Following the directives issued by our Yanhuang City, the various kingdoms and dynasties below have been acting in strict obedience, not daring to show the slightest delay. Putting aside our military might, which makes the entire world tremble, the mere occasion of the Holy Mother revealing her divine presence was enough to terrify every major kingdom and dynasty into submission. Everyone knows their place now.
As the saying goes, "The poor in a bustling market go unnoticed, while the rich in the deep mountains have distant relatives." Whether the Holy Mother is truly an immortal is a matter for debate, but she is at least a supernatural being. Since resistance is impossible, fawning is the only option.
First was my nominal father. Relying on the fact that Princess Wenjing is my betrothed, he acted as if he were part of the family. He stopped acting as Emperor, leaving state affairs to his ministers without fear that anyone would dare usurp him—after all, he had merely stumbled into the throne to begin with. In this world, no one is bold enough to snatch it from him. Happily, he scurried off to the Holy Mother Palace to butter up my mother. He even brought many of his descendants along, claiming that younger generations should show filial piety to their elders, even if it’s just serving tea and pouring water.
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