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The sudden voice left the imposing atmosphere of both sides dissipating like a balloon losing air.

An Empress?

Great Lii has been in power for over a thousand years.

Yet, there has never been an Empress on the throne.

Generally speaking, in an Extraordinary Dynasty, there are usually more Empresses than in the mundane world.

But the Zhaoo Family’s situation is unique.

The notion of a hen crowing at dawn is virtually impossible here.

Someone instinctively wanted to refute, but they saw that both sides had fallen silent.

Those who wanted to speak naturally had nothing to say anymore.

To put it bluntly, it was because the two sides had yet to reach a consensus.

With the Phoenix Ancestor present, the Divine Capital’s multitude of families could not resort to coercion.

And the Zhaoo Family’s resolve far exceeded the estimates of the many families in the Divine Capital.

"An Empress on the throne provides an excuse to establish a new Emperor at any time."

"Most critically, with an Empress, the Dragon Qi is inherently weaker, causing fluctuations in the Zhaoo Family’s destiny..."

"Thus, during the next attempt to seize the throne, more national fortune can be stolen for cultivation."

"According to records, the eight surnames of the former Great Lii stole national fortune during the last coup, ensuring their family’s enduring fortune."

"Although they later declined, they still hold considerable status in today’s Divine Capital."

"And it was only after that coup that the Zhaoo Family fully retreated back into the Imperial Palace."

"Moreover, it was the Flowing Light Sword Immortal who mentioned this, a person of unfathomable depth..."

Several patriarchs of the Divine Capital Family showed complicated expressions in their eyes as they thought rapidly.

The seniors of the Zhaoo Family had cloudy eyes, yet there were also flashes of insight.

An Empress is an opportunity for noble families.

For the Zhaoo Family, it is also an opportunity.

At the very least, the Empress is a direct disciple of the Zhaoo line, untouched by manipulations.

If handled properly, addressing some of the drawbacks of a female Emperor, the Zhaoo Family’s fortune might continue to solidify.

The more important factor.

Jiang Ming, the Flowing Light Sword Immortal capable of slaying a True God, supports them.

Thus, both sides fell silent.

The observers below picked up on the cues and began the ceremony for the new Emperor’s enthronement.

Both sides seemed as if nothing had happened, calmly participating in the new Emperor’s enthronement.

Zhaoo Ji donned the imperial crown with a bewildered expression.

Dragon Qi enveloped him.

.....................

My name is Zhaoo Ji.

I’m only fourteen years old this year.

I am a concubine-born daughter of the Zhaoo Family, and the previous Emperor was my royal brother.

However, my mother was just a commoner in the Divine Capital and died the year I was born.

I survived in the palace, following my nanny.

Though I bear the surname Zhaoo, my status is inferior to some servants.

But now...

"Long live My Emperor, long live, long long live."

Are these ministers bowing down truly kneeling to me?

Have I... truly become the Emperor?

The first grand court assembly after the new Emperor’s ascension commenced.

Zhaoo Ji’s eyes held confusion.

Yet there was also a faint trace of excitement.

"Authority."

"Imperial authority!"

But...

After the symbolic kneeling, no one looked towards the Emperor again.

Factions continued their disputes in the court.

The Emperor was like a puppet.

Authority naturally fell into the hands of faction leaders.

They occupied significant official positions.

The deity had departed, but now in front of Divine Authority, imperial power needed to yield.

Zhaoo Ji seemed to feel the powerlessness and anger of her royal brother.

Zhaoo Ji lowered her eyes.

She saw the Flowing Light Sword Immortal, who had suggested she become an Empress, smiling at her.

Zhaoo Ji’s face immediately flushed, and her posture straightened.

"Come to Celestial Crane Tower tonight."

A voice sounded in Zhaoo Ji’s ear.

Beside Zhaoo Ji was a Chief Eunuch from the Zhaoo Family, whose cultivation reached the Divine Treasure Realm and had protected four generations of Emperors.

He seemed to have sensed Jiang Ming’s transmission, but he ignored it.

"Tonight..."

"Celestial Crane Tower, isn’t that the Sword Immortal’s Cave Mansion."

"I’ve heard that there are monsters at the Leopard Room side."

"What does the Flowing Light Sword Immortal want from me."

"Could it be... I’ve heard some nobles outside play quite freely, could it be..."

"Indeed, what could be more thrilling than being Empress."

"The elders of the Zhaoo Family must depend on him..."

"Boo hoo hoo"

"No, no"

"How could a person of the Sword Immortal’s stature be so base."

"Could it be he wants to control the court through me?"

"With the Flowing Light Sword Immortal’s help, what do these nobodies count for..."

"As an Emperor, I must wrest back the authority from these people’s hands..."

"So, what exactly does he want... could it be"

Jiang Ming curiously watched Zhaoo Ji’s expression change like a Sichuan opera mask.

Sometimes shyly red, sometimes deathly pale, sometimes smug, sometimes giggling.

It was said that Zhaoo Ji had matured early due to her lowly status before ascending to the throne.

Ultimately still just a child, had all her emotions written on her face.

However, "What on earth is she imagining!"

Jiang Ming had a black line across his forehead, somewhat speechless.

.........

Nightfall, Celestial Crane Tower.

Zhaoo Ji entered the top floor of Celestial Crane Tower alone.

The monsters with azure faces and sharp fangs occasionally appearing made this place seem like the Underworld.

Zhaoo Ji’s face was deathly pale, yet she mustered the courage to stand before Jiang Ming.

"Zhaoo Ji of the Zhaoo Family, pays my respects to Sir Sword Immortal."

Jiang Ming nodded.

Yet Zhaoo Ji felt her wrist fall into a warm, large hand.

"Could it be..." Zhaoo Ji looked up, seeing Jiang Ming’s visage slowly becoming handsome due to his cultivation, with a transcendent and aloof temperament, her face reddened.

"Ice Spirit Root"

"White Dragon Vein..."

"But it’s a flawed White Dragon Vein, hmm?"

"It seems it wasn’t originally a White Dragon Vein."

Jiang Ming released Zhaoo Ji’s wrist and said, "Stand up, have you experienced something in the past?"

Zhaoo Ji’s gaze darkened slightly.