Mr. Fang touched Abao's little head and said, "Okay, thank you, little princess. I'll accept it and consider it as my purchase."

"Look, I saw it. Lord Fang is secretly helping those people from the Tiansheng Dynasty who have bad intentions." Lord Sun staggered over, obviously drunk.

Mr. Fang frowned, "Lord Sun, you are the prefect of Jingzhao, a second-rank official. If you get drunk and act crazy in broad daylight, it will be disgraceful if it gets out."

Mr. Sun is a popular figure promoted by Sikong Lin.

"You are old enough to manage everything, and you still care about my dignity. The country of Mu is no longer the era of you old-fashioned people. I can do whatever I want, what does it have to do with you?"

"Hmph, please help yourself!"

"Master Fang, could you please speak to me nicely? Be careful or I will report you to the new emperor."

"Let's talk about it when you can attend."

"Master Fang, you are too strong-willed. This will easily lead to losses. Your Fang family has been in decline. Defeat is a matter of time. Even the former god of the country is about to fall. I don't know what you are still holding on to.

If you talk to me nicely now, I might be able to help you when the Fang family falls into poverty someday."

"No need!" Mr. Fang strode away without giving Lord Sun any face.

Lord Sun secretly pouted.

He turned to look at A-Bao who was sitting in front of the stall, "Damn it! This stone must have been dug out from the toilet, how come it's so smelly and hard!"

Unable to bear the sight, Lord Sun gave him a kick.

However, the stone did not move, but his toe was swollen.

"What kind of crap is this? How dare you put it here for sale? Isn't it embarrassing?"

"We are not embarrassed, you are embarrassed, go back and take a look."

Lord Sun sneered, saying that the little princess always liked to say strange things.

Lord Sun snorted and turned away.

When I arrived at the gate of the mansion, before I even went in, I heard heart-wrenching cries.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Sun Daren's concubine cried until her eyes turned red, and she stamped her feet anxiously, "My son is lost, my son is lost..."

The Sun family has been a single-line family for eighteen generations. He is now over fifty years old and has only this one little son, who is only three years old.

Old age.

More precious than his life.

The only child of the Sun family, if he were to be abandoned, given his age and irregular sleep and rest schedule, it would be impossible for him to have children, which would undoubtedly cut off the Sun family's bloodline.

Mr. Sun was shocked, "How could it be lost? Did it go out to play with other friends?"

"No, I've looked for it. It's definitely lost. I haven't been able to find it for a whole day and night."

"What have you been doing for so long? Why are you telling me now?"

"Every time you leave court, you go out drinking with your colleagues. I never see you. How can I tell you that you don't care about me on weekdays, but now you blame me for losing the child. Wuwuwu, I will divorce you when I find the child!"

"Stop talking nonsense and go find it." Sun was sobered up instantly.

For some reason I thought of a baby voice.

"You are the one who is embarrassing."

This time, it's really embarrassing.

…

Fang family.

After Mr. Fang returned home, he placed the stone in front of his eldest son's window.

His eldest son was a man of both literary and military talents, extremely talented, and able to sense divine breath and communicate with gods.

It is the Fang family’s only hope!

He had the potential to be the top scholar, but last year when he was out for fun, he slipped and fell off a cliff. Not only did he miss the imperial examination held every three years, but he also never woke up again.

Now, it has been more than a year.

He knew in his heart that this might be man-made.

However, the majestic imperial power could not be shaken by a mere old minister like him.

Ever since he got into trouble, even the imperial decree passed down by the ancestors to the Fang family has become obsolete.

The divine breath gradually weakened and was almost gone.

"Is there any movement from the young master?"

The old butler shook his head, "It's still the same as always."

Mr. Fang would always ask about this matter when he came back every day.

Mr. Fang left the room with a sigh, without noticing that the muddy stone placed in front of the window was emitting a faint light, shining on Fang Wenxuan.

Fang Wenxuan's hand moved...

The housekeeper was watering the flowers and applying fertilizer in the yard when he suddenly saw a handsome young man in a white shirt standing in front of the door.

He was so frightened that the water bottle in his hand fell to the ground. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, "Grandpa... Young Master... Are you awake? Ah ah ah, Grandpa, Young Master is awake, wuwuwuwuwuwu, Young Master is awake."

The old butler went crazy and turned around and ran away, shouting so loudly that the entire Fang Mansion could hear him.

Mr. Fang walked over tremblingly, supported by the old housekeeper.

"Father."

Familiar voice, familiar person.

Mr. Fang's eyes turned red and his voice became hoarse. "Hey."

He had been waiting for a whole year to hear the word "Father". He thought he was going to lose his son.

"Thank God, you finally woke up."

For the first time, Mr. Fang burst into tears. "Hey, son, what are you holding in your hand?"

Why does it look so familiar?

"This is a clean stone. There is a divine aura on it. It is a divine stone."

"What the hell?" Old Master Fang's eyes widened. He was more shocked when he heard the word "divine breath" than when he saw his son wake up.

"Father, where is the imperial decree?"

Mr. Fang did not hesitate and took Fang Wenxuan to the ancestral hall to see the imperial edict.

The huge ancestral hall has no tablets for worshipping, only an imperial decree, similar to a waist badge for entering the palace, placed in the middle of the hall.

The imperial decree contains the divine breath of the former national god.

The Mu Kingdom worships the Son of Fortune, the Star.

Everything in the world, whether it is plants, animals or humans, has its own destiny.

Dogs have their own luck, humans have their own luck, and even gods have their own luck.

The Son of Destiny is a god born from the destiny of all things in heaven and earth. He is protected by heaven and earth and is the darling of heaven and earth.

It is said that this god can control the fate of all things, bring good luck to all things, has great magical powers, and lives as long as the sky.

Fang Wenxuan touched the imperial edict with his slender fingertips, and the originally ordinary imperial edict suddenly flashed with a golden light.

"Son, is that divine breath? Have you sensed the divine breath of the God of the Former Kingdom, the Star God?"

"Too weak, weaker than before. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for much longer." Fang Wenxuan murmured, "Lord Xingchen, the God of the Former Kingdom, suffered for many years and has long been missing. Only his divine breath can prove that he once existed."

"How could this happen? What kind of suffering did Master Xingchen go through? Where is he?"

"Father, how did you find this sacred stone?"

"Ah? Someone gave it to me."

Fang Wenxuan was surprised, "Give...give?"

"right."

"Father, to be honest, the reason why I fell off the cliff and became unconscious was not an accident, but was invaded by evil spirits. Originally, I could not survive this month, but today, you suddenly placed this magic stone in the room, which can resist evil spirits. The evil spirit exploded in my body, and I just woke up.

The divine energy that I just felt in the imperial order was also touched by the light of the divine stone. Its power is so strong that it can draw out the divine energy in the imperial order."

Mr. Fang was so shocked by what he heard!