《When I died, All the Empresses Cried》These Pants Are Kinda Small
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''How... how shameless!'' a handsome young man said with his hand in front of his mouth as if he saw something incredibly scandlaous.
''Demon Emperor's successor indeed.'' a man next to him said as he nodded to himself with closed eyes and his arms crossed.
''I m-mean, he is still our hero...''
Someone tried to defend Wang with a weak voice.
''He acted like a freak for 5 minutes to sneak attack a prince.''
But someone else shot him down almost instantly.
''He was trying to save a poor girl!''
Thankfully, someone else hurried to defend the young man and Wang with a shout.
''She was about to be the wife of a prince!''
A handsome young man shouted back.
''Oh, please! As if you don't know about the Glorious Yang Empire. Women basically had no rights in that place. Glorious Yang Empire has 'YANG' in its name for a reason.''
A young woman with beautfiul features snorted with anger.
''Yes they did! They got the honour of being the cultivation furnace of many geniuses. What more could they ask?''
The young man tried to fight back, but even his voice got lower and lower with each word.
''Look at how seamlessly he acted that out... He must have done this many times before.''
While others were arguing about the morals of the situation, there were still some people hung up on the incredbile acting abilities of Wang.
''Take notes you damned imbecile! This is our Shadowy Plains Sect's oppurtunity to rise.''
While some of them talked about the new techniques they saw, the techniques used by the glorious prince himself.
The young master of the Yang Fire Palace couldn't even argue with people to protect the dignity of his ancestors as he was too busy salivating over the secret and long-lost arts used by the glorious prince, Li Qiye.
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''Tha- that- that's the Glorious Yang Art! It draws out the latent potential of your body and increases your power level by a few minor leves!''
''And that flame dragon thingy! It must be the Flame Dragon God's Protection! That treasure was stolen or lost when the Glorious Yang Empire fell!''
''Oh!'' his pants felt tight for some reason as he kept talking about the things he saw with great energy.
''And that must be the Yang Dragon Aura! You can only unleash it if you cultivated the Glorious Yang art to the peak level! What a genius! What a glorious genius!'' he shouted out loud as some people started to secretly point fingers at him and his painfully tight groin.
But he couldn't care less.
''As expected of my glorious ancestor!''
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Above them, the Ice Empress secretly smiled.
If anybody could see that natural smile on her face, they would either rub their eyes until the fake image cleared up, or slap themselves until they woke up. Nobody had seen the Ice Empress smile like this before.
A genuine, and a somewhat nostalgic smile that carried a trace of sadness on her perfect face.
Little Ghost took notice of it, but didn't mention it. But the Space Empress on the other hand, jumped on it.
''O-o-o-o-Ohhh?'' she smiled playfully as she got closer to the Ice Empress.
'Finally, something fun to play with.' she giggled secretly in joy.
''Feeling nostalgic? Did you have a brother like this as well?'' she whispered to the Ice Empresses' ear.
However, Ice Empress remained silent.
She almost pouted when the Ice Empress didn't give a reaction.
'I won't give up!''
''Maybe a lover?''
She tried her luck
''Or maybe, your child?''
She tried her luck even harder and went too far.
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The expensive and exquisite cup in the Ice Empresses hand exploded as she clenched her fist.
''He wasn't my child.'' her voice drawled out slowly.
Even though she wasn't shouting, anyone who heard it could feel the anger and annoyance contained in the voice.
Space Empress froze, not in fear, but in shock.
A smile took place on her face.
She chuckled as if she had won.
''Your son? I never said he was your son. I said he might resemble your son.'' she chuckled.
She had her suspicions from almost the start, but she didn't voice them out until now because of her hidden respect and her fear of fucking it up. But, this was enough of an evidence for her.
''So, what was he. Your lover, or your brother.'' Space Empress said as she glanced at the screen.
''He was your brother for sure.''
It was easy for her to connect the dots and see that the cold girl on the screen was the past self of the Ice Empress.
''But, was he your lover as well?''
As soon as she said it, a suffocating killing intent appeared.
Many beings with lower cultivation levels below them instantly passed out from the remnants of the killing intent that was directed at someone else.
''Don't push your luck too far. I might decide to freeze that little pathetic thing you call brain.''
Ice Empress suppressed her killing intent quickly and took out another cup to fill with a drink.
'You are lucky that you are still valuable and didn't insult my brother.' she took a deep breath to relieve her anger.
''It doesn't matter even if you find anything about my past. But if you interrupt me once again... I don't need to make empty threats, you know what will happen.''
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