As that cold, emotionless voice rang out, a terrifying surge of cultivation erupted beside Xu Fan. The pressure that followed felt like a god descending from the heavens, sweeping through the entire courtyard in an instant!
He Jin and his men all paled with shock. They turned to look and were stunned to find that, without anyone noticing, a woman had appeared beside Xu Fan—a woman of stunning beauty and a presence as cold as a millennia-old iceberg.
She wore a long, sheer black dress that hugged her waist and hips, outlining a perfect, curvaceous figure. Her snow-white, slender legs were smooth like top-quality mutton-fat jade. Her entire body radiated a deadly, mature allure. Her ink-black hair fell softly to her waist, and combined with her icy aura, she resembled an Empress of Ice—distant, untouchable, divine.
Reactions across the courtyard were mixed.
Xu Fan silently cursed his luck, squirming in his seat as he looked up at the sky, scratching his head and avoiding her gaze at all costs. He didn’t dare meet Ji Hanyue’s cold, focused eyes even once.
No wonder he’d been feeling chills on his back for half a year. So Master had been secretly watching him all along!
I’m screwed…
Xianglan’s expression turned complicated, as though she wanted to speak.
But He Jin, after getting a good look at the woman’s face, suddenly lit up with ecstasy. His expression twisted with madness as he completely ignored the terrifying cultivation aura she had just released. “The Eldest Princess… it’s really you?!”
He didn’t even bother with formalities. His lips curled into an excited, wicked grin. “Heaven really does favor me. You avoided the path to heaven and barged through the gates of hell instead!”
“I’ve been searching for you for so long, and you walked right into my hands!”
But Ji Hanyue acted as if He Jin didn’t exist at all. Her gaze remained fixed on Xu Fan. The corners of her lips curled into a sly smile, “Fan’er, when are you planning to settle our score?”
Xu Fan felt a chill in his heart and forced a bitter smile uglier than crying. “Sect Master… can we not settle it?”
The moment he called her “Sect Master,” Ji Hanyue’s expression darkened. She let out a cold snort, and an indescribably terrifying pressure surged forward, crashing down on He Jin and his men while completely bypassing Xu Fan!
In the next second, He Jin’s expression changed drastically. The life-saving talisman on him—strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from someone at the Unity Realm—shattered instantly!
His entire body made a cracking sound like frying beans. Streams of black, venomous blood poured from his orifices like twisted snakes. He collapsed like a broken dog, barely breathing, hovering on the edge of death.
The chief eunuch He Jin had exhausted everything he had just to survive. But the guards behind him weren’t so lucky.
The towering guards behind him trembled violently. Without making a single sound, their Nascent Souls were shattered by a single cold snort from Ji Hanyue. They didn’t even have the chance to abandon their bodies and flee!
One cold snort. That was all it took.
Upon hearing him switch to “Master,” Ji Hanyue’s expression finally softened. The corner of her lips lifted slightly as she let out a light snort, “I’ll deal with you later when we get back, you heartless little thing!”
Xu Fan shrank his neck.
After that, Ji Hanyue’s expression turned icy again. She coldly stared at the pathetic He Jin lying on the ground and said, “He Jin, I didn’t expect you, this old dog, to still be alive after all these years. Looks like my good imperial brother has treated you quite well.”
He Jin tried to speak with a bitter smile, but blood gushed from his mouth as soon as he opened it. Seeing this, Xianglan went pale with fear, feeling like she had fallen into a frozen cave. She trembled uncontrollably.
As the personal eunuch who had served Ji Aotian since childhood, He Jin had long perfected the art of reading people.
Once he heard Xu Fan call her “Master,” he instantly realized Ji Hanyue was no longer the powerless eldest princess of the past.
She had quietly become the Sect Master of Supreme Void Immortal Mountain—and her cultivation had reached a terrifying, unimaginable level!
Three days apart, and she must be seen anew!
Right now, He Jin had only one thought: he absolutely could not offend her. And he definitely couldn’t cause trouble that would implicate His Majesty!
With that in mind, He Jin put on a pitiful voice and tried to play the sympathy card. “Your Highness, His Majesty knew nothing about this. This was all this old servant’s doing. If you must punish someone, take it all out on me. I only beg you to remember the kindness of old times—”
But before he could finish, Ji Hanyue sneered coldly, her voice as sharp and biting as a steel blade in a winter storm. “Do you think a dog like you has the right to speak here?”
“Whether Ji Aotian knew or not, let him come and explain to me himself!”
He Jin’s expression froze, but before he could react, Ji Hanyue suddenly turned her head toward the distant palace, thousands of kilometers away. She raised her hand and made a grasping motion.
In that instant, a blinding divine light burst from her hand, forming a massive, sky-covering hand that shot out from the courtyard and surged toward the imperial palace at unbelievable speed!
Almost as soon as it flew out, the giant hand returned.
But this time, it carried something new—a man in disheveled golden robes, looking utterly humiliated.
Xianglan, already terrified of Ji Hanyue’s retaliation, nearly fainted on the spot when she saw the man’s face clearly.
If she wasn’t mistaken, that man was the current Dragon Emperor of the Frozen Moon Empire—Ji Aotian!
In the blink of an eye, the ruler of an empire had been snatched from tens of thousands of kilometers away like a helpless chick. The sight left her stunned. At that moment, she finally realized how foolish her plan had been. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
And yet Ji Hanyue, the one responsible for all this, remained unfazed. She only lifted her cold eyes slightly.
The giant hand dissolved into sparkling fragments and vanished. The emperor in golden robes fell to the ground like a stray dog, landing hard.
Bang!
Seeing He Jin’s twisted form nearby and Ji Hanyue’s icy face before him, Ji Aotian immediately understood what had happened. His face turned bitter as he sighed, “The Astronomers were indeed right.”
He slumped on the ground.
Though no longer regal, his eyes still held the calm weariness of one who had seen much. He didn’t beg—only spoke with quiet resignation, “It was my weakness back then, letting you go, royal sister. That led to today’s disaster.”
“This is all my fault.”
But Ji Hanyue ignored his self-pity. She sneered, “Ji Aotian, do you find self-pity amusing? You think I’m so idle that I’d care about your Frozen Moon Empire’s measly patch of land?”
Her voice was sharp as eternal frost, carrying a killing intent that sent chills down spines. “For Father’s sake, I originally planned to spare your dog life, let you enjoy being a little emperor for the rest of your days.”
She suddenly smiled—but her smile was cold and chilling. “If you want to blame someone, blame this dog servant of yours for not knowing his place. Trying to sow discord between me and Fan’er? He should worry whether his head is hard enough to survive it!”
Sensing her killing intent, Xu Fan broke out in a cold sweat.
Good thing he didn’t mess up and had stood firmly on Ji Hanyue’s side all along…
Ji Aotian glanced at the handsome young man standing beside Ji Hanyue and immediately understood the situation.
He said nothing more, just gave a bitter smile and shook his head, looking defeated. “I never wanted this. It was He Jin acting on his own… so be it. Perhaps this is fate, and no mortal effort can change it.”
Though he was emperor, Ji Aotian had spent most of his life buried in affairs of state. His cultivation had barely reached early Golden Core Realm—far weaker than even He Jin’s guards. So he had no intention of resisting and waited quietly for Ji Hanyue’s judgment.
Xu Fan blinked and was just wondering how Ji Hanyue would deal with this emperor when he suddenly noticed her gaze fall on him.
He turned his head—and immediately locked eyes with her teasing look.
“Fan’er, do you want to be emperor?”
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