The Great Dream God

The emperor, the majestic and powerful ruler, stretched out his hand tremblingly. The hand that once commanded thousands of troops and pointed out the country now seemed so weak and powerless. His fingers curled slightly, as if looking for a little support, and finally, they rested weakly on Wang Wu's hand. Wang Wu's hand was solid and powerful, as stable as a mountain. He did not hesitate at all and held the emperor's hand tightly, conveying a silent promise and loyalty.

Meng Jin stood aside, his eyes were sharp. When he saw this scene, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction in his heart, knowing that his long-planned plan had finally come true. The handshake between the emperor and Wang Wu symbolized the transfer of power and also heralded the beginning of a new era. However, this was only the beginning, and the road ahead was still full of unknowns.

He watched quietly, and the emperor's eyes flashed with complex emotions, with both nostalgia for the past and worries about the future. And Wang Wu, with a firm look in his eyes, seemed ready to take on the heavy responsibility. Their hands, one weak and the other strong, were closely connected at this moment, forming a silent picture that told the story of power and trust.

Meng Jin knew that this was just the beginning, and what was to come might be even more turbulent. He was looking forward to it, but also nervous, because he knew that every decision might affect the fate of the entire empire. However, no matter what the outcome, he would stick to his duties, continue to observe in the dark, and record the historical changes of this country.

In this ever-changing world, the handshake between the emperor and Wang Wu is like a flash of lightning that cuts through the darkness and illuminates the road ahead. As the behind-the-scenes promoter of this historical drama, Meng Jin's mission is far from over. He will continue to witness in the shadows until everything is settled.

In the magnificent palace of the North Sea Empire, a solemn and firm voice echoed. The emperor held his child's hand tightly, and the hand was warm and powerful, as if it was a mark of inheritance, foreshadowing future power. His body was weak, but the light in his eyes was extremely tenacious, which was the expectation for the future and the trust in his son.

The eunuchs around the emperor all looked solemn, knowing what this moment meant. The emperor stood up slowly, and every step seemed so difficult, but his back was still as straight as a pine tree, as if telling everyone that even with illness, he was still the master of the North Sea Empire. Although his movements were slow, each one was full of power, which was the dignity of the emperor, and the majesty that no one could shake.

"From now on," the emperor's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a stone falling to the ground, "my son Wang Wu will take over my scepter and become the crown prince of the North Sea Empire." His words were full of fatherly love and expectation, as if announcing to the world that his son would be the new hope of the empire and the backbone of the North Sea Empire's future.

"Wait until this old fellow has completed the last journey of his life," the emperor's eyes swept over everyone present. His eyes were filled with reluctance, expectation, and deep love. "The throne of the North Sea Empire will be passed to Wang Wu, and he will become the new emperor of the North Sea Empire!"

At that moment, the entire venue seemed to be frozen by an invisible aura of majesty, and all eyes were focused on the same spot, like starlight gathering to illuminate the lofty figure. People held their breath, their heartbeats echoed in the air, and every heart was trembling for the spectacular scene that was about to happen. Their eyes were full of awe and expectation, just like believers looking up at the sacred altar.

Suddenly, a silent command seemed to be transmitted in the air, and everyone exchanged shocked looks at the same time. In those looks, there was both unbelievable amazement and deep awe of the supreme authority. They seemed to have seen a great decision, a moment that could change their fate, so without any hesitation, they all knelt down on the ground, their movements were uniform, like waves in the ocean, one after another, mighty and majestic.

"Your Majesty is wise!" Their voices resounded like thunder, resounding throughout the palace, deafening, yet full of lofty respect. Every word was filled with trust in the emperor's consistent faith and warm praise for his wise decisions. Their voices merged into a hymn, praising the emperor's supreme wisdom and decisiveness, allowing the whole world to hear their voices and feel their deep loyalty and admiration.

Meng Jin's eyes suddenly widened as big as copper bells, and the depths of his pupils were filled with ripples of shock, as if a surging wave was rolling in his heart, violent and unquenchable. He had never thought that something so subversive would happen. The absurdity of this matter was like a flash of lightning that pierced through his cognitive sky and hit the boundaries of his thinking, making him unable to adapt. How could it be possible, how could it be possible that Wang Wu, the former monarch, could return to the throne so easily? This scene was as strange as a drama in a fantasy world, and every frame challenged his limit of belief, making people repeatedly question themselves in astonishment whether they were really in reality.

Wang Wu, a once unknown figure in the human empire, is now about to ascend the throne of the North Sea Empire. He has no relatives or roots in the North Sea Empire. It is like a bolt of lightning that instantly illuminates the entire royal sky. However, behind this seemingly sudden change, there is a carefully planned chess game.

Edward had seen through all of this. He sighed slightly, and his deep eyes flashed with the light of insight like stars: "Wang Wu, he lurks in the human empire like a ghost, and his understanding of the inner workings of the North Sea Empire is like a blind man touching an elephant. He has no relatives in the North Sea, just like a grass without roots, which means he has no power of his own, no foundation of his own. Those civil officials and military generals accepted Wang Wu because they saw this. They can manipulate him like a puppet, shaping him into a puppet, a tool at their mercy."

Then, Edward's gaze turned to the palace in the distance, the throne that symbolized supreme power. "We, the people of the human empire, also support Wang Wu. Because in our view, he can be controlled and used by us. As for the emperor sitting on the throne, he had no choice but to support Wang Wu. Now he has long lost his real power and is just a symbolic existence, a rubber stamp that cannot stop the wheel of history from rolling forward."