"Although many civil officials of the Song Dynasty don't quite agree with me... it doesn't matter, I've left all these matters to my father... he's all-powerful." Huang Rong's words were filled with pride.
Tokushima Saeko thought of Huang Yaoshi's ambiguous nature, his lips twitching. He sensed that the Song Dynasty was in for some trouble...
The Song Dynasty was truly cursed to have such a quirky father and daughter who possessed overwhelming power.
Zhang Sanfeng remained calm; he truly showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.
What does the Song Dynasty have to do with him? If Huang Rong hadn't intervened, wouldn't the Song Dynasty have eventually been destroyed by the Yuan Dynasty, turning into a living hell for those decades, with the people suffering immensely?
From the perspective of future generations, the change of dynasties is nothing.
"It is indeed surprising... but what does this have to do with me?" Song Que suddenly spoke after a long silence.
Something came up in real life, so I stayed up all night writing.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 257 Dormammu's Panic and Fear (Second Update)
Song Que was puzzled. These things were fine to discuss with Zhang Sanfeng, since Huang Rong and Zhang Sanfeng were very close… but to tell him…
“What I mean is, you can also broaden your thinking,” Huang Rong said softly. “I know what you’re worried about. The emperor… has to spend a lot of energy dealing with government affairs, so he doesn’t have time for cultivation.”
“But you could easily form a cabinet system… Then you could be the emperor and wouldn’t need to handle things… And I’m also thinking, even if you really don’t want to be the emperor and want to cultivate an emperor… you don’t have to stick to finding one from the old mess.”
"What are your thoughts?" Song Que asked, intrigued.
After hesitating for a moment, Huang Rong cautiously asked, "How about Wanwan?"
A brief silence fell over the scene. Song Que frowned deeply, scrutinizing Huang Rong repeatedly. After a long while, he finally whispered, "Do you think it's possible?"
Song Que was a man with strong traditional values. He did not agree with Li Shimin and supported the Han Dynasty. And it was quite obvious that he would also not accept a woman becoming emperor.
Huang Rong's cheeks puffed out, and she was immediately somewhat unconvinced. But before she could say anything more, Zhang Sanfeng sighed, "There's no need for that... Miss Huang Rong, Mr. Song Que would never agree to that."
"One reason is his personality... The other is that there had never been a woman as emperor in his time."
"How could that be? There was clearly Wu Zetian... uh?" Huang Rong finally realized what was happening and fell silent. Wu Zetian was a monarch who appeared in the Tang Dynasty, while Song Que was still living in the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
Judging from Song Que's era, he had indeed never seen a woman become emperor. He didn't even have the concept in his mind... The reason he didn't refute her immediately was out of consideration for their shared membership in the council.
Su Han watched the debate between the people in front of him with great interest. He suddenly spoke up, "Wanwan herself wanted to become an empress, but her own conditions were not suitable, so in the end, she nurtured an empress... Wu Zetian."
"Although... Wu Zetian eradicated the Demonic Sect after she came to power."
The council fell silent. Song Que suddenly turned to stare at Su Han, his expression one of astonishment. "You mean... that demoness from the Demonic Sect raised an empress? What kind of empress? Is it a nickname, or...?"
Song Que was so shaken that he couldn't control himself. Aside from joining the council and seeing the Starry Sky in the plot... he rarely felt this shocked. After all, he possessed the mental fortitude of a Grandmaster... but now, even that mental fortitude couldn't withstand it.
“Don’t overthink it,” Zhang Sanfeng was clearly a little surprised, but he quickly calmed down. “It’s the Empress… or rather, Wu Zetian. She was the fourth emperor in the history of the Tang Dynasty, and the first female emperor in the history of the Chinese nation.”
"It's not just my and Huang Rong's history that records it this way; the Speaker of the Council also recorded it this way in the five thousand years of history of the Yan and Huang Emperors that he provided to the First Emperor."
“Indeed,” Tony Stark also spoke up. Because of the appearance of Ying Zheng, Zhang Sanfeng and others, he had a deep understanding of the Yanhuang people. “The history I know also includes the existence of Empress Wu Zetian.”
Song Que fell silent. He tapped the back of the chair lightly with his fingers, and after a long while, he said, "I'll think about it."
If it were just people in the council saying it, even if he knew that Wanwan had raised an empress, his attitude would still be the same. What does Wanwan raising the first empress have to do with him? Would Song Que change his outlook on life for something that might happen in the future? Impossible.
However, the person who proposed that Wanwan should be groomed to become empress happened to be the Speaker of the Council. This is very troublesome. Does it mean that the Speaker of the Council wants Wanwan to become empress?
Having been a member of the council for some time, Song Que had gained a deep understanding of the council chairman's position; this person might very well be the creator god who created their world.
"Very well, since the Speaker has spoken, let's go back and investigate... and give her a chance." Song Que sighed silently. Of course, this chance was given out of respect for the Speaker; if Wanwan didn't pass... then there was absolutely nothing to say, and the Speaker probably wouldn't have any objections.
“Master,” Xiaoyu’s eyes darted around a couple of times before she suddenly looked at the Ancient One and asked curiously, “I want to ask… about you and Dormammu?”
“I tested it with the Time Stone… and that guy actually gave up willingly.” The Ancient One paused briefly, then chuckled. “Of course, I also received some help from the Council Chairman.”
"Hmm?" The Sword Immortal's lazy expression paused, his gaze sweeping over Su Han and the Ancient One.
Aizen's eyes narrowed, a hint of interest flashing within them. With the Council Speaker's help? How?
Su Han was a little confused. When had he ever helped Gu Yi? How come he didn't know?
"Please don't overthink it," the Ancient One shook her head, her voice gentle. "Dormamu sensed the dark power within me, which I completely absorbed and integrated... so he deduced that there might be a powerful figure behind me whom he couldn't afford to offend. Then he retreated!"
Su Han gazed silently at the Ancient One, a thought flashing through his mind. The Ancient One instantly radiated a dazzling light, and the illusion of reality surged forth once more.
That was a scene of the Ancient One confronting Dormammu.
"Ancient One, you thief, you liar... how dare you come to my world! Dark Dimension, do you really want to die? Do you think I can't kill you?" Dormammu's figure appeared, his voice cold and filled with killing intent.
After a brief pause, Dormammu's voice was tinged with surprise, "You... wait, why can't I detect your presence now? No... it was you who spoke up earlier, deliberately displaying your power fluctuations, that made me realize your arrival."
"It's like... I can't perceive you on a world-level scale, I can only see you with my naked eye? What kind of new magic is this?"
Dormammu was clearly feeling uneasy. As the ruler of the Dark Dimension, what hadn't he experienced in his life? But in his view, the Ancient One's situation was equally extraordinary.
The Ancient One's demeanor was just as the one seen by the stars in the story: calm and elegant, as if nothing in the world could make her panic. She didn't care about Dormammu's panic and calmly said, "Dormammu... I'm here to negotiate with you."
“Negotiations? Fine,” Dormammu laughed in fury, no longer caring about the Ancient One’s abnormality, and said coldly, “Use your life and the entire Earth as the bargaining chip to appease my anger.”
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