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The dawn's light was about to break through the night sky, and in that luxurious bedroom, Soren and Queen Wenna's entanglement was gradually coming to an end.

It wasn't until almost dawn that Soren reluctantly left Queen Wenna's alluring body.

A trace of intoxication and satisfaction still lingered in his eyes, as if he were still immersed in the passionate moments he shared with Queen Wenna.

Queen Wenna, a woman with succubus blood, was not only an emotional partner for Soren, but also a powerful aid on his path to improving his cultivation.

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Each entanglement made the improvement of his cultivation more and more obvious.

Now, he thought to himself, if he maintained this pace, even if he didn't deliberately cultivate on weekdays, he would be fully confident of breaking through the eighth rank within a year, which was undoubtedly an exciting prospect.

And if he could arrange his time reasonably for cultivation on this basis, coupled with the nourishment of power he obtained from Queen Wenna, he even had the confidence to break through the eighth rank in just three months.

At this time, Queen Wenna was lying lazily on the bed, her beautiful face showing a trace of fatigue, but it was difficult to hide the charm after satisfaction.

Her posture was like a blooming flower that was slightly lazy, exuding a charming aura.

Just as Soren tidied up his clothes and prepared to turn around and leave, she suddenly reached out and gently grabbed Soren's hand, her slender fingers tightly entwined with his, as if silently expressing her reluctance and attachment.

"Kiss me before you go."

Queen Wenna slightly raised her delicate lips, her eyes full of coquetry and expectation.

Her voice was soft and coquettish, like a cute kitten meowing softly, making it difficult to refuse.

Looking at her like this, Soren felt a little helpless, but more than that, he was indulgent towards her.

He leaned down slightly and gently kissed her lips, a kiss filled with tenderness and reluctance.

Afterwards, he straightened up, resolutely turned around, and quickly left her bedroom.

Since their relationship was confirmed, Queen Wenna's performance in bed was completely different from her usual dignified image. She was like a complete little woman, showing Soren the tenderness and dependence deep in her heart without reservation.

She especially loved to act spoiled, always using various tricks to win Soren's attention and love, and Soren also enjoyed it, enjoying her unique love and intimacy.

On the third day after Emperor Gustav declared that he would personally deal with Prince Oltriv, an oppressive and mysterious atmosphere permeated the palace.

Prince Oltriv, a figure who usually walked on thin ice in the court's power struggles, ran into the palace crying with a face full of grief, his figure slightly embarrassed, as if he had lost his former majesty and composure.

He was here to see the Empress Dowager off on her final journey.

In the palace's banquet hall, the lights were brilliant, but there was an unspeakable sadness.

Gustav sat on the high throne, his face extremely melancholy, the deep wrinkles seemed to have deepened a bit in the past few days, and his eyes were full of fatigue and pain.

Under the influence of alcohol, his emotions could no longer be suppressed, and he suddenly got up, walked towards Prince Oltriv, and then hugged him tightly, crying loudly.

"Fourth brother, now only the two of us brothers are left."

Gustav's voice carried a trace of trembling, a trace of the intertwining of years and pain, echoing in the silent banquet hall, as if telling a long and complex palace past.

Prince Oltriv also cooperated and wept bitterly, his tears sliding down his cheeks, wetting his gorgeous clothes.

"Brother, you must take care of your health."

His tone was full of concern and worry, and anyone who didn't know the truth would be moved by the deep friendship between these brothers.

However, Soren sat aside, watching all this coldly.

He secretly slandered in his heart, this was simply a brilliant performance, his father and uncle were figures of Oscar-winning level.

After all, he knew in his heart that his previous actions had already angered his brother, the emperor, and as soon as he stepped into the palace, it was like a lamb entering a tiger's mouth, and he could be killed by his own brother at any time.

However, the surrounding ministers were all confused by this appearance, and they all showed approving expressions, as if they were gratified by the "deep friendship" between these royal brothers. In their eyes, this was a symbol of royal unity and a cornerstone of imperial stability.

At this moment, Gustav suddenly dropped a bombshell, he slowly said: "Soren is still too young, I have already made a decree that after I die, the throne will be inherited by the fourth brother, and after you die, the throne will be passed on to Soren."

As soon as this was said, the entire hall was instantly silent, and the originally slightly noisy hall seemed to have been cast with magic, and everyone was stunned.

The ministers looked at me and I looked at you, their eyes full of shock and doubt, they whispered to each other, all feeling incredible at the emperor's sudden decision.

In their understanding, the inheritance of the throne has always followed established traditions and rules, and now Gustav's arrangement completely broke the routine, plunging them into deep confusion.

Soren even widened his eyes, his heart as if there were thousands of alpacas galloping.

He frowned, trying to think in his mind, always feeling like he had heard a similar routine somewhere.

Prince Oltriv was also shocked, a trace of panic flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure and quickly declined: "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about, I will definitely assist Soren with all my strength to stabilize the royal family and restore the glory of the empire."

His tone was sincere and firm, trying to show that he had no intention of the throne, but just wanted to assist Soren wholeheartedly and maintain the stability and prosperity of the royal family.

Gustav shook his head firmly, his eyes revealing a kind of helplessness and resoluteness.

"No, Soren is too young, not to mention the capital, the great nobles of various regions will not accept him, and there is an urgent need for a royal prince with prestige to take the lead. If it was before, then Soren would naturally have no problem."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if bearing the heavy burden of the entire empire, and every word revealed his deep insight and concern for the current situation.