288: Chapter 288 How about we clear out the Great Yan Imperial Palace for you to choose your consorts?

However, Cao Kun, standing beside her, did not care in the least.

This guy's skin was as thick as a city wall.

Not only did he feel no embarrassment, but he even took a step forward proactively.

Looking at the officials below, he spoke in a resonant voice.

"My esteemed subjects, rise!"

The officials thanked him and rose.

The Old Prime Minister, leaning on his cane, stood up shakily, bowed deeply to Cao Kun once more, and began to flatter him loudly.

"The Prince Consort's Divine Might is peerless; not only did you slay the Demon Venerable with your sword, but you also protected the Central Plains."

"Upon returning to the court, you disregarded the exhaustion of travel, discussing the Dao and cultivation with Her Majesty day and night, strengthening the foundation of our Great Yan imperial family!"

As this shocking flattery came out, the surrounding officials were filled with awe.

"Truly worthy of being the Son of the Plane! Even your discussion of the Dao is so earth-shattering!"

"You have worked hard, Prince Consort!"

Listen to that! This is what you call a pillar of the state!

Not only was this old man good at filling in the blanks with his imagination, but his flattery was also remarkably fresh and refined.

Cao Kun grinned and went along with the conversation.

"Old Prime Minister, you have a keen eye!"

"The discussion of the Dao these past few days was indeed exceptionally intense and perilous. Several times, the collision of Dao Law almost shattered the Formation of this dragon-patterned flying boat."

Empress Yue Chan, listening to this dead scumbag's high-sounding nonsense, felt her vision go black, and she nearly fainted from anger.

She really couldn't take it anymore.

If she stayed any longer, she feared she would be unable to stop herself from kicking this bastard off the dragon-patterned flying boat right then and there.

"Return to the palace!"

Empress Yue Chan spat out these two words coldly and turned to fly toward the imperial palace hall first.

Cao Kun, surrounded by the officials, followed behind, looking triumphant.

Great Yan Imperial Palace, Golden Throne Hall.

Under the resplendent dome, the civil and military officials were lined up on both sides, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Cao Kun walked straight up the nine-tiered white jade steps that symbolized the highest power of Great Yan.

He reached the wide dragon throne carved with nine five-clawed golden dragons and sat down on it.

Not only that, but he also casually pulled Empress Yue Chan into his arms, making her sit on his lap.

The dragon throne was the exclusive seat of the emperors of past generations, symbolizing supreme imperial power.

Except for the emperor, anyone who dared to touch it, even for a moment, would be committing a crime of treason punishable by the extermination of their nine clans!

Let alone doing what Cao Kun did, not only sitting on it himself.

But also holding the dignified Empress of Great Yan on his lap to sit together!

But at this moment.

Not a single person stood up to accuse Cao Kun of overstepping his bounds.

In their hearts, they even felt this scene was incredibly harmonious and only right!

Empress Yue Chan sat on Cao Kun's lap, feeling completely uncomfortable.

Although she had long been accustomed to Cao Kun's overbearing nature.

Being held like this in front of the civil and military officials still made her feel extremely ashamed.

"You... let me go quickly, what kind of behavior is this!"

Empress Yue Chan lowered her voice and warned him anxiously in his ear.

"Shh, my beloved concubine, don't move around, be careful of misfiring."

Cao Kun tightened his arms, rested his chin on Empress Yue Chan's shoulder, and chuckled.

"Look at this group of old foxes below, who dares to say a single word of objection? In this Cultivator world, the strong are ultimately revered."

"Laws are merely tools established by the strong to constrain the weak."

Empress Yue Chan glanced at the silent officials below, sighed helplessly, gave up struggling completely, and let Cao Kun hold her.

Just then, the Minister of Rites, carrying a golden memorial as thick as a city brick, came running out of the line.

He trotted out of the queue.

He knelt below the jade steps and held the memorial high with both hands.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, reporting to the Prince Consort!"

"This is the gift list that I have just compiled! The various Immortal Family, super Holy Land, and hidden Sects of the Central Plains, upon hearing of the Prince Consort's triumphant return, sent their congratulatory gifts to the Imperial Capital overnight!"

The old Minister opened the memorial and began to read aloud.

"Tianyan Holy Land, presents ten High Grade Spiritual Veins! One hundred catties of ten-thousand-year-old violet gold marrow! Three Heaven Rank High Grade Magic Treasure!"

"Wuji Demon Sect, gifts one billion High-Grade Spirit Stone! One set of ancient Demon Dragon bones! One thousand High Grade beauty-preserving pills!"

"Shenhuo Valley, gifts one Earth Heart Fire Lotus! Ten boxes of Fire Vein crystals! Ten thousand catties of Li Fire profound iron..."

As the Minister of Rites read out each item.

The officials in the hall heard it with rapid breathing and eyes shining with greed.

They had struck it rich!

Any one of these resources was worth the total national treasury income of the Great Yan Dynasty for the past hundred years.

And now, those high and mighty old monsters of the Central Plains were acting as if they were giving away Chinese cabbage.

They were desperately stuffing them into the Great Yan Imperial Palace.

This is the prestige of the Son of the Plane!

It took a full half-stick of incense worth of time before the list of supplies was finished being read.

Just when everyone thought it was over.

The Minister of Rites turned to the last page of the gift list and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"In addition... the Old Ancestor of each Sect, in gratitude for the Prince Consort's life-saving grace, specifically selected the female Disciple with the best Aptitude and most beautiful appearance from their own Sect, as well as stunning female Elder who are proficient in various secret techniques!"

"A total of... eight hundred and thirty-six people!"

"These eight hundred plus Fairy are currently being escorted by the Elders of each Sect and are waiting outside the palace gate, awaiting the Prince Consort's inspection and acceptance!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The officials of Great Yan looked at each other in dismay.

Over eight hundred top Prodigy Disciples and beautiful Elders?!

Did they just round up all the top-tier beauties in the entire Central Plains Cultivator world?!

Cao Kun, sitting on the dragon throne, was also stunned.

Good heavens, these old fogies are quite efficient!

When they said they would send people outside the Ancient God Ruins, he thought it was just polite talk; he didn't expect these old foxes to be serious, and they even super-doubled it!

Before Cao Kun could grin and gloat.

He felt a bone-chilling coldness spreading up his thigh.

He saw the Empress of Great Yan, who had just been obediently leaning in his arms with a rosy flush on her face.

At this moment, her pretty face was already covered with a thick layer of frost.

"Cao Kun, these eight hundred delicate beauties, how do you plan to handle them?"

The temperature in the hall plummeted.

The civil and military officials all lowered their heads, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Everyone present was no fool and could hear the sourness in Her Majesty the Empress's words.

"Why not go and choose? Or should I clear out the Great Yan harem and let them all move in?"

"So it's convenient for you, this Son of the Plane, to work hard day and night and spread your favors evenly?"

Cao Kun sat on the dragon throne, watching Empress Yue Chan's man-eating expression, and not only was he not panicked.

Instead, he found this Empress, whose jealousy had overflowed, to be exceptionally exciting.

Testing the edge of danger.

Cao Kun waved his hand and replied arrogantly.

"Only children make choices!"

"As a dignified Son of the Plane, of course, I want them all!"

As his voice fell.

The civil and military officials standing on both sides of the hall felt their scalps tingle.

They secretly lifted their eyelids, glanced at Cao Kun sitting on the dragon throne, and then at Empress Yue Chan, whose spiritual power was running wild.

It's over.

The Prince Consort is getting carried away.

Right in front of Her Majesty the Empress, in the Golden Throne Hall, he publicly declared he would accept over eight hundred women.

This is simply dancing wildly on the Empress's minefield!

The Old Prime Minister reacted the fastest.

He had been in the imperial court for hundreds of years, and his sense of smell for danger was sharper than a dog's.

"Reporting to Your Majesty! Reporting to the Prince Consort!"

"I just remembered that the sow I've raised at home for ten years is having a difficult labor today, and I urgently need to go back and deliver it myself!"

"The matter is sudden and extremely urgent! I shall take my leave first!"

After saying this, the Old Prime Minister didn't even wait for a word from above, turned around with his cane, and ran wildly out of the hall.

That speed, where did it look like an old man on the verge of death? It was even faster than a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator flying on a sword!

Yu Linglong