"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. As for those 30 thousand beauties, you … Send them back to where they came from." Yang Xuan said.
He wanted to say that he could enjoy it himself, but thinking about it, he definitely wouldn't dare to, so he changed his mind.
Out of all the officials, only Zhang Zhong Yang dared to speak to Yang Xuan. The others didn't dare to interrupt and just listened on in fear.
Zhang Zhong Yang mustered up his courage and said, "Since Your Majesty doesn't like those 30 thousand beauties, then do you and the Empress have any children?"
Yang Xuan's expression froze.
He didn't know why, but he still couldn't get Xiao Jing and the other girls pregnant. It was extremely strange.
However, as a man, he naturally couldn't back down. He laughed coldly, "What do you mean?"
Zhang Zhong Yang went all out and said loudly, "Your Majesty, the Empire needs a successor to calm the people down."
Yang Xuan said, "Then, choose one from the entire human race."
Zhang Zhong Yang panicked, "Your Majesty, you can't do that unless you want the entire human race to be in chaos."
Yang Xuan frowned and thought about it. That was really the case.
Choosing a wise person sounded simple, but what was the standard? Was it just based on what he said?
Of course, it was okay when he was here, but if he left, who knew if some ambitious people would have bad thoughts?
Now, he finally understood why the ancient Emperors wanted their eldest son to be the Crown Prince.
People's hearts!
When everyone thought that way, the hearts of the people calmed down.
Yang Xuan had a headache.
He might have to go through a huge battle and it was hard to say whether he would live or die. Zhang Zhong Yang and the officials' suggestions made sense.
But the problem was where was he going to create a son?
He thought about it and couldn't figure it out. In the end, he had no choice. He decided to create a clone to be his son. In the future, when he had a son, he would think of a way.
Actually, based on what he thought in the past, he didn't want to be the ruler of the Imperial Dynasty at all. He could just find someone else.
But now, he knew how amusing and childish his thoughts were.
Although the entire human race was singing and dancing now, it was built on his absolute strength.
If it was anyone else, just the officials in the hall, including Zhang Zhong Yang, would definitely not submit to the new Emperor of the Imperial Dynasty.
At that time, the human race would fall into chaos.
"Actually, I have a son." Yang Xuan decided to lie.
Zhang Zhong Yang and the rest were stunned for a moment before they were overjoyed, "Your Majesty, is this true? Is he really Your Majesty's son?"
"Of course." Yang Xuan continued to lie.
Actually, he wasn't lying. If he created a clone, it would be no different from his own son.
All the officials were overjoyed. Zhang Zhong Yang excitedly said, "Your Majesty, may I ask where His Highness the Crown Prince is right now?"
Yang Xuan couldn't make a clone in front of these people, so he said, "He's on a planet far away. I'll go pick him up later."
Zhang Zhong Yang was so happy that his beard curled up, "Your Majesty, there's no time to lose. Please bring His Highness the Crown Prince back immediately."
Yang Xuan faked a frown, "But his cultivation isn't high."
He didn't plan on giving this clone much power. Bai Qi's incident was still fresh in his mind.
Zhang Zhong Yang shook his head like a rattle-drum, "Your Majesty, even if His Highness isn't a martial artist, it's fine. His Highness the Crown Prince has a high status. He has to do everything himself."
Yang Xuan understood. These people just needed him to take out a son to make a symbol to calm them down. As for whether the symbol had a high cultivation or not, it didn't matter.
"Alright, wait here. I'll go find him now." Yang Xuan said.
After that, he disappeared from the throne.
In the boundless starry sky, Yang Xuan stood on a desolate planet.
He was prepared to wander around for a few days before making a clone to bring back.
If he did it too quickly, it would be suspicious.
Since he had nothing to do, he started to study the Heaven, Earth, and Human Heart Pearls.
After the four pearls were obtained by the imposter, they didn't seem to have been damaged at all. When Yang Xuan probed with his divine sense, they reestablished a strange connection with him.
However, they didn't seem to have any memories of their previous experiences. He didn't know what the imposter did to deceive them.
When the white Human Pearl flew past Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan suddenly remembered that the Human Pearl contained dozens of small worlds. He had stayed in these small worlds before. He wondered how they were now.
Since he had nothing to do, he might as well go back and take a look.
As soon as he thought of it, Yang Xuan's body shrunk and entered the Human Pearl.
In the next moment, a strange look appeared in his eyes.
In the vast expanse of white void, rainbow-colored bubbles of various sizes were constantly floating in the mist, like beautiful pearls, dazzling the eyes.
But what made Yang Xuan feel strange was not the beautiful scenery, but the fact that this scene seemed so familiar.
Weren't the endless bubble universes in the void just like this?
With a strange feeling in his heart, Yang Xuan entered a bubble.
After a while, a strange look appeared on his face.
He recognized that this was a world that he had entered before. It was the Martial Arts World.
If he remembered correctly, he had taken in a disciple in this world. The fisherman's grandson was called Mo Xiaoyu.
The place where he was standing was the eye of this world, which was also the place where he would enter another world.
"Since I'm here, I'll just take a look. I wonder how Xiaoyu is doing." Yang Xuan smiled.
With a sway of his body, he appeared in a big city.
The pedestrians were bustling with activity. They were all looking at him curiously.
Just as Yang Xuan was about to find someone to ask, he suddenly saw a huge statue erected in the center of the city's plaza.
Yang Xuan showed a strange look again. This was because the statue was actually his disciple, Mo Xiaoyu.
He definitely wouldn't be mistaken. Even though the statue looked older than when he had taken her in as his disciple, Yang Xuan was someone who could naturally recognize that it was Mo Xiaoyu's adult appearance.
"Sir, who is this statue of?" Yang Xuan asked as he pulled over a leisurely old man.
The old man asked very strangely, "Are you blind? Isn't that Immortal Xuan Yu? "
Immortal Xuan Yu?
Yang Xuan was confused. He looked at the statue again.
The old man looked at Yang Xuan suspiciously and said, "Everyone here knows about Immortal Xuan Yu, right?"
Seeing that he was about to be seen through, Yang Xuan had an idea and said, "Sir, I was injured here before. I lost all my memories. Sigh, I'm so pitiful."
The old man no longer doubted him and said, "Oh, oh, so that's how it is. I knew it. How could anyone not know about Immortal Xuan Yu?"
Yang Xuan struck while the iron was hot and asked, "Sir, can you tell me about this Immortal Xuan Yu?"
"No time!" The old man rejected him. "I still have to get some wine."
Yang Xuan looked at the wine gourd hanging from his waist and said helplessly, "Sir, I have a bottle of good wine here. I'll give it to you. Help me recover my memories. How about it?"
The old man's eyes lit up and asked, "What wine?"
Yang Xuan took out a bottle of Wuliangye from his storage space and handed it to the old man.
The old man took it and opened the lid without a word and took a swig.
"Cough, cough, cough. Oh my, good wine. Young man, what do you want to know? Just ask." The old man beamed.
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