Emperor Wu's Thoughts (7.69 million)
A hint of longing flickered in his eyes!
If this is true, the direct descendants of aristocratic families are becoming increasingly talented, producing a constant stream of Martial Emperors and Martial Emperors. Why worry about the lack of successors?
At that time, Emperor Qianwu and Emperor Wanwu will no longer need to worry about the succession of their descendants, because the aristocratic families will be inexhaustible.
As for ordinary people, things are getting worse and worse. Their fate seems to be tightly locked, and the efforts of several generations are like stones sinking into the sea, unable to break through those layers of shackles.
Their lives seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, forever sinking into the dark depths, enslaved and subservient, with no hope of ever rising above their circumstances.
Emperor Wanwu thought to himself, 'If only things could always be like this, there would be no rebels to overthrow the family's legacy.'
There will be no relatives of the empress or non-direct descendants seizing power and taking over.
If that's the case, then everything will be a good thing!
Emperor Qianwu was unaware of Emperor Wanwu's thoughts, but his expression showed no sign of urgency. The fact that the two of them had met privately today, excluding Emperor Yewu, must mean they were on the same page.
One cup of tea was all it took.
Outside the door, a butler named White Snake, dressed in armor, had been waiting for a long time. His hair was already as white as snow, and he moved silently, like a ghost.
He waited quietly, seemingly having been there all along to await his master's return. Upon seeing Emperor Wanwu beckon, he immediately strode forward like lightning and respectfully paid his respects.
When the steward, White Snake, saw Emperor Wanwu, he bowed respectfully, his knees slamming heavily onto the hard ground, producing a dull echo, as if he were seeing the supreme emperor.
Bearing endless humility and awe, his back was straight and his head was bowed so low that it almost touched the ground.
Solemn and devout, as if they were bowing to a real emperor.
Like a loyal subject paying homage to his monarch.
"Welcome back, sir!" The voice was loud and powerful, full of reverence and respect.
Emperor Qianwu was slightly taken aback, but his expression quickly vanished.
Seeing the steward kneeling before him, his forehead pressed against the ground as if he were kneeling before a king, he felt a moment of silence.
Emperor Qianwu pondered inwardly, as if he had a memory of the name "White Snake Child," which once resounded throughout the kingdom, known for its ruthlessness.
He was once one of the left and right protectors of a destroyed sect, holding the power of life and death in his hands, making ruthless decisions, and committing numerous atrocities, known to all.
Now, seeing his full head of white hair, I'm afraid his time is drawing near.
Time flies, and all those who don't become Martial Emperors are nothing but ants!
Looking closely at the ground, the humble white snake prostrated itself.
Compared to its former glory and prestige, it's a world of difference!
In Emperor Qianwu's eyes now, he is nothing more than a slightly larger ant, and his time is coming to an end. Soon he will be nothing more than a speck of dust struggling in a storm.
Emperor Qianwu acted as if he hadn't seen anything, standing as calmly and quietly as a mountain!
Although I don't dislike Emperor Wanwu's private conduct, such conduct might cause considerable trouble if the Holy Emperor were sitting in court right now, or his mind might change too much when the Holy Emperor is not around.
He was secretly on high alert, thinking, "It seems that not only Ye Wudi, but also Brother Wan has his own agenda."
Perhaps compared to Old Ghost Ye, Old Ghost Ye is more pure!
Emperor Qianwu remained composed, but a hint of vigilance flickered in his mind, as if he had keenly sensed Emperor Wanwu's ambition, which was an uncertain and hidden crisis.
My thoughts wandered, and I couldn't help but think about it. I thought to myself, "Brother Wan, you are indeed young and vigorous, much happier than me. You probably have twenty more years to live than me."
Such a long period of time, and their ambition and methods are all superior to mine.
If he secretly plots to take my place first, wouldn't my family's centuries-old heritage be like fish on a chopping board, at his mercy, potentially becoming his meal at any moment?
The thought, which he had never considered before and could not even imagine, struck him like a hammer blow, sending a chill down Emperor Qianwu's spine.
Looking at the old servant steward crawling on the ground, a chill ran through him.
In the distance, a group of ten beauties slowly approached, wearing high-waisted knee-length skirts, mini dresses, tight skirts, and strapless sleeveless tops!
They exude vitality and charm, grace and allure, and some even display an air of elegance and nobility—they are not from ordinary families!
The leaping sprites approached slowly, their delicate shyness revealing a mature charm and an air of nobility.
Emperor Wanwu's expression revealed no trace of smugness!
He said softly, "The Bai family of the royal city offended the Crimson Flame Demonic Sect, and all the male members of the family were killed in an attack."
The fifth young lady of the Bai family personally came to my door for help, and I couldn't very well refuse!
besides……'
Emperor Wanwu seemed to be offering a brief explanation.
Emperor Qianwu pretended not to hear.
Three steps away, Emperor Wanwu nodded slightly, and immediately a beautiful dance began. The singing was as delicate as silk threads, like a clear spring flowing in a mountain stream, or like heavenly music drifting from the clouds.
Her dance moves were absolutely exquisite. As her clothes swayed, her jade-like legs were as long and slender as cranes, and her delicate arms swayed like willow branches. Her beauty was breathtaking, as if she had been sculpted by the heavens and was a rare sight in the human world!
Their dance moves are as graceful as butterflies, each unique, some lightly touching the ground with their toes, others doing the splits, their legs long and straight!
On the soft blanket, he slowly sat in the Monkey King pose!
It is faintly visible.
Emperor Wanwu nodded slightly, a hint of fascination in his expression.
With a slight raise of her hand, the White Snake slowly stood up!
Emperor Wanwu asked softly, "What major event occurred in the city yesterday?"
White Snake hurriedly and respectfully reported, as if he had been prepared, "Master, the situation in the city changed drastically last night. Many things happened in the city last night."
It is said that the eldest prince, while performing a ritual to a strange and evil object, inadvertently attracted a bizarre power, which may be the rumored demonic energy, wild and terrifying.
To protect the peace of the royal family, Sun Daru resolutely activated his own lifespan and awakened the mysterious sacred object left by his ancestors.
This power was too great; even the great scholar Sun could not fully control it. Ultimately, the backlash severely injured the eldest prince, and it is said that his cultivation was completely destroyed.
Emperor Wanwu and Emperor Qianwu nodded slightly. Of course, they were aware of this matter, but there was no need to tell their servants.
The White Snake continued, "Later, when the princes learned of this, they rushed to the palace in the dead of night, supposedly to visit the eldest prince."
It sounds like the brothers are truly harmonious and have a deep bond!
The thought that the Crown Prince's actions had caused such a dramatic change in the dragon veins and shaken the very foundation of the royal family was truly shocking.
The dragon's aura vanished, symbolizing the instant collapse of the royal family's prosperity and stability, as if the sky had fallen, a hundred times more terrifying than the Holy Emperor's travels.
Emperor Wanwu and Emperor Qianwu also suffered a sudden reduction in their lifespans, as if they had been severed by an invisible heavenly blade, causing them great distress.
A surge of intense dissatisfaction welled up within him, and his eyes revealed his frustration and anger.
Emperor Qianwu, looking at Emperor Wanwu and recalling the chilling suspicions that had just crept into his heart, was filled with immense rage. He thought to himself, 'This should have been a time of peace and tranquility, hundreds of years of carefree existence, watching the rise and fall of dynasties. Now…!'
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