Chapter 185: Ancestors Explode in Anger

The Old Prince, adhering to the principle of avoiding unnecessary trouble, could only say, “I must credit the blessings of our ancestors. To be honest, last night, I received a dream from my ancestors…”

“Ever since the new year, major events have frequently occurred in the palace. Could the ancestors be hinting that the Tiansheng Dynasty is about to witness the descent of a national deity?”

“Perhaps, and it’s still not yet midnight. Let’s wait a little longer. Maybe the national deity will appear today, so we should patiently await any movement from the temple.”

The tyrant sat on the dragon throne, listening to the officials’ heated discussions, and couldn’t help but glance at the temple.

Suddenly—

“Your Majesty, the imperial… the imperial tomb has exploded.”

The tyrant abruptly stood up, shocked, and the civil and military officials were all stunned.

“How did it explode again?”

“Your Majesty, the earlier report was mistaken. It wasn’t the imperial tomb but a grave in the small forest beside it that exploded.”

The tyrant let out a sigh of relief.

The officials, who had been holding their breath, also relaxed—what a scare!

“Wait!” The Old Prince suddenly spoke up, “Your Majesty, that grave next to the imperial tomb belongs to my family!”

The tyrant: !!! It does seem so.

“My goodness!” The Old Prince was dumbfounded and nearly fainted from fright.

To give the Old Prince some face, the tyrant said, “Prince Rong, don’t worry. I will go with you to see what’s going on.”

The officials looked at each other.

The Right Prime Minister: “Your Majesty, this old minister will accompany you.”

The Minister of Personnel: “Your Majesty, I will go too.”

The Minister of Justice, the great uncle, and others: “Your Majesty, wait for us.”

They were all eager to witness the event firsthand.

A large group of people headed to the small forest near the imperial tomb, where they saw the exploded grave mound.

“Father, Grandfather, Ancestors, what’s going on?” The Old Prince, who had just recovered, nearly collapsed again as he looked at the cracked earth of the grave mound. Even the trees surrounding the grave hadn’t been spared, as if they had been struck by lightning.

However, just as the Old Prince finished lamenting, the grave mound moved again, and a bolt of lightning struck, splitting the coffin open.

The Old Prince’s eyes widened as he knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. “Father! Even your coffin lid has been blasted off! Who caused this outrage?”

“Your Majesty, there’s been an unusual disturbance at the temple. It seems… it seems someone has broken in,” a guard urgently reported.

The tyrant frowned deeply. The last time there was an unusual disturbance at the temple was when Ah Bao had fallen asleep there.

The Right Prime Minister: “Your Majesty, could it be that the little princess has gone to the temple again? But this time, why hasn’t the temple lit up?”

Not only hadn’t it lit up, but it also blew up the Old Prince’s ancestral grave.

“Prince Rong, this matter…”

“Your Majesty, I request permission to go to the temple and see for myself.” The Old Prince was heartbroken, almost fainting from rage. His ancestral grave had exploded—what a disgrace!

The ancestors were clearly furious.

“Very well.” The tyrant was unsure of what to think, but on the way to the temple, he wondered if Ah Bao’s visit to the temple was what caused the Old Prince’s ancestral grave to explode.

But why the Old Prince’s ancestral grave and not the imperial tomb?

When they arrived at the temple, they saw the little princess sitting on the steps, munching on a small bun.

She was instructing the line of children standing on both sides: “Dis… disperse now.”

Everyone: “…”

It looked like a leader commanding her subordinates.

The little princess wasn’t even a year old, yet she had already become the boss of these kids?

“Father…” Ah Bao was surprised to see the tyrant.

Di Rongjing was also there.

The tyrant had just taken a step forward when a little rascal ran out of the hall, swaggering over to the little girl. “Ah Bao, I just sat in the temple for a full quarter of an hour! Am I impressive or what?

Grandfather said you only sat there for a short while last time, so this time I won! Call me boss!”

The tyrant and the officials finally understood.

Just now…

“You brat, where did you say you went?” The Old Prince snapped back to his senses, raising his voice.

Rong Yimeng, still basking in his small triumph, was startled to hear his grandfather’s voice. When he turned around and saw the crowd, he was surprised. “Wow, so many people! Grandfather, Uncle Emperor, why are you all here? I know, you must have heard that I went to the temple and came to see me, right? Hehe.”

The little rascal grinned broadly.

He had heard from the servants that when Ah Bao sat in the temple last time, the officials and even the emperor had come to greet her. However, they hadn’t returned to the capital yet, so he hadn’t seen it.

But back then, the emperor and officials had all praised Ah Bao.

So this time… under the same circumstances, were these people here to praise him too?

That’s fantastic!

“Ah Bao, quickly call me boss!” Rong Yimeng was still lost in his own little joy, unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

“Haha.” Ah Bao laughed heartily, her voice clear.

[Call you boss? How about I show you what it really means to be a boss?]

Ah Bao clapped her little hands joyfully. “Fight, fight, hehe…”

“Ah Bao, have I scared you silly?”

“You little rascal!” The Old Prince roared, his voice booming right in Rong Yimeng’s ear, startling him.

Before he could react, the Old Prince grabbed him by the collar. “Grandfather, what’s wrong?”

“I should be asking you what’s wrong! How dare you sit in the temple? Do you think you can overturn the heavens, you little rascal?”

“Grandfather, wuwuwu, if Ah Bao can sit in the shrine, why can’t I?”

“The Tenth Princess sits in the shrine, and the ancestral graves emit green smoke. When you sit in the shrine, your great-grandfather’s coffin lid can’t even stay closed. You tell me why!” The old prince growled in a low voice, his tone filled with anger.

This was the first time since his recovery that he spoke with such force.

He never expected that it would be directed at his own mischievous grandson.

Rong Yimeng burst into loud wails, making the old prince’s head throb with pain.

“Who gave you the nerve to sit in the shrine! Are you so full you’ve got nothing better to do?”

“Wuwuwu, I was betting with Ah Bao, and then…”

“Grandfather, he wants to be the boss!” Little Ah Bao tugged at the old prince’s robe, her eyes wide and round.

The old prince’s face instantly turned green with fright. “Rong Yimeng!!! Are you trying to rebel?”

“This brat even wants to boss Ah Bao around?” The tyrant emperor’s gaze darkened. Although he usually doted on Rong Yimeng, the sole heir of the Rong family, that was no excuse for him to try to dominate Ah Bao.

“Uncle Emperor, Grandfather, I know I was wrong. I won’t fight with Ah Bao or Brother Rongjing anymore. I won’t dare do it again.”

The old prince snorted coldly, “You won’t learn without a beating. Just look at you, a troublemaker, wanting to be Ah Bao’s boss and even daring to sit in the shrine. You’re practically driving our ancestors to fury. Beat him! Beat him within an inch of his life!”