Protect Our Chief

"Inside the Earth Bracelet, there’s Xian’Er’s true form, hidden away," Lixian’s clone crispily said, "Xian’Er is quite special, both her true form and clone can sense both sides simultaneously, sharing everything. Daddy says this kind of divine technique ability can be explored and used, and if combined with a Celestial Secret Recording Disc, it might realize a long-distance video conference function."

"Xian’Er doesn’t quite understand the actual situation; it’s just that Daddy invited people from the Gongye Family to work together for over a decade to modify the Celestial Secret Recording Disc. Anyway, Xian’Er has learned the divine technique ability, and through two Celestial Secret Recording Discs, it can become like this."

"Actually, Daddy doesn’t fully understand either. Sometimes he says Xian’Er is some kind of wave-based transmission communication, other times he studies and says it’s some natural quantum communication, researching back and forth, it’s very annoying."

Compared to before, Wang Lixian has matured slightly, her speech more fluent, with fewer stutters, showing considerable progress. In a few sentences, she managed to clarify the situation.

In an instant.

Emperor Longchang’s expression turned more hideous: "Xian’Er, are you saying, the images played by the Celestial Secret Recording Disc on your branch are the real events happening inside the Sanctuary Space?"

"Yes." Wang Lixian replied concisely.

The recent burst of professional explanation had exhausted her. As someone with slow-developing intelligence and a poor student, it was quite difficult.

"Wouldn’t you be able to manipulate and fabricate those images? For instance, deliberately creating images and sounds of Dexin..." Emperor Longchang stopped mid-sentence.

There’s no way, he knows all too well what level Wang Lixian is at. After decades of "diligent" tutoring, Wang Lixian has barely mastered addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division under a thousand.

To say she could fabricate images, Emperor Longchang wouldn’t believe it even if he were dead.

If that is the case...

Emperor Longchang’s face grew more gloomy and terrifying. Because the ensuing images and sounds made him want to rage and kill~

"Wang Shouzhe, Emperor’s Son An, as there’s still time, just obediently enjoy the despair and fear. Let you taste how I’ve endured these decades. Because of you, the child Chengsi narrowly escaped death several times in the Cannon Fodder Camp."

"Dexin, that’s enough." The Grand Marshal’s image and voice came through, "Since you’ve already won, quickly resolve the issue."

"How to resolve the issue? Hehehe, let me say it for you, isn’t it just to kill Emperor’s Son An and Wang Shouzhe, then blame everything on Wang Shouzhe, saying the demon made a counterattack before dying, killing Emperor’s Son An? In this secret space, isn’t everything at our disposal to fabricate?"

"Even if the Great Emperor has doubts, what of it? Because there’s fundamentally no evidence, just like that time, despite suspecting something, he eventually chose to trust you, Xiao Limo!"

"Dexin, shut up." The Grand Marshal’s voice roared in anger.

"Xiao Limo, what are you afraid of?" Prince Dexin’s voice came out, proud and arrogant, "This is in the Sanctuary Space, unless a True Immortal descends, no one can save them. Xiao Limo, when did you become so cowardly? Over nine hundred years ago, when you killed your wife, Princess Yushuang, weren’t you pretty bold?"

"You!" Xiao Limo roared in anger, "You promised me never to mention this matter again."

"What?"

On the observation bamboo platform, Prince Deshun’s eyes widened in shock and anger: "Back then, Yushuang was killed by Xiao Limo?"

Although he knew something about Wang Shouzhe and Emperor’s Son An’s plan, it was only a general idea. This event was completely outside his expectations!

Emperor Longchang felt a sudden blackness before his eyes, and his body swayed, almost collapsing to the ground.

Although in his lifetime, sons and grandsons have long since been born in abundance, princes and commandery princesses have come through countless generations.

But the female descendants that left deep impressions on him were no more than ten, and Princess Yushuang was one of them. Her position in his heart was approximately the same as Wu Xue Ning and Wu Yiluo’s at present.

According to convention, females of the Great Emperor’s lineage with potential to reach the Purple Mansion are referred to as Little Princesses. Once reaching the Purple Mansion Realm, they are officially bestowed as "Commandery Princess" with a titled fief. If the opportunity to enter the Divine Power Realm arises, the Great Emperor elevates them to "Princess," conferring a title and fief, treating them as his own.

The status of a princess in Daqian is exceedingly high, almost no different from the princes, except the offspring do not bear the surname "Wu."

This tradition is not exclusive to the Daqian Empire, but is also common among other empires adhering to an imperial system.

After all, the Great Emperor’s lifespan is so prolonged that his closest offspring have long predeceased him, necessitating the cultivation of promising descendants from later generations. Hence, the regulations on bestowing the titles of "Prince" and "Princess" naturally evolve over time.

After hundreds or even thousands of years of interaction, the Great Emperor’s relationships with these princes and princesses, although many generations removed, remain extraordinarily close, treating them as his own, maintaining intimate ties.

Otherwise, if life drags on, the Great Emperor might truly become a lonely figure, gradually losing his humanity, potentially turning into a twisted personality, an uncontrollable disaster, as has occurred in history.

It is precisely this generational bond and emotional connection with descendants that keep the Great Emperor emotionally vibrant and vigorously animated even in old age.