As the Vermilion Bird's figure gradually disappeared into the horizon, Jun Feiran let out a long sigh.

"I hope you don't follow in your mother's footsteps."

Heaven has been cruel enough to the Jun family; I can only hope that Heaven will be kinder to this girl.

"Your Highness."

Lin Xuguang appeared behind Jun Feiran.

"Yes, issue my order: summon the senior officials, and... seal off the entire capital and search for Jun Feize's whereabouts. Once found, imprison him in the imperial prison to await his fate."

"yes."

Lin Xuguang left.

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The sun had completely pierced through the clouds, shining on every corner of the continent and bathing the people in its warmth, giving them a sense of hope.

For them, sunshine is hope!

Jun Feiran had the good news that the crisis on the southern island had been resolved announced, and the people who had been holding their breath finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Jun Feize also ordered that Liuyue be made a princess.

The only princess of the Ghost Realm!

"This Princess Liuyue is a descendant of the Third Princess from back then!"

"Yes, we owe the success of clearing the miasma from the Southern Islands to Princess Liuyue!"

"But... isn't Princess Liuyue of divine blood?"

"So what? If it weren't for Princess Liuyue, you and I would have been dead long ago!"

"Yes, since the Ghost King has bestowed upon her the title of princess, it means she is in our Ghost Realm's camp!"

With such strong support, it is great news for the currently impoverished Ghost Realm!

Moreover, if it weren't for Liuyue, they would still be living in fear of being devoured by the miasma.

In just half a month, the Ghost Realm has returned to its former state, and most importantly, the people of the Ghost Realm can now leave!

This means they are free, no longer living under the fear of the temple's oppression.

This is incredibly good news for the people of the Ghost Realm!

In a corner of the capital, a middle-aged man in tattered clothes and with a stubble beard was huddled up.

His disheveled hair covered most of his face, and he reeked of a nauseating stench.

At this moment, he stared at the steamed bun shop not far away.

At that moment, a white steamed bun fell to the ground.

The beggar rushed forward, grabbed a white bun from the ground, and started eating it.

He was so hungry.

"You filthy beggar, how dare you steal my steamed bun!"

The owner of the steamed bun shop spotted him and kicked him, yelling, "Hand it over!"

The beggar grabbed the steamed bun and desperately stuffed it into his mouth, enduring four or five kicks in the process.

Roll to the side.

Just then, a patrolling guard walked by, and the beggar limped away.