"You?" Meng Qi glanced at Shang Dongyang coldly.
"Mmm!" Shang Dongyang nodded sincerely, almost as if he wanted to put his fists under his chin and act obediently.
"Your aptitude is too poor, and your body has been weakened by years of indulgence in wine and women. You cannot withstand the transformation of demonic energy and cannot cultivate." Meng Qi directly sentenced Shang Dongyang to death.
Seeing the anger and gloom in Shang Dongyang's eyes, Meng Qi knew that if he didn't give this fool a little something, he probably wouldn't be so willing to be controlled by him and the Venerable anymore. So he changed his words and said, "However, I can teach you some longevity techniques so that you can live for a few hundred more years."
Upon hearing this, the gloom in Shang Dongyang's eyes instantly transformed into a blazing light:
An ordinary person's lifespan is no more than a hundred years, but he can live for hundreds of years longer!
He is now the emperor of the Great Zhao Dynasty. With a lifespan of several hundred more, he will be able to unify the world and become the master of this land!
Living for several hundred years would be great!
Over the next few centuries, if he continues to curry favor with this cheap father, he's sure he'll get even more benefits!
"Then I thank you in advance, Father." Shang Dongyang became more and more pleased with himself, and put on an extremely sycophantic face.
Meng Qi gave him a cold smile, then turned and left.
To him, the sons born of ordinary people were nothing more than pets he took for granted on a whim.
The reason others can't touch him is because of his pride;
Whether he pampers her or not depends entirely on his mood.
The Hibiscus Palace is now entirely under Meng Qi's control, and those coming and going are all demonic cultivators.
Every day, Chen Ziyun saw all sorts of "ghost" faces hovering in front of her and overheard many of their conversations. She could guess with her toes what kind of person Di Kanlong, whom she had painstakingly seduced before, really was.
Her heart was filled with sorrow.
No matter how bad Shang Xiche was, he was still a person of flesh and blood, and a dignified emperor.
She gave up being a proper empress, instead desiring to be a celestial being, only to find herself begging for a demon from the mortal realm.
Even if we take a step back...
Jiang Zhenning was a renowned handsome man in the martial arts world back then, and he was deeply in love with her, even sacrificing his life to protect her.
If she had chosen Jiang Zhenning back then, she wouldn't have ended up in such an absurd situation.
Meng Qi instructed his subordinates to arrange the medicinal materials for the several prescriptions requested by His Majesty, and then sent palace servants to deliver them to Songmei Garden.
After doing all that, he turned around and saw Chen Ziyun still squatting in the corner, her face covered in tears and regret, and a cruel smile crept across his face.
He strode up to Chen Ziyun, half-squatted down, and reached out to pinch her chin.
After these two days of suffering, Chen Ziyun's once charming face is now haggard and no longer radiant.
But for some reason, looking at her face, which seemed to be suffering so much, he became even more interested in her.
"I know that the Demon Queen has opened your third eye, allowing you to see my true face," Meng Qi patted Chen Ziyun's face, his smile bloodthirsty and cruel. "Originally, I could have used my complete form to face you, because my complete form is also humanoid, and quite good-looking, which would probably meet your aesthetic requirements. However, seeing you as you are now, I think it's more interesting to leave you as you are."
As he spoke, Meng Qi pulled Chen Ziyun up from the corner.
"What are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!" Chen Ziyun struggled frantically to break free, but to no avail.
“Naturally, I’ll do what you used to love doing with me,” Meng Qi said, tossing her onto the couch in the inner room.
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