Heaven-Sent Miracle, This Prince Will Not Allow It

If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, you’d never believe it was real. Only those who witnessed this moment firsthand could grasp how magnificent it was, how truly miraculous.

It was as if everything had been preordained. Just as the Emperor knelt, solemnly begging Heaven to forgive the people and spare the innocent, the snow—

Stopped!

Right as the Emperor uttered his final word—without any warning—the drifting snowflakes vanished from the sky, and the clouds slowly began to clear.

A miracle!

Everyone froze, staring blankly at the scene as if caught in a dream. In an instant, the world switched from motion to stillness—the snow stopped, right as the Emperor finished the sacrifice, the swirling flakes suddenly coming to a halt.

Heavens, is this real?

Thousands of civil and military officials, along with the Imperial Guards, stood in utter silence. It was so quiet that even breathing could be heard—as if under a spell, everyone seemed turned to stone. No one could speak or move; all were frozen, trying to process what they’d just witnessed.

Of course, at this moment, everyone was petrified—no one paid attention to anything else, let alone noticed the subtle change in Prince Nolan (Ninth Royal Uncle).

No one saw that Prince Nolan (Ninth Royal Uncle)’s eyes flickered with a brief flash when the snow stopped, but he quickly composed himself, his gaze clear and deep...

So this is the Emperor’s trump card.

His long eyelashes fluttered, like a dragonfly trembling on a lotus leaf. Prince Nolan (Ninth Royal Uncle) slowly opened his eyes and saw the snowflakes vanish midair. He gazed up at the clearing sky, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips.

Descendant of House Fuller, I underestimated you!

“The snow stopped! The snow stopped! The Emperor’s sincerity moved Heaven—the snow has stopped!”

“Heaven blesses Eastlyn! Heaven blesses our Emperor! The snow has stopped, the snowmen have stopped…”

No one knows who shouted first, but the spell was finally broken and everyone snapped out of their daze.

Thud—

All the civil and military officials, palace guards, everyone knelt down. Prince Nolan (Ninth Royal Uncle) and Prince Samuel Zhai were no exception. At a moment like this, if you stood out, you’d become a target—the enemy of all.

“Long live the Emperor, long live, long live!” At this moment, there were no other words to praise the Emperor’s greatness. Only this...

Heaven itself had just given the Emperor its strongest support.

The snow stopped!

No one was more ecstatic than the Emperor. In that instant, euphoria crashed over him like a tidal wave, drowning him completely. The snow stopped—right as he finished the ceremony. Everything had turned out perfectly. He was the first emperor of the Nine Provinces Realm whose prayers to Heaven had received a direct response.

If not for a shred of reason left, the Emperor would have stood up and laughed aloud, letting everyone see how proud he was at this moment.

Si-period, three-quarters past—the snow stopped, just as foretold. I am the Heaven-chosen one, the True Dragon Emperor. Even Heaven must heed my words.

Now, let’s see if any of those so-called upright officials still dare criticize me; let’s see who in this realm dares oppose me—those who do oppose me oppose Heaven itself.

Joy. Exultation.

The Emperor’s mood now was like when he first learned all his brothers were dead, his father had passed, and he alone remained—the only adult prince left in Eastlyn, the one man destined for the throne.

At this moment, the Emperor truly couldn’t contain his happiness. Fortunately, his reason held—years of ruling had steeled his mind, so he managed not to lose composure.

The Emperor stood tall upon the altar, bearing the posture of a ruler who commands the world, looking down on the ministers kneeling at his feet.

These were his subjects. All under Heaven should bow before him.

The Emperor spread his arms wide and declared loudly, “Rise, all of you.”

In this moment, the Emperor felt his blood surge—he believed he would one day unify the Nine Provinces and rule the world, receiving tribute from all.

Yet he felt a twinge of regret. If only he’d known Felix Fuller’s words were true, he’d have held the ceremony before the commoners—let all Eastlyn see how wise and great their Emperor was!

It was a bit of a pity, but the Emperor was still satisfied with the outcome. He was sure today’s events would spread to every corner of the Nine Provinces. At this moment, his ambition soared—he believed that one day, he would conquer the world!

“Our Emperor is wise, Heaven blesses Eastlyn! Long live, long live, long live!” None of those below the altar rose; instead, they voiced their respect from the depths of their souls. This time, their praise was truly heartfelt.

If the Emperor were not wise, why would the snow stop after the sacrifice? Even those who suspected he might have known in advance would only trust him more, believing he could read Heaven’s will!

Heaven’s will? What is Heaven’s will? It’s the mandate of the heavens—unbreakable. The Emperor is the one chosen by Heaven.

The civil and military officials of Eastlyn were fired up inside—the ruler they served was chosen by Heaven, the true lord of the land. As the Emperor’s subjects, they too would be blessed by Heaven. Even Prince Samuel Zhai looked moved. Prince Nolan (Ninth Royal Uncle), standing nearby, vaguely heard Prince Samuel murmur, “With such a wise sovereign, Eastlyn is truly blessed.”

Prince Nolan (Ninth Royal Uncle) knew the Emperor had won this round beautifully—he had captured everyone’s hearts. At a time like this, any move against the Miracle’s radiance would seem foolish and ignorant.

He’d foreseen the beginning of this game, but never imagined the ending.

Si-period, three-quarters past!

Right at the very moment the Emperor finished the sacrifice, the snow stopped. In the face of such a Heaven-sent Miracle, all words were hollow, all attacks powerless. The only thing to do now was to take a step back.

Prince Nolan (Ninth Royal Uncle) watched the joyful, cheering crowd, his smile as gentle as a breeze. Imperial Brother, our days are long yet to come!

A miracle is both a halo and a shackle. Throughout history, it’s easy to be a tyrant, hard to be a wise ruler, and impossible to be a saintly sovereign.

Prince Nolan (Ninth Royal Uncle) turned, ready to catch sight of Felix Fuller hidden in the corner. Felix, still dressed in blue, remained calm, as if everything atop the altar had nothing to do with him.

Their eyes met, and in that exchange, a silent understanding passed between them.

The pupil surpasses the master!

Felix Fuller, heir of House Fuller—after this, do you really think you can keep hiding in the shadows?

Felix Fuller, now that you’ve joined the Nine Provinces’ struggle, don’t think you can stay out of it. Hide? I won’t allow it!

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The Emperor had orchestrated such a grand spectacle—of course it wouldn’t end here. Next came the rewards, the songs of praise, and the proclamation to the realm.

At this moment, the Emperor was eager for all under Heaven to witness his greatness and wisdom. He also wanted to stand above all, making the rulers of Southlyn, Westlyn, Northlyn, and the Nine Cities know he was Heaven’s chosen—Eastlyn’s most formidable sovereign. He wanted the other three emperors to forever live in his shadow.

Half warning, half boast—the Emperor decreed a banquet tonight for all officials, and invited Prince Terrence Valen of Lyndaria, Prince Damien of Southlyn, and the Lord of Night City. The Emperor would celebrate with the people.

This was a great occasion for Eastlyn, and its officials were naturally delighted. Now, in front of Southlyn and Lyndaria, they could boast: “See? Our Emperor prays to Heaven, and the blizzard stops. Isn’t that the mark of a Heaven-chosen ruler?”

“Our Emperor cares for the nation and its people, moved Heaven with his sincerity. Even Heaven could not bear to send more snow.”

“This is Heaven’s will! This is Heaven’s will!”

“What our Emperor did was not just to save Eastlyn’s people, but to bless all the people under Heaven.”

It must be said, the timing of the snow’s end was so perfect that officials didn’t even have to think—they could come up with flowery words to praise the Emperor’s wisdom without effort.

Every story has two sides. Prince Terrence Valen of Lyndaria and Prince Damien of Southlyn were pleased the snow stopped, but...

It shouldn’t have stopped this way.

With a masterstroke, the Eastlyn Emperor made it clear to all—this snow stopped because he prayed to Heaven. So all the credit belonged to him. Even the people of Southlyn, Westlyn, and Northlyn, upon hearing of it, would secretly feel grateful to the Eastlyn Emperor, who bore the suffering of the world’s common folk.

The Eastlyn Emperor’s prestige would reach unprecedented heights because of this event.

Crack—Prince Damien of Southlyn smashed his cup in fury.

“Si-period, three-quarters past! Si-period, three-quarters past! Damn it—if only we’d known the snow would stop then, Eastlyn wouldn’t have had the chance to flaunt itself.” Yes, if only—if only they’d known, they could have replaced the Eastlyn Emperor and been the ones to move Heaven with sincerity.

But they didn’t know.

“Damn it—investigate! Find out who orchestrated this behind the scenes. I refuse to believe that arrogant Eastlyn Emperor could pull this off alone.” Prince Damien’s rage was something Prince Terrence Valen of Lyndaria understood well; he too was fuming in his own quarters.

The Eastlyn Emperor was climbing higher by stepping on the other three monarchs. He won the hearts of the people, but turned the other emperors into united rivals.

Unlike Prince Damien’s open anger, Prince Terrence Valen kept his fury hidden, gripping his cup tightly and wearing a cold, sinister expression. “He claims to care for the people, but really he wants their land—he dreams of unifying the Nine Provinces. What ambition. Hmph... Eastlyn Emperor, do you think a single miracle will make the world bow to you? This realm belongs not to the virtuous, but to the capable. And your act will only fool the ignorant masses. I don’t believe you moved Heaven with sincerity. Go—find out who’s behind all this trickery.”

“Yes!”

At this moment, anyone with influence was investigating Felix Fuller. Even if they had to dig three feet deep, they would uncover him—a dangerous foe lurking in the shadows couldn’t be tolerated.

What Serena Drake never expected was that after Felix Fuller’s long disappearance, his reappearance would be so earth-shattering...