Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 359 - 199, 200. Indifferent to the outside world, laughter and lies (please subscribe)

Chapter 359: 199, 200. Indifferent to the outside world, laughter and lies (please subscribe)

Song Cheng finally saw Ting’s face.

The youthful face from his memory had aged, with sunken eyes, pale skin, and a thin figure, the chill that not even the warmth of the room could conceal caused Song Cheng unspeakable heartache.

He knew, Ting was an aberration that should not have existed.

To be a person, yet not a human.

To be a Zhan, yet not qualified.

The strength of her youth had turned into a torment worse than death as she aged, so much so that she could neither prolong her life nor live without constant struggle.

Ting was crying.

Song Cheng cupped her face, wiped her tears away, and said, "Trust in father."

"Yes," the Elder Princess gently responded.

Song Cheng then helped her lie down on the couch, and as it was winter, he at least wanted to wait until the next end of spring before departing.

At dusk with snow falling, the setting sun had not yet faded completely, Song Cheng sat inside the Elder Princess’s palace.

Given such a sudden change of dynasty, had it happened during his younger years, he would have undoubtedly been extremely shocked, but now... he only felt indifferent.

As long as this dynasty was prosperous and long-lasting, without wars, and could accommodate his descendants, he had no issues whatsoever.

And upon entering the city, he had already roughly understood the situation in the Imperial Capital.

Thus, he had to go out once more.

...

...

At a Scholar’s Mansion, Song An had taken a liking to that scholar’s beautiful wife and was about to have her serve him when he suddenly stiffened. He felt a stern and dreadful presence targeting him, carrying a cold and familiar voice through the air.

"Come out."

Song An stiffened.

As the scholar’s wife was in the process of undressing, enduring her humiliation, with her sumptuous flesh being revealed,

Just as she was about to serve this wayward Emperor, Song An suddenly pulled her hand and said, "Stop undressing, I have to attend to something; your services are not needed now."

After speaking, Song An quickly wrapped himself in his robe, put on his shoes, and then rushed out of the Scholar’s Mansion, following the voice swiftly. He had barely rushed out when many hidden guards in the dark started moving.

Song An waved his hand to the followers behind him, signaling them not to follow.

The guards were taken aback, as this was unprecedented, but... with Song An’s imperial authority at its peak, his gesture was enough to stop anyone from following.

Song An quickly made his way towards the source of the voice, and indeed... in a small grove behind the Scholar’s Mansion, he saw a youth, one who seemed even younger than him.

The youth was wrapped in a Mysterious robe, unarmed.

But...

Boom.

The founding Emperor, without a word, immediately knelt down, bowed his head, and lowered his eyes, then said, "Father, you’re back."

Song Cheng said, "Enjoying your throne, is it fun?"

Song An did not make any excuses but just sighed deeply and retorted, "Father, what else can I do if I don’t enjoy myself?"

"As the ruler behaves, so do those below, chaos will surely ensue!" Song Cheng said, "Aren’t the many consorts in your household enough? Yet you must go out and do these things?"

Song An was dismissive and said, "Father, they can’t overturn anything, no one can."

Song Cheng suppressed his voice and said, "What about ten generations or a hundred generations later? The debts you incur today will surely fall to your descendants."

Song An said, "That is far in the future, what does it matter to me?"

"Damn it."

Song Cheng immediately became furious, advanced, grabbed Song An,

Song An did not resist at all, just getting pressed down onto a large piece of blue rock.

Song Cheng inhaled and exhaled, the surrounding wind and snow turned violent, he picked up a wooden branch and hit his son’s buttocks hard.

Song An clenched his teeth, uttering not a sound.

After a flurry of hits, Song Cheng casually threw the branch aside, then looked at Song An whose eyes clearly lacked any light, suddenly saying, "The Ghostly Soul can be broken."

Song An was startled, his eyes suddenly sparkled.

Though he was nearly forty, he had already reached the peak of his life in terms of power, influence, and achievements, and now he was hearing that his power could be elevated further, how could he not be interested?

"Really?" Song An’s voice even trembled.

Song Cheng nodded.

Song An, regardless of the pain in his behind, immediately stood and knelt again, saying, "I was wrong, Father."

Song Cheng said, "I don’t want to see the dynasty in turmoil, nor do I want to see you planting the seeds of disaster."

Song An hurriedly said, "Yes."

After a moment of thought, he asked, "Father, should I establish the Crown Prince early?"

Song Cheng said, "Is Changjian not suitable?"

Song An said, "Changjian is too cowardly; in anyone’s hands, he would be a puppet, first it was Ji Youke, now it’s the stepmother. I get a headache just seeing them."

Song Cheng really wanted to say, "If your stepmother wants to control a puppet, let her control it; let her play how she wants," but after thinking it over, he still didn’t say it—what kind of thing is that to say? Telling a son, "Don’t let your wife control your son; let your stepmother do it?"

Moreover, An Chenyu would surely be unhappy if he knew he said such a thing.

Besides, Song An also made him realize one thing: his own family had entered the "Grass-growing Period," just like he had before.

Simply put, they no longer faced the intense survival pressures of before and found themselves without purpose.

Song An was much more ambitious and a better child in the past, but how was his behavior now different from that of a tyrant?

If there must be a confrontation, then let it be, good for killing time.

So he said, "Let it be so, but whoever destabilizes the dynasty, I will not spare... and in this household, no one I recognize can die a wrongful death."

Song An nodded repeatedly, pondered for a moment, then said, "Father, wherever you go next time, take me with you... This throne really is meaningless. Just a few years in, and I’m tired of it. Father, I’ll follow you, I want to see more of the world."