For instance, there were limitations such as not being able to resign, engage in treasonous activities, or behave unreasonably and illogically.
For example, he couldn’t arbitrarily curse the Emperor and officials or do anything self-destructive.
But as long as he was reasonably dismissed from his position, he could still ascend to immortality!
In that case, what use was being an official!
Wouldn’t it be much better to find an opportunity to die in that official skin and instantly become an Immortal King?
Promotions were difficult, but demotions were simple, weren’t they?
As the saying goes, ‘When the leader sings, I match the song. When the leader picks up a dish, I rotate the table. When the leader drinks water, I hit the brakes…’ In short, do the opposite of what’s done for promotion!
Even if he had to disregard the Empress Dowager, even if he had to confront her openly and help the female Emperor, even if he had to offend the Empress Dowager to the point of death, it would still be a profitable move!
So, directly submitting a memorial to the Empress Dowager for political reform, supporting the female Emperor, and directly offending the Empress Dowager to the point of making her lose her temper, was his best choice.
After all, the original host was an incredibly upright person, so being a loyal subject was only natural.
Why would he provoke the Empress Dowager if it wasn’t for loyalty? He wasn’t the original host; he was a modern person, with no loyalty to the female Emperor whatsoever.
Thus, fueled by strong visions of the future, he directly withstood the Empress Dowager’s terrifying aura and struggled immensely to say:
“I… respectfully implore the Empress Dowager… not to be attached to power…”
Seeing his unyielding spirit, as if he had cast aside life and death, dedicating himself wholeheartedly to the Empress, a trace of emotion flickered across the poker faces of the normally expressionless courtiers.
Though the Empress maintained her timid appearance, her small hand hidden in her sleeve clenched tightly, as if she was suppressing something, her fingernails digging deep into her flesh, oblivious to the pain.
“Heh…”
A familiar cold laugh sounded from the side, causing the Empress to tense up.
As expected, the next moment, the air around Lu Chen suddenly froze violently again, and the invisible force suppressing him increased several times over.
“Ugh!”
Lu Chen couldn’t help but emit a pained groan, and after a moment, a trail of crimson blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Even the courtiers who were observing coldly on the side could distinctly feel the Empress Dowager’s terrifying aura. Their court attire moved without the wind, indicating the Empress Dowager’s intense anger.
The courtiers couldn’t help but shudder, thinking that this young man was about to collapse and kneel on the ground any moment now. In their eyes, facing the Empress Dowager’s overwhelming pressure head-on, not just a small seventh-rank official who had recently entered the court, even the powerful ministers might struggle to withstand it.
Watching Lu Chen support himself desperately under the Empress Dowager’s oppressive aura, the Empress’s breath involuntarily hitched, her lips clamping down on her teeth. Despite her façade of timidity, she concealed her true thoughts and emotions deep within.
However, even under the sensation of being pressed down like a mountain, his skin splitting open under the tremendous force, experiencing intense pain that radiated throughout his body, his breath becoming increasingly difficult, and the scene before him growing blurrier, but…
Lu Chen still didn’t fall!
The swaying of his body grew more pronounced, his chest heaving more violently.
His hairpin fell amid the swaying, and his jet-black hair came loose from its bindings, falling messily and covering his face.
Yet, he still persisted…