The bright moon hung in the sky and the palace was silent. Meanwhile, Jingcheng was still bustling with noise.
In the bedroom.
The lights flickered, and behind the curtains, two figures sat by the bed. One was Jiang Changsheng, and the other was Mu Lingluo in a phoenix crown and colorful cloud robe.
"You founded the Heavenly Court, but you also became the Emperor. Isn't that bad?"
Mu Lingluo softly asked with a teasing tone.
Jiang Changsheng held her hand and said with a smile, "My position as emperor is only temporary. After all, above Heavenly Jing is the Heavenly Court, and it is divided into superior and subordinate ranks. Even my position as the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Court is only temporary. Sooner or later, the position will have to be handed over to our descendants."
