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Lord Yuan Bao was going crazy…

Ηe shook his head and went over to grab Meng Fuyao's dagger, attempting to chope this darn parrot into chunks. That parrot hopped around triumphantly. ”Ah ho ho… Zhi Zhi! Zhi Zhi!”

”Jin Gang, you're being mischievous again!”

A familiar female voice could be heard, and soon after, that parrot was caught. Meng Fuyao also grabbed the struggling Lord Yuan Bao and noticed it was that young lady Jin Huan, Fei Yan's servant.

That young lady gave Meng Fuyao a smile as she walked away. She patted the parrot and said, ”Let's go. Why are you dawdling, didn't you say that only food from our home is fit for your tastebuds? Let's head back and get some thousand sacred pills for you to eat. Hm… We should go back to the clan and look for the treasure…”

She mumbled, walking further away.

Meng Fuyao stood in the crowd, watching her back view disappear thoughtfully. Suddenly, someone appeared beside her and asked, ”Who did you see?”

Meng Fuyao turned around and smiled at Zhangsun Wuji. ”A bird.”

”It didn't lend you its wings?” Zhangsun Wuji looked towards that direction.

Meng Fuyao just took off, casually replying, ”Who knows?”

Zhangsun Wuji did not follow her. Instead, he heaved a sigh.

Xuanji Duan Ming Era on the 18th of the fifth month. It was a stuffy, dry day.

Feng Xuan woke up early in the morning. The moment he got up, he felt a weight upon his chest, as if the dark clouds on a gloomy summer were looming over him. He stared blankly at the damp wall, recalling the fact that he hadn't had any visitors in a long time.

Then, he remembered the diagnosis that the imperial doctor had given him—he couldn't live past four months. Why was he still fine now? But honestly, the medicine recently had certainly been good. His energy levels were better than before, and especially his vision, which was originally blurry, was now getting clearer by the day.

He found this somewhat ironic. He had already stepped down from his throne, what would he need such a clear vision for? Would there be anything he would have to personally witness?

Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard the noise from opposite his residence. He staggered over to the window to take a look and noticed that there were many craftsmen moving out things under the watch of a eunuch from the opposite palace, where all the ancestors' tablets were placed.

Normally, he wouldn't have been able to see clearly. But today, his clear vision captured everything—what they were moving were the ancestral tablets!

The ancestral tablets of the previous Xuanji Emperors!

Those illiterate, rough men casually carried out those sacred ancestral tablets, the ancestral tablets that even he himself would have to bow to, and randomly tossed them on a cart. Soon enough, the cart was filled up with the tablets that resembled a bunch of firewood.

Feng Xuan jumped up in anger. Huffing and puffing, he tried to call for his maids and eunuchs. However, the servants that were usually at his every beck and call were nowhere to be seen. He could only lean against the wall for support, hobbling over to stop those civilians worthy of death.

However, suddenly, someone asked, ”Where are you going?”

Feng Xuan looked up and saw a platoon of guards swarming in as the imperial carriage slowly made its way in. Meng Fuyao got down from the carriage and glanced at him with her hands behind her back.

”Fuyao, just nice!” Feng Xuan was elated upon seeing her and eagerly went forward and tugged her sleeves. Pointing towards the opposite side, he said, ”Look at those thieves… Look at those thieves… They actually dare… dare…” His face was red as he trembled with rage, unable to even speak clearly.

”Oh.” Meng Fuyao pushed his hand away, and nonchalantly glanced at him. ”Ah, that…”

She walked towards the residence, and Feng Xuan followed her unsteadily and anxiously. ”Stop them… stop them…”

”You saw everything?” Meng Fuyao turned to look at him.

”I saw! What's going on?” Feng Xuan clutched his chest and coughed. ”They…”

”They are moving the ancestral tablets of the Feng Imperial Family. Simple as that.”

”You—”

Meng Fuyao's tone made Feng Xuan realize the answer. He looked up and stuttered, ”You… You were the one that let them…”

”Naturally.” Meng Fuyao laughed, looking at him as if he had gotten dumber. ”If I hadn't given the orders, would anyone have dared to touch that place?”

”You're crazy!” Feng Xuan stumbled backward and fell onto the ground. With his shaky legs, he tried to get up a couple of times but without much success.

”Whether I am crazy or not, I do not know.” Meng Fuyao glanced at him coldly, not bothering to help him up as she added, ”But I think you might be going crazy soon.”

She strode over and sat on the couch. Her hands were on her knees as she looked down upon the struggling Feng Xuan. ”I am here to inform you that I have just given out a new order. From today onwards, Xuanji will be renamed as Wan Changsheng. All of Xuanji's Imperial Family will become normal citizens. From now on, there will be no more Xuanji!”

As she finished her last word, Feng Xuan's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he fainted.