“Why not?!” The Empress Dowager did not agree with Zhong Bolin and said, “Father, we have done so much for them for so many years, secretly supplying them with so much strength! You've worked your whole life for them, but what did you get? Now that we have power, why do we still have to worship them? Father, you may have been born over there, but I wasn't, my sister wasn't, and my children weren’t either! This is my home, why should I abandon my home just for a complete stranger?!”

“Those who we worship are gods! If you say such a thing, the gods will punish you! Cough cough–” Zhong Bolin was so infuriated by the Empress Dowager's words that he broke out into a coughing fit.

“Father, are you okay?” The Empress Dowager hurriedly patted his back.

“You're being so disrespectful to the gods– you’re practically asking for the gods to punish us!” Zhong Bolin stopped and pushed the Empress Dowager away with one hand. “Don't think that just because you're the Empress Dowager now that you're the top of the food chain and free of worries. How many people have been sent here from above? We're but a humble pawn who's working for gods!”