bolt tearing through endless darkness, struck fiercely into her already lifeless heart!

The ice of despair shattered inch by inch at this moment!

The spark of hope was rekindled amidst the ruins!

She suddenly raised her head, staring intently at Shen Jiaqi, her voice hoarse with excitement: "This...this is real?"

Shen Jiaqi nodded heavily, her eyes also shining with excitement: "Absolutely true! Moreover, I have also heard some news. Recently, His Majesty has been summoning the women of the harem less often. He has also begun to feel tired of the women in the Wanhuang Palace. He spends more time alone."

Su Wanqing's chest heaved violently.

She looked out the window at the Starry Garden that separated her from Lin Feng.

For two years, she never imagined she would have the chance to set foot there again.

But now, things are different.

She slowly stood up.

She walked to the mirror and looked at herself in it, who, though without makeup, was still stunningly beautiful.

Her eyes changed.

No longer empty, no longer numb.

Instead, there was a strong, undisguised desire, like that of a hungry wolf.

It is the desire to survive, the desire for power, and a frantic yearning for the future.

"Xia Zhu!" she called out loudly.

"Yes, sir!"

"Pass on my orders! Open all the long-sealed storerooms in Fengyi Palace! Take out all my phoenix robes and jewelry! Notify all my former subordinates, tell them that I am returning!"

"Go! Bring out that 'Phoenix Robe' that His Majesty personally draped over me when he ascended the throne, woven from starlight feathers and mermaid tears!"

"Tonight, I will personally go to pay my respects to His Majesty!"

Her voice was filled with unquestionable authority.

After two years of silence, the aura of the Empress of the Empire returned to her once more.

A relieved smile appeared on Shen Jiaqi's face. She knew she had made the right bet.

The true mistress of the empire is finally about to awaken from her slumber.