Social Animals? My Brother is a Female Empress in the Underworld and Earns 10 Billion a Month!

It was very brief, so brief it was almost impossible to catch.

Then, His lips curved into a more pronounced arc, and the faint golden shimmer at the corner of His eyes brightened slightly in the light.

”Thank you... ’User 739502’ darling for the compliment.” He read out the string of numbers, His voice carrying a hint of a smile. ”I wouldn’t dare claim the Wei-Jin Style; I just like Su Zi’s open-mindedness.”

Having said that, He continued singing.

The second half was sung even more freely, especially at ”Only the cool breeze on the river and the bright moon among the mountains,” where the tail of the notes rose slightly, truly revealing a sense of the broad-mindedness of ”Both things and we are endless.”

The song ended.

The lingering sound seemed to still echo in the Profound Ice Palace.

The bullet chat went completely wild, and gift effects exploded across the screen.

Zhulong took a heavy breath, a faint flush appearing on His cheeks. It wasn’t makeup; it was from being moved by the song. He raised a hand to tidy the stray hairs at His temples and returned to that lazy, soft-mannered appearance.

”Alright, it’s over. I didn’t mess up, did I?” He winked at the camera.

”Next is the lucky draw. Let’s see which three lucky wives it will be.”

The lucky draw segment was lively and trivial.

Zhulong read out the winning IDs, reminded them to private message their addresses, and chatted for a few more minutes about skincare tips. The three-hour livestream soon reached its end.

”That’s about it for today. See you tomorrow, darlings.”

He waved and closed the livestream.

The moment the screen went dark, the professional smile on His face receded like a tide.

The Profound Ice Palace returned to silence, with only the faint sound of cold air flowing.

Zhulong leaned back against the chair and closed His eyes to rest for a moment.

The livestream didn’t consume much mental energy, but maintaining a ”persona,” mobilizing emotions, and interacting with tens of thousands of bullet comments... was ultimately a taxing task.

Especially when singing ”ode to the red cliffs,” that moment of immersion almost made Him forget He was ”acting.”

He opened His eyes, swiped His finger across the jade panel, and opened the private message box.

The little red dot showed over three thousand unread messages.

Most were fan confessions that had flooded in during the livestream. He scanned them briefly, preparing to hand them over to the Puppet Consciousness as usual, when His gaze suddenly fixed on a certain line.

Sender ID: Key of the Abyss.

Subject: Plane Rift and Echoes of the Old Days.

Sent: 18 hours ago.

Zhulong’s brow furrowed, a trace of doubt revealing itself in His eyes.

This ID was a complete stranger to Him; He couldn’t remember ever seeing such a name. And the terms ”Plane Rift” and ”Echoes of the Old Days” in the subject line were even more unfamiliar to Him.

It was as if these terms came from another plane altogether.

However, what was truly eerie went beyond that. Normally, if a private message was received, the Puppet Consciousness would automatically categorize it according to preset rules—either as ”spam” to be deleted or marked as ”fan” to await further processing... but this letter was different. It hadn’t been processed according to the usual flow; instead, it hung quietly at the top of the pending queue, marked with a small and exquisite golden seal.

That was a mark specifically used to remind the main body to check it personally!

One must know that the Puppet Consciousness set by Zhulong had a set of extremely complex and refined screening laws.