On the center of the white-jade banquet stage. With his 100-Year Regressor Plot Halo permanently shattered to 0% and every spiritual meridian in his body sealed by ten-year-old Gu Ye Xiao’s twelve bamboo-ruler strikes. Second Prince Qian Ye slumped on his swollen knees like an empty sack of rotten husks.
When the final 1% spark of his Halo had disintegrated inside his brow meridian a moment ago. The ruthless backlash of the Heavenly Script had scrubbed every single remaining fragment of his “hundred-year future memory” into a blank white void.
He could no longer remember the Upper Realm. He could not remember sitting on the past-life Dragon Throne, nor could he remember a single secret realm or alchemy formula from the next eighty years.
In fact, his short-circuited mind could barely remember half the schemes he had plotted yesterday morning!
All that remained on the white-jade stage was a crippled, toothless. Rank 0 mortal debtor who owed the Gu Family and the taxpayers of the Great Qian Kingdom twelve million four hundred and eighty thousand silver taels!
Up on the northern dais, sixty-eight-year-old Emperor Qian Long stood up from the Golden Dragon Throne and walked steadily down the nine carved dragon steps. Flanked on his left by seventy-year-old Prime Minister Lin [Warmth: 88/100] and on his right by seventy-two-year-old Old Marshal Tie [Warmth: 96/100].
