A rare magical miracle in the world

"My subordinates have such maggots in their ranks, eh."

Children of Miracle do not betray their masters, but this does not mean that they are devoid of emotions or completely brainwashed.

In fact, they still have their own thoughts, preferences, and could make mistakes.

The quota for the Miracle Citizens under the Empress of the East must have been filled; even if the old fisherman could endure her Miracle Power, he would only end up as a Common Miracle Descendant.

Though sheltered by the laws of Miracle Power, which increase longevity, that would only mean living a hundred years more than an ordinary person.

Under such competitive pressure, with the saturation of Miracle Citizens at the top, those below have no way to ascend.

So, if they die or lead miserable lives, what impact does it have on the nation?

The answer is none.

After all, in a hundred years, the current generation will have perished, and a new one will be born.

It's like farming: slaughter a batch of pigs, and the new piglets will not know the pain.

"But why?"

Ying Muyao felt her governance should not be poor, as she herself worked diligently.

By the standards of the Miracle Kingdom, Ying Muyao would be considered lawful neutral, not overly saintly, yet still somewhat inclined toward goodness.

"Your Majesty, could it be the work of the Heavenly Empress?"

"What a greedy woman."

Ying Muyao shook her head, "One emperor and twenty kings; they've already been crowned, why are they still not satisfied?"

The Eastern Empire has 21 Masters of Miracles, but its power dynamics are intertwined and complex, and over a thousand years of changes, the Heavenly Empress became the largest faction within the Eastern Empire by constantly courting allies and dividing opposition.

"She's certainly coveting your power," Gongsun Wu said without any liking for the Heavenly Empress, "I heard she's been inviting many to her court, a woman conducting such things..."

At this, Gongsun Wu's cheeks reddened with embarrassment, not daring to continue.

"She doesn't deign to look upon ordinary men."
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However, Ying Muyao was well acquainted with the Heavenly Empress, saying, "Fake, those are just her body doubles, where her true self is, only her closest confidantes would know."

"Otherwise, little Wu, why do you think I haven't killed her?"

The inner workings of the Masters of Miracles were certainly not something someone of Gongsun Wu's level would be privy to.

"As for the seat of the Empress of the East, what power is there to speak of," Ying Muyao sighed, "You've been by my side for many years, have you seen me take a day's rest?"

The Heavenly Empress might be diligent, but compared to the Empress of the East, that's hardly anything significant.

Keep in mind that the Empress of the East works more than 22 hours a day.

There is no entertainment, no relaxation, no leisure; all time is devoted to maintaining stability and development of the Eastern Empire.

"She believes she can do better than me, but she knows nothing," Ying Muyao tossed the folding fan to Gongsun Wu and swept forward with her sleeves, "Even if she becomes an emperor, in the end, she's left with nothing—The Holy Emperor is the best example."

"How glorious he once was, and what came of it? Turned into such a state."

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Ying Muyao turned to Gongsun Wu, "Little Wu, have you ever seen the Holy Emperor?"

"Your Majesty, the last time you attended the Conference of a Myriad Kings, I was just a little servant girl following the group. I never even entered the great hall."

The Conference of a Myriad Kings was divided into the plaza, the great hall, and the inner hall, with the troops and attendants brought by the Masters of Miracles mostly staying in the plaza, and only those particularly close were allowed into the great hall.

Of course, only the Masters of Miracles and the Miracle Entity itself were permitted into the inner hall, with not even bodyguards allowed.

"The Conference of a Myriad Kings..."

Ying Muyao scoffed, "You all think too highly of it."

"Old sir."

To the old fisherman, Ying Muyao said, "What if you were to take us out to the open sea?"

"Miss, it's not that I don't want to take you, but that I can't," the old fisherman pointed at his small fishing boat, "Have you ever seen such a small boat go out to sea?"

This isn't just a matter of ten or so kilometers, but several hundred kilometers!

The old fisherman was baffled. What on earth were they there for, to court death?

"You just steer the boat, I'll ensure you're safe."

The old fisherman was about to refuse, but for some reason, Ying Muyao's voice carried an authority that could not be disobeyed.

This was not any Miracle Power, but purely an air of quality, the oppressive presence of one long situated in a position of power.

"This, it's not a matter of something happening or not..."

"Well, alright then."

Unable to refuse, the old fisherman still said, "But if anything does happen, you two young ladies must listen to this old man, rest assured, I have experience, and as long as you heed me, I can certainly bring you back safely."

Those two young ladies were acting foolishly, going out to sea in such weather was tantamount to seeking death.

'If they didn't find me, they would likely seek another,' the old fisherman thought to himself. 'With me, at least I can bring them back, but if it were the village's Wang Er Gou, who knows what he would do.'

Having realized this, the old fisherman gritted his teeth, resolutely preparing to set sail.

His boat was small, only 5 meters long, a very small sheltered boat, but Ying Muyao did not mind.

For the Empress of the East, so long as there was a means of transport, it made no difference whether it was a carriage pulled by nine Azure Dragons or a small horse-drawn cart.

"Whoosh."

The sail unfurled, and the old fisherman nervously glanced at the two mysterious women.

Ying Muyao stood at the bow; she disliked being under the canopy and did not take to anything pressing down above her head.

In truth, were it not for Ying Muyao's desire to keep a low profile, even the sky and stars would part to make way for her passage.

"What a modest escort."

Gongsun Wu held the Empress of the East in awe, admiration that exceeded even the value of her own life. "I deserve to die a thousand deaths!"