Nursery, Capital City.
In the Xin Dynasty's royal family, the newly established "Between the Scales" seemed unchanged from before.
The walls were still adorned with magnificent ancient historical murals describing the imagery of past dynasties.
But in truth, they were all fakes, pretending that our ancestral graves were not robbed, deceiving ourselves.
On the throne, Xin Xichen felt his Dharma Aspect explode, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.
Xin Xichen took a deep breath, "Good! Good! Good! These ancient old guys are inherently evil businessmen, taking so much from me, indeed, the initial monarchs of antiquity are extraordinary!"
Dao Yueniang chuckled, "Emperor, I've heard that the essence of anger is not the enemy's strength, but often one's own impotence; the true essence of all rage is impotent fury."
Xin Xichen glanced at Dao Yueniang, "It seems you're becoming more spiritual, are you about to fully awaken?"
