After being read by the mind, my apprentice wanted to rebel

"Let's go!" Xie Qijun said expressionlessly, then turned and began to walk towards the palace. He stood tall and straight, his steps firm, as if he had a clear goal in mind. Seeing this, Lin Xian'er and Qi Miao followed him without hesitation.

Wang Sheng was momentarily stunned, but after only a second, he regained his composure and hurriedly quickened his pace to catch up. For him at this moment, no matter what, as long as he could bring these people into the palace, his mission would be accomplished.

Xie Qijun walked along the road leading to the palace, his eyes scanning the once-familiar surroundings. Yet, at this moment, these familiar sights filled him with an inexplicable wave of nausea. If it weren't for the jade pendant his mother had left him, he swore he would never set foot in this place again.

Finally, the group successfully entered the palace. Lin Xian'er looked around curiously. What she saw was indeed as magnificent and grand as the rumors had said. But she quickly lost interest. After all, in modern society, she had traveled to many famous attractions, and this level of luxury was nothing new to her.

At this moment, Lin Xian'er suddenly communicated with the system in her mind, "Tongzi, isn't it said that the royal family always treats cultivators with the highest standards? But why do I always feel like we're being looked down upon by these people? From the moment we came here until now, everyone we've met along the way has looked at us with disdain."

[Host, your intuition is correct. You feel this way because you and Xie Qijun entered this place together. You should know that Xie Qijun's mother was among the lowest slaves in this kingdom. Even after enduring hardships and giving birth to the prince, Xie Qijun, her status remained unchanged. Poor Xie Qijun had a purpose from the moment he was born, but the almighty emperor showed him no regard. Because of this, over time, even the servants below dared to look down on him.]

What exactly is his purpose? This country's bastard emperor, hmph, what a complete scumbag and slut. He married a woman, yet he doesn't treat her well. Such a heartless and disloyal person is simply unforgivable. Everyone should eliminate him as soon as possible. Thinking of this, Lin Xian'er couldn't help but rage, her eyebrows raised, her teeth clenched. She had always hated such unfaithful men to the core.

Xie Qijun clenched his hands tightly, his palms slightly sweaty. His bright eyes were now filled with anxiety and tension as he stared directly at Lin Xian'er. She listened in shock as the system recounted the unbearable past, as if time had frozen in that moment.

It turns out that Xie Qijun's mother was a princess of the supremely noble Spirit Tribe. All who inhabit her kingdom possessed the mysterious bloodline of the mythical Suzaku. This miraculous power was coveted by countless, including the ambitious and power-hungry Emperor. Desperate to obtain this immense power, the Emperor unhesitatingly dispatched a massive army to attack the Spirit Tribe. After a brutal battle, the Spirit Tribe was ultimately defeated and annihilated. Xie Qijun's mother was also not spared and was forcibly abducted and taken back to the palace.

After returning to the palace, the emperor, despite Xie Qijun's mother's wishes, forced her to bear him a child. However, as fate often plays tricks on people, when Xie Qijun was born, it was cruelly determined that he did not inherit the Suzaku bloodline. This result deeply disappointed the emperor, who had been full of expectations, and from then on he developed a dislike for Xie Qijun and ignored him.

Even more tragically, due to the trauma she suffered during childbirth, Xie Qijun's mother's health deteriorated to the point where she could no longer conceive. Having lost her usefulness, the emperor quickly discarded her like a worn-out shoe in the harem, leaving her to fend for herself. From then on, mother and son depended on each other for survival, struggling to survive in this cold and cruel palace.

Although Lin Xian'er had never witnessed the cruelty of the imperial palace, she could understand from the various modern dramas and novels about palace fighting that Xie Qijun had endured a lot of hardship to grow up to where he was today. She suddenly understood why he would later become the Demon Lord. If anyone betrayed her, she would kill them.

After entering the palace, Lin Xian'er and the other two were taken to a side room to wait.

Time flows slowly like the sand in an hourglass, and every grain of sand that falls seems to bring endless length and waiting.

Lin Xian'er fell asleep on a nearby chair because she was so bored. Xie Qijun and Qi Miao continued to practice on the spot.

At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps came from afar, breaking the silence. A servant came hurriedly and announced that they could now go in to see the emperor.

Upon hearing this news, Lin Xian'er took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Immortal cultivators held a higher status than the royals, so she didn't need to flatter them. However, the three of them had been treated with various slights since entering the palace. Even clay figures have tempers. She tried to suppress the rage threatening to erupt, then walked into the hall with slow, steady steps.

Upon entering the hall, the first thing that caught my eye was the emperor, seated on the dragon throne, radiating a domineering aura. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, his presence imbued with awe and awe.

However, the emperor's aura had no effect on Lin Xian'er and the other two. They bowed gently according to the etiquette of immortal cultivators. After the ceremony, they stood quietly, waiting for the emperor to speak.

The emperor's gaze first fell on Lin Xian'er and the others, then paused for a moment before finally settling on Xie Qijun. He spoke in an unusually calm tone, "Xiao Shi, you haven't seen your father in such a long time. Have you forgotten even the most basic etiquette?"

Although there was no obvious anger in his words, the dissatisfaction and contempt contained in them were obvious. In the eyes of the emperor, Xie Qijun had always been a mediocre and incompetent person. Even if he had now embarked on the path of cultivation, he still did not think he would achieve great things.

Lin Xian'er was originally dissatisfied with the scumbag emperor. The anger in her heart seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, and it was about to burst out at the right time.

Lin Xian'er's fury instantly erupted at these words. She took a sudden step forward, her eyebrows raised, and berated him in a delicate voice, "Xie Qijun is my disciple, Lin Xian'er. What does the Emperor mean by this? Does he think I, Lin Xian'er, don't know etiquette and is making a veiled attack on him?"

Before he finished speaking, the eunuch beside the emperor saw what was happening and shrieked in a shrill voice, "How dare you! How dare you speak to His Majesty like that?"