"Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you quickly perform a ritual to offer a sacrifice to the Demon Lord?" Su Mutianjun asked anxiously.

However, after he glanced at Ran Qiyue, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, his tone softened a bit: "My dear Ran, what's the problem?"

Since the unborn child in the belly of the Laifeng Kingdom's Princess Zhengjun would threaten his kingdom and throne, Su Mutianjun was equally eager to get rid of the other party, regardless of whether the other party was his nephew Su Mulige or not.

"Your Majesty, you don't know..." Ran Qiyue looked up at the dark night sky outside the hall and said leisurely, "Legend has it that the Demon Lord was the overlord of the Demon Realm that existed in ancient times. He had great magical powers and coexisted with the God Realm, the Underworld, the Human Realm, the Demon Realm, the Spirit Realm, and the Beast Realm. However, this Demon Realm is extremely mysterious and no one knows where it is."

"Later, a war broke out among the six realms, with the Demon Realm being the only one not to participate. The demon race was annihilated by Xingyue, the goddess of the Dark Temple of the Underworld, and the demon realm disappeared from then on. The human race, the elves, and the beast race also declined after the war, leaving only the gods and the lords of the underworld to continue to rule the world."

Su Mutianjun was puzzled when he heard this, "My dear Ran, according to what you said, since this Demon Lord is so mysterious, how can we ask him to take action?"

"Your Majesty, I have just said it, sacrifice." Ran Qiyue covered his aching chest and answered Su Mutianjun's words with difficulty. Every time he said one more word, he felt heartbroken.

Hearing Ran Qiyue's words, Su Mutianjun felt a little relieved, but he heard him say indifferently: "This is very easy. My dear Ran, whether you need three animals or six, as many as you need, just ask."

"No." Ran Qiyue shook her head, her expression slightly solemn. "Your Majesty, the Demon Lord is moody and acts according to his mood. Legend has it that he loves to collect human souls, and people often sacrifice their souls in exchange for what he wants. If Your Majesty is willing, perhaps you can ask him to take action."

"Sacrificing my soul?" Su Mutianjun couldn't help but frown. "Without my soul, wouldn't I become a fool? Then what's the point of me still having this vast kingdom and being the emperor?"

When Su Mutianjun thought about himself becoming a stupid person who knew nothing except his body's instinctive reactions and perceptions, he suddenly felt a chill and rejected Ran Qiyue's proposal both physically and mentally.

"Your Majesty, it doesn't mean that you have to use your own soul. You can use the soul of someone closely related to you. Of course, the purer the soul, the better, or it can be a soul with some strong obsession." Ran Qiyue explained.

Su Mutianjun nodded slightly, "I have three thousand beauties in my harem, you can pick any one to sacrifice."

"Your Majesty, no. It can only be someone who is your blood relative, such as... parents, children, grandchildren..." Ran Qiyue added.

Su Mutianjun thought to himself that this Demon Lord was truly troublesome, but his father, the Emperor, and his mother, the Empress, had long since passed away. Although he had many sons and daughters, none of them had given him any grandchildren. Therefore, the soul to be sacrificed would probably have to be chosen from among the sons and daughters...

After some thought, Su Mutianjun had already made up his mind, "My dear Ran, in your opinion, which of my princes and princesses' souls is most suitable for sacrifice?"

"Your Majesty..." Ran Qiyue closed her eyes slightly, then opened them again, saying seriously and earnestly, "If Your Majesty is willing, I think... Crown Prince Su Mulihan is the most suitable..."

Su Mutianjun flew into a rage upon hearing this: "Crown Prince? Ran Qiyue, are you crazy? If you sacrifice the Crown Prince's soul, wouldn't he become an idiot?"

"Your Majesty, please be patient. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not only the eldest son of you and the Empress, but also the current Crown Prince of our Zhaoyang Kingdom..."

Ran Qiyue paused for a moment and continued to bewitch him, "The Crown Prince has sufficient weight, both in terms of his bloodline and status. After all, you want the lives of the two unborn children in the belly of the Laifeng Kingdom's Princess Zhengjun. If his weight is not enough, the Demon Lord may not look down on him..."

"This..." Su Mutianjun was immediately in a dilemma. After all, he and Empress Qin Shuyao only had one legitimate son. If the Crown Prince was deposed, they would have to choose from among the illegitimate princes. Su Mutianjun, who always valued the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children, couldn't help but hesitate.

Seeing that Su Mutianjun was hesitant, Ran Qiyue could only remind him again, "Your Majesty, it's almost dawn. According to my calculations, the fetus in the belly of the Laifeng Kingdom's Princess Zhengjun will be born in another day and night. By then, it will be impossible to reverse the situation..."

"Forget it..." Su Mu Tianjun sighed slowly, a look of sadness on his face as he said, "For the sake of the vast territory of Zhaoyang Kingdom and the foundation of my Su Mu family, it seems... I have no choice but to sacrifice the crown prince!"

Then, Su Mutianjun changed the subject and said sternly, "Ran Qiyue, this matter must succeed, failure is not allowed. Otherwise, I will definitely break your neck!"

"Your Majesty... obeys!" Ran Qiyue, lying on a stretcher on the floor, bowed slightly instead of kneeling. Unseen by Su Mutianjun, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Meanwhile, in the Laifeng Kingdom's palace, Nalan Yunzhi, after some hesitation, finally left the Purple Star Hall and headed towards the East Palace. She was followed by Ouyang Yuming, six stable officials, and the entire Imperial Hospital's staff, led by its director, Du Zhongchun.

However, before she could reach the East Palace, she saw the commander of the inner court guards, Murong Jinghe, leading people to capture the assassins.

"What happened?" Nalan Yunzhi looked at the busy guards in confusion.

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