Lu Changsheng appeared so young, but the Emperor had no memory of him.
He even thought Lu Changsheng might be a nephew or junior member of the Marquis's family.
However, Lu Changsheng was not inclined to beat around the bush.
He took a step forward and calmly said, "Emperor, how does it feel to be a blood progenitor?"
"Hmm? Who are you..."
The Emperor immediately sensed something was amiss.
He wanted to call for the guards at once, but found himself unable to speak.
No, he could speak.
The Emperor opened his mouth and directly ordered the guards to withdraw.
The grand hall was left with only Lu Changsheng, the Marquis, and the Emperor.
Everyone else was waiting outside the hall.
But it wasn't truly the Emperor's intention to speak earlier.
The Emperor was utterly horrified inside.
What sort of sorcery was this?
Even an Ancient Demon couldn't possibly control him so silently.
After all, this was the Imperial Palace.
A Demon King was stationed here.
