After Aaron was also arrested and imprisoned, the remnants of the Green family suffered two heavy blows in just three years, leaving them severely weakened. Most of their forces in the imperial capital were uprooted, leaving them in a state of decline for a time.

In order to preserve their strength, they began to retract their reach and hide in other countries, preparing to lay low temporarily.

But even though they wanted to retreat, He Yan was not willing to let them off so easily. He and Adrian seized this opportunity. After using the light network to decipher the main distribution locations of the Green family's remaining forces, they secretly mobilized the agents hidden in those places and silently devoured the last bit of the Green family's power.

With this, the Green family's plan to use Elai and Aaron to topple Adrian and return to the empire completely failed.

For a long time after Aaron's treason, there were no major upheavals within the empire. And due to the deterrent of the imperial military's strength, the borders were also relatively stable. At this point, the empire fully entered a period of peaceful development and prosperity.

As the emperor who single-handedly led the empire from war to prosperity, Adrian's approval rating among the people remained high. Even though this emperor, like the previous one, was very fond of pulling the empress to show affection in front of the people, and did so in a way that exposed his intelligence, the people still magnanimously chose to forgive him.

However, it was regrettable that at the age of 130, Adrian made the decision to pass the throne to his only son, Siegfried, and stepped down from the top position of the empire.

In this world where the age of majority was 37 and the average life expectancy reached 230, 130 years old could only be considered the prime of life. Very few emperors would choose to actively pass the throne to their children at this age.

In fact, in the history of the empire, the succession of the throne in peacetime was often quite slow. Generally, it was not until the current emperor was over 180 years old and completely unable to handle political affairs due to old age that they would reluctantly let go of the power in their hands. So when the imperial family announced the notice that Adrian was about to abdicate, the people's first reaction was disbelief.

The princes in peacetime were more miserable. By the time they waited for their fathers to naturally abdicate in old age, they themselves had often been in middle age for a long time, enduring most of their lives before having the chance to ascend the throne.

So most people speculated that perhaps His Majesty the Emperor felt sorry for Prince Siegfried and did not want him to be like those older princes in history who had to wait most of their lives before succeeding to the throne.

It seemed that His Majesty the Emperor indeed doted on Prince Siegfried very much.

Siegfried: "......" Actually, he felt being a prince was very relaxing and enjoyable, and did not really want to be pitied.

In fact, Siegfried knew in his heart that his imperial father was simply impatient with handling imperial affairs and was eager to go live a life with his other father. In fact, His Majesty had already begun planning post-abdication travel plans with great fanfare, and had long started forcing him to handle state affairs. Delaying until the age of 130 to completely dump this mess on him was already unexpectedly patient.

However, Siegfried could not say anything. He could only complete the succession ceremony with a wooden face. Unlike his imperial father who had completely let himself go, he was a man with the burden of being a male god.

After this, He Yan and Adrian began a life of traveling and exploring everywhere, spending an average of only two months a year staying put in the empire. The empire's territory was very vast. In addition to those planets that had already been developed for tourism and vacation, there were many beautiful planets waiting to be visited.

After spending nearly two hundred years with Adrian, He Yan's life followed the natural law and came to an end. Unsurprisingly, when his consciousness returned again, he found himself back in that mysterious space once more.

In the beautifully ethereal spiritual sea image, he found that the fragments in his spiritual sea had fused together some more, fully confirming that with each reincarnation, a small part of his spiritual sea would be restored. From this, he could not help but think that perhaps when the fragments in his spiritual sea were fully fused, he would break free from this long reincarnation cycle.

Then where would he go after breaking free from the reincarnation?

When his spiritual sea was crushed, the starship only had six percent of its energy left, which could at most maintain the starship's supply for seventy-two hours. Even if his body miraculously maintained physiological functions after his spiritual sea was shattered, once the starship's energy was completely exhausted, the oxygen inside the starship would gradually decrease. What awaited him in the end was still death by suffocation.

Perhaps, by now his physical body had long turned into a handful of dust in the asteroid belt...

Before He Yan could ponder for long, he lost consciousness again. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a table, with exquisite dishes in front of him that looked extremely appetizing with their good appearance and color combinations. There was also an exquisite little porcelain cup by his hand.

He Yan was dazed for a moment before he could barely recognize that this was an item called a "wine cup" from ancient times in ancient Earth. He slowly raised his head to look around the room. The entire structure and materials were also full of an ancient charm.

Was this ancient times on ancient Earth? It seemed to be an era even earlier than the era he went to in his last reincarnation.

Perhaps this body had just drunk alcohol. He Yan felt his head was a bit dizzy and heavy. As soon as he climbed up from the table, someone patted him on the shoulder. "Young Master Xie, your alcohol tolerance is no good. How could you pass out after two cups of pear blossom wine?"

He Yan turned his head and narrowed his eyes to size up the person speaking. It was a handsome young master, wearing an elegant white garment embroidered with bamboo leaf patterns, with precious blue borders at the cuffs and hem. When he spoke to him, the corners of his mouth curled up in a smile, giving off an extremely easy-going vibe.

"Indeed not very good," He Yan continued along with his words, "You know that too. Come, let's keep eating."

That person suddenly glanced at him and suddenly chuckled, saying, "Don't look at me like that. It makes me wonder if I like men."

He Yan roughly imitated the personality of the original body according to the information, gave him a cold glance, and the young master smiled in embarrassment and made a gesture of zipping his mouth.

This young master didn't realize at all that the person he was dining with had been imperceptibly replaced. The two of them chatted while eating and drinking. He Yan, adhering to the principle that the more one speaks, the more mistakes one makes, only occasionally interjected a few words while slowly digesting his new identity in his mind.

This was a dynasty he had never heard of before, called the Wen Dynasty, and this body was called Xie Ming, the legitimate son of the Xinyuan Marquis. The Xinyuan Marquis Mansion had been passed down for three dynasties. By the time of Emperor Wen Xiao, although it could not compare to its unparalleled prominence in the beginning, it was still an existence that everyone in the capital had to give face to.

Moreover, the eldest legitimate daughter of the Xinyuan Marquis had already entered the palace to become the Noble Consort, greatly favored by Emperor Wen Xiao, making the Xinyuan Marquis Mansion a place everyone wanted to curry favor with. It was just a pity that although the Xinyuan Marquis Mansion was in a good position, Marquis Xie Rujun himself had few descendants. Apart from Xie Ming, the legitimate son born to the principal wife, there were no other sons, only a few concubine-born daughters who had little presence.

As the only seedling of the Xinyuan Marquis Mansion, Xie Ming had grown up doted on by his parents and elder sister since childhood, getting whatever he wanted, with food, clothing and daily necessities no worse than the princes. Growing up to the age of eighteen under such pampering, Xie Ming had unsurprisingly become a bit crooked. His temperament had been spoiled to be extremely willful and arrogant.

When the young masters of other families were already married at fifteen or sixteen, able to hold two children in their arms by eighteen, he stubbornly refused to take a wife even at this age, directly throwing a tantrum whenever his family urged him. This was because this young master not only had mysophobia, greatly disliking others approaching him, but was also extremely narcissistic, sincerely believing that none of those noble young ladies were as good-looking as him, not a single one worthy of him.

Indeed, Xie Ming was very good-looking, a fact acknowledged by the entire capital. Although those noble young ladies were not very willing to compete in beauty with a man, the truth was, these young ladies, most of whom had very pretty and lovely appearances, indeed could not compare to Xie Ming.

Xie Ming's looks were inherited from Madam Xie. When Madam Xie was young, she was a renowned beauty known throughout the world. When she reached marriageable age, more than half of the young masters in the capital were infatuated. Xie Rujun had to fight tooth and nail, nearly getting squeezed to death by the young masters in the capital, before painstakingly taking Madam Xie home.

It could be said that even Xie Ming's elder sister, who was now a noble consort in the palace, could not compare to half of Madam Xie's looks when she was young. Only Xie Ming, although a son, had an uncanny resemblance to Madam Xie's appearance, inheriting seven or eight parts of that beauty. One glance at him could make someone lose half their soul.

In addition to looking down on people with his nose in the air relying on his good looks and discriminating against those noble young ladies everywhere, Xie Ming was also very spendthrift, having a passion for collecting calligraphy and paintings by famous artists. Up to now, who knows how much silver he had splurged on this.

In short, this young master exuded an air of unruliness from head to toe.

He Yan: ".................."

If there was no mirror here, he really wanted to carefully observe how beautiful this face of his was.

The young master who was dining with him was the legitimate son of the Marquis of Anyuan. Xie Ming was not only narcissistic, but also a complete face-con, never willing to make friends with ordinary-looking people. It just so happened that this young master from the Anyuan Marquis Mansion had a handsome appearance and a good temper, and was also coincidentally someone who judged people by their faces, so the two of them ended up as friends.

Today, they had agreed to meet up at this most famous restaurant in the capital.

As the meal was coming to an end, He Yan had more or less digested the situation of this body he was in.

Speaking of which, although Xie Ming had otherworldly looks and an illustrious background, his ultimate ending was not good. The root cause of all this was precisely because of this face of his, which caught the eye of the Second Prince.

It turned out that the Second Prince was a lecher who did not discriminate between men and women, with an extremely messy private life. He especially liked delicate and tender pretty boys. Although Xie Ming was already eighteen years old, a bit too old for his taste, his face was just too good-looking, making one able to overlook all flaws.

After seeing him once, the Second Prince became very obsessed with him, seizing every opportunity to pester him. But Xie Ming had a very high self-esteem and mysophobia. Even fragrant and soft young ladies made him feel disgusted, let alone being pressed under a hard man. Just thinking about it could make him vomit to death.

Moreover, the Second Prince's appearance was also average, making it difficult for him to generate any good feelings when looking at him.

As for the Second Prince, although he wished he could directly drag this soul-stealing young master to bed, the Xinyuan Marquis Mansion was not easy to provoke. He was also not favored by Emperor Wen Xiao, so he did not dare to use any tricks, and could only shamelessly pester Xie Ming. But later, due to some personal grudges between the Second Prince and others, the two of them were schemed into bed together.

After Xie Ming came to his senses, he naturally could not face reality. This young master, who had been proud all his life, was greatly impacted by this matter, developing a mental block, falling into depression and confusion, muddling through the second half of his life.

As for the Second Prince, his ending was not much better. Not only was he severely punished by Emperor Wen Xiao because of this matter, he later ended up spending the rest of his life in prison due to the schemes of his opponents.

Although the Second Prince was like an annoying fly, very irritating, he was not the real mastermind behind the scenes after all. So He Yan was not sure how to deal with him for the time being, planning to avoid him first and see how the situation developed before making plans.

But some things, even if he wanted to avoid, could not be avoided. He Yan had just come out of the private room with the young master of the Anyuan Marquis Mansion when he ran into the Second Prince coming from the opposite direction. As soon as the Second Prince saw him, he immediately perked up as if he had taken a drug, excitedly scurrying to his side, incessantly asking after his well-being while also eagerly trying to get handsy with him.

He Yan was annoyed to death. After being pestered for a while, he directly kicked the Second Prince's knee, causing the Second Prince to howl in pain, squatting down to hold his knee while gasping for breath. At first, he glared resentfully at He Yan, but after staring for a while, not knowing what he thought of, his eyes suddenly became ambiguous and obsessed again.

He Yan: ".................." Damn it, he really wanted to beat him to death.

In any case, Emperor Wen Xiao did not think highly of this son. As long as he did not cripple the Second Prince, Emperor Wen Xiao probably could not be bothered to intervene.

In another private room, two imposing men sat face to face. One was handsome and suave, with a charming smile and a slender figure, the epitome of elegance. The other was a completely different type, a burly man with a muscular build, a cold and stern expression, and an overwhelming aura that made people afraid to look directly at him.

The two were quietly drinking when they suddenly heard a scream from outside, causing them to pause in unison.

The handsome young man waved his hand, signaling the attendant beside him to go outside and investigate.

"Imperial Uncle," the young man said with a half-smile after hearing the attendant's whisper, "it's my second brother. He received a letter and wanted to visit you, but somehow he got into a scuffle with the young lord of the Xinyuan Marquis Mansion outside."

The man's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not respond. Instead, he silently stood up and walked to the window, propping up a thin frame and turning his face to look outside.

In the corridor, he saw a young man in splendid attire facing him, revealing half of his exquisite and flawless face. The young man's face showed a hint of anger, his cheeks flushed with a touch of redness, adding to his beauty. His eyebrows were knitted together in impatience, making one want to reach out, pull him into an embrace, and gently smooth them out.