Sleeping in this room at night, Fang Jueyu felt completely uncomfortable, even a bit tense, as if closing his eyes would summon that ancestor named Fang Jing who would approach him menacingly with a red whip, waking him up twice from his dreams.
Before going to bed last night, he had even posted an update, and by the time he woke up in the morning, the comments section had exploded. Spending the night at the Platinum Palace, having dinner with Queen Yisha'er, and even taking a photo with the nation's goddess, Princess Silet.
Everything he did yesterday would be enough for an ordinary person to boast about for a lifetime. If envy, jealousy, and hatred could kill, Fang Jueyu would have been whipped to death hundreds of times.
