The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast-Chapter 1446: Changing the Emperor Within Three Days

Little Taotie can see the dreams of the mortal emperor. A bubble floats out from the emperor’s forehead, and inside the bubble, the emperor and Feng Qi stand in opposition.

Little Taotie is somewhat worried about Feng Qi, because entering someone else’s dream can be dangerous; a little mishap might cause her Primordial Spirit to be lost without a trace in the dream.

Dreams are hard to explain—some say they reflect what you think about during the day, some say they are events from a parallel world, and others claim they involve another dimension’s space-time...

But to Feng Qi, the dream realm is an intriguing place to explore. Although it requires a bit of a soul out of body experience, if her physical body isn’t well-managed, even a three-year-old with intent to harm could end her.

Little Taotie stands guard over Feng Qi’s physical body beside a fiery-red fox, to prevent any less observant ministers from courting disaster.

In the dream, with just a casual gesture from Feng Qi, she can upheave everything in the dream domain.

The mortal emperor gradually begins to believe that perhaps, as she claimed, she is indeed a small celestial being; otherwise, there is no way to explain these bizarre occurrences.

"What do you want?" the mortal emperor asks angrily, but his eyes avoid hers, hinting he is giving a way out if the other party isn’t foolish; usually, they’d opt for a private, harmonious discussion.

But who is Feng Qi? A Little Imperial Princess from the Qingqiu clan—she wouldn’t be easily deceived.

Feng Qi lifts her chin, looking down at him with an air of superiority.

The mortal emperor is already quite old, with faint white hairs appearing at his temples and eyebrows.

"You’re too old to continue holding this position," Feng Qi’s tone is light and breezy.

To the mortal emperor, her words are no less than a hammer blow.

Anyone who has tasted power, become emperor, and sat on the dragon throne would refuse to leave, wouldn’t hand it over willingly.

He softened his stance, perhaps realizing the other party was not someone he could deal with; thus he appeared much more conciliatory, "None of my sons are outstanding, I fear I can’t find anyone to take over the throne in a short time."

"Were you outstanding back then?" Feng Qi retorted.

The man rubbed his nose, feeling somewhat uneasy inside.

As Feng Qi had pointed out, he hadn’t been particularly outstanding back then.

Feng Qi raised her hand, examining her beautiful, smooth nails in the sunlight, where the semi-transparency glowed warmly.

"I’ll give you three days, after which you can become the Retired Emperor. But you must pass the throne to someone else, allowing them to gain independence; many skills require nurturing. Can you so casually dismiss their efforts by saying they’re not ready yet?"

Upon hearing these words from Feng Qi, the man lowered his head in shame, yet his mouth slightly curled dismissively.

When he awoke from this particular dream, the mortal emperor dared not dismiss it as trivial again.

The mortal emperor summoned his "Brocade Satchel Group," composed of top scholars from past generations and intelligent people.

The emperor narrated both the dream from thirty years ago and the current dream, seeking answers from the group to understand whether his current situation looked good or bad.

Within the "Brocade Satchel Group," a few sharp-minded individuals immediately recognized the classic phrase "my friend this and that" often referred to the speaker themselves more often than not!

"You didn’t do anything to him, did it work?" Xiao Tao asked.

Feng Qi placed her hands on her hips, exuding confidence: "Of course it worked, just wait and see."