In the twelfth year of Xuanyuan Zhaoning, the people of Xuanyuan welcomed their new Empress.
"… The Empress is of the same body as me. How can it be easy to inherit the ancestral temple and be the mother of the world? Only the Yuwen Family's virtue is unparalleled. Today, I will personally bestow the Golden Book and the Phoenix Seal. The Empress will be the master of the six palaces. "
To the common people, the new Empress was the Mother of the Nation that was written in the imperial edict: "Stern, courteous, courteous, gentle, courteous, gentle, virtuous, peaceful, and upright." But to the Xuanyuan Royal Family, the new Empress was an unknown eternal disaster.
Of course, the Xuanyuan Imperial Family was still unaware of it at the moment. They were happily handling the wedding.
The Imperial Palace of the Xuanyuan Main Hall had long been furnished with the Empress' ceremonial carriage. The music department outside the hall arranged the instruments one by one, waiting for the arrival of the Empress. The officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Honglu Temple had set up a ceremony table in the middle of the hall to the south, with a scroll table on the left and a jade table on the right. The two Dragon Pavilions were set up inside the Cabinet Door, with the Empress' ceremonial seat in front of the incense table. The Golden Book, the Golden Treasure, and the Golden Book would be placed in the Dragon Pavilions.
Fuyao's Feng Yu had yet to arrive at the Venerate Gate in front of the Venerate Palace. She held the Ruyi scepter in her hands, swaying as she strolled through the streets. The apple in her hand gave off an alluring aroma. Fuyao, who had woken up early and seldom ate, could not stop swallowing her saliva. Soon, she heard the sound of her own saliva being swallowed even louder than her own.
Meng Fuyao sighed. "Are you hungry, Haozi? Come, let's eat. "
Lord Ingot emerged from his wide-sleeved phoenix robe. He rubbed his shriveled stomach and took the apple that Fuyao had split in half. Holding it in his paw, he looked at it for a while. Feeling that Fuyao's half was bigger, he immediately raised his paw to ask for a replacement.
She was furious. "You want to change something that you've touched and pinched with your paw? I'm afraid of the plague! "
Lord Ingot was unhappy. He sat on her lap and chewed on the apple with her. One person and one mouse chewed happily, completely ignoring the fact that the apple belonged to the royal family and symbolized peace and happiness.
Lord Ingot quickly gnawed on the apple until there was only a little bit left. Reluctantly, he climbed up the window and prepared to throw the core away. He looked out the window and suddenly squeaked.
Meng Fuyao was shocked. She grabbed its tail and growled, "You're courting death! Rat! What the hell are you screaming for? What if someone found out? Come down, come down, come down! "
Lord Ingot swatted her hand away and grabbed the long string of red pearls dangling from her ear. "Ouch!" Fuyao screamed as she was dragged to the window.
Before she could protect him, Lord Ingot had already lifted the bright yellow curtain on the window.
Meng Fuyao leaned against the window and asked in a daze, "What? What rice? "
Lord Ingot gave her a slap in the face, then jumped up and pointed to a corner in the distance.
There was a long black line there. Upon closer inspection, it was not a line, but a group of knights dressed in black. Their bodies were like dragons, and their horses were all fine horses. Even from such a distance, Meng Fuyao could still feel the heroic aura of the knights. They exuded a fierce, iron-blooded aura that ordinary people could not have.
On their swaying waists, she could vaguely see a dark red silk belt. Against their black clothes, the black and red were even more distinct, bright and dazzling.
Meng Fuyao sucked in a breath of cold air.
The Black Wind Cavalry!
Apart from Zhan Beiye, no one else in the world was more familiar with the murderous aura of these people. What was worse was that the Black Wind Cavalry only appeared beside Zhan Beiye. So … the War Emperor was here?
'Oh my god … this is really a messy world in the wind …'
Meng Fuyao let go of the curtain and looked at Lord Ingot in a daze. "Damn it, the Tyrant is here."
Lord Ingot looked at her sympathetically. 'Meng Fuyao, you're really lucky. If it was my master who came, there wouldn't be any problems. But it's the War Fool. You're finished, you're finished.'
The more she thought about it, the more worried she became. Sneakily, she lifted the curtain again. Suddenly, a buzzing sound rang in her head. The Black Wind Cavalry was already within reach, patrolling behind the cordon formed by the guards. In the center of the Black Wind Cavalry's protection was a pure black man in a dragon-scaled brocade robe embroidered with crimson ocean waves. His golden crown shone brightly as he reined in his horse. He turned his head coldly and stared at Feng Yu for a long time.
Meng Fuyao sat up straight. She wanted to cry but had no tears. "Damn it, why is he staring at Feng Yu? He can't be so amazing that he can recognize me through the carriage, right? "
Lord Ingot stroked his beard. 'The War Fool is really amazing today …'
What was even more amazing was yet to come.
Just as Meng Fuyao finished speaking, Feng Yu suddenly tilted!
As if it had hit a rock, the wheel of the Feng Yu suddenly slanted to the left. The eighteen well-trained royal horses immediately tried to pull the slanted wheel back. However, one of the horses in the middle suddenly let out a long neigh, its legs softened, and it fell straight down. This fall brought down a few horses like dominoes. The golden rope swayed, and the carriage tilted to the left with a rumbling sound!
Meng Fuyao was caught off guard. She rolled from one end of the wide Feng Yu to the other. She did not dare to use her martial arts, so she was dizzy from the collision. She could only stretch out her hand with great difficulty to catch the rolling mouse and stuff it back.
"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor! "
The solemn and orderly welcoming procession was instantly thrown into chaos. The people around cried out in alarm, and everyone rushed forward to help Feng Yu up. Unfortunately, in front of Feng Yu and beside it was a full set of the Empress' ceremonial carriage. They were all eunuchs with phoenix flags, phoenix fans, silk umbrellas, and palace maids with golden incense burners, incense boxes, bottles, and bowls. These people could not throw away the things in their hands, nor could they support the heavy body of the carriage. They even blocked the Regent, who was trying to turn his horse around. The Feng Yu was also heavy, with a yellow lid with a nine phoenix crank handle. It was also a heavy thing, and with the way it was dragged down, it looked like it was about to hit the ground!
"Protect the Emperor!" An apricot-yellow figure flashed. The Regent finally stopped trying to squeeze through the chaotic crowd. He directly abandoned his horse and flew up, his body like a shooting star in mid-air, heading straight for Feng Yu.
But he was one step too late.
A black shadow flashed past, a beam of crimson flame flying in the darkness streaked across the air in a short and direct beautiful arc, heading straight for Feng Yu. He stretched out his hand and snatched the long-handled pheasant tail fan from the hands of a frightened eunuch beside Feng Yu. With the fan facing down and the wooden handle facing up, he pushed the fan away as fast as lightning!
Feng Yu's falling momentum stopped in an instant.
It was dangerously propped up on a thin wooden handle.
The newcomer's attack was fast, his strength was skillful, and his eyesight was at the peak. Although the people around did not know martial arts, they felt that this move was beautiful, neat, and extremely brave. They could not help but cheer loudly.
But how could a wooden fan hold up against Feng Yu, which was inlaid with gold and jade and weighed more than a thousand catties? Seeing that the long handle was about to break, that person actually reached out and held Feng Yu.
Everyone sucked in a breath, shocked by this innate godly strength. They were all stunned. The handsome man in black, with ebony hair, slightly lowered his head.
He stooped down and stood in front of the side window, blocking the line of sight of everyone in front of him and behind him. The window of the tilted phoenix carriage was already cracked. He took the opportunity to tear off the bright yellow curtain, revealing a half tilted, luxurious woman lying in the phoenix carriage. She used a strange face and a pair of strange eyes to stare at him in panic.
The corner of his mouth curled into a confident smile. Without saying a word, Zhan Beiye reached out to support her, his fingertips touching the woman's face!
"Impudent!"
The woman screamed angrily. Her harsh and arrogant voice startled Zhan Beiye, but he still did not give up and continued to reach out.
The woman suddenly lowered her head, and her sharp teeth bit down on Zhan Beiye's finger.
She bit down so hard that a deep bite mark immediately appeared on Zhan Beiye's finger, and blood spurted out.
"How can my precious body be taken advantage of by a boorish man like you!" After spitting out the blood in her mouth, the woman raised her head and shouted angrily. Her voice was arrogant, and her posture was disdainful. That voice sounded impetuous and vain, noble and cold.
Zhan Beiye stared at her, and his eyes gradually turned cold. He slowly retracted his hand.
… Wasn't it her?
Such a vain gaze, such a sharp tone, such a harsh voice, and such an unfamiliar … expression.
Although that guy was an expert at acting, when she looked at him, her eyes were always bright and warm. This gaze … this gaze … he was not used to it.
In that moment of stalemate, Xuanyuan Cheng had already arrived and entered the carriage.
Zhan Beiye immediately retracted his hand and lowered his sleeve to cover his finger. Xuanyuan Cheng glanced at him, then looked at the officials from the Ministry of Rites who had squeezed out of the crowd to welcome the guests from the various countries. He immediately understood and bowed slightly. "I didn't expect it to be Your Majesty from the Han Nation. Our Empress is in danger, and Your Majesty has personally come to help. Our nation is extremely grateful."
Zhan Beiye returned the bow lightly. He was not in the mood to waste time with this gentle and refined Regent, who he disliked. He casually said, "Well said, well said. It was nothing."
He glanced at the woman in the carriage again, and what he saw was still a pair of arrogant and angry eyes. His expression darkened slightly, and he moved aside.
So be it. Emperor Zhan evilly took away the long fan that was supporting the carriage and returned the crooked stick to the dumbfounded eunuch. "Hold on to it properly. If one is missing, it won't be a full set of the Empress' carriage."
His sudden withdrawal was beyond everyone's expectations. The carriage was already dangerously tilted, and this time, it fell with a loud bang.
Once again, Meng Fuyao was thrown onto the roof of the carriage, her head hitting the wall with a loud thud. She cursed inwardly, "Zhan Beiye, I'll f * ck you!"
Seeing that the especially unlucky Empress, Feng Yu, would not be able to escape the fate of falling to the ground, Xuanyuan Cheng suddenly reached out and exhaled. His five fingers were like diamonds, firmly grasping the body of the carriage. With a "heh", the carriage was actually lifted up by him!
The people exclaimed and cheered even louder this time. After all, that was the country's Regent, and he had not tarnished the country's prestige!
Zhan Beiye looked back, his eyes flashing. Suddenly, he laughed loudly. "Good martial arts, Regent! I admire you! I admire you! "
He reached out and patted Xuanyuan Cheng's shoulder heavily. "If I'm free in the future, I'll have to learn a thing or two from you, Your Highness!"
His pat caused Xuanyuan Cheng's body to tremble. He felt a wave of heat penetrating his shoulder, and in an instant, his True Energy was reduced by more than half. He was not born with divine strength, but relied on his strong True Energy. Now that Zhan Beiye had hit him at the right time, his hand had already gone limp. If he were to open his mouth again, his True Energy would definitely leak out. But since Zhan Beiye had spoken, he had no choice but to reply. "I don't dare, I don't dare …"
"Boom!"
After a series of twists and turns, the unlucky Feng Yu and the unlucky Meng Fuyao finally made intimate contact with the earth because of a certain someone's evil intentions …
It was said that a long time later, historians attributed the Xuanyuan coup that year to the Emperor and Empress' wedding day when the Feng Yu fell to the ground on the streets. It was considered an ominous event, but the Feng Yu fell to the ground miserably, and the Empress's face was swollen. The Xuanyuan Rebellion was the will of the heavens.
Actually, it was just someone's bad temper …
But at that time, when Feng Yu was finally lifted by the rushing guards, King Meng squatted in the carriage and gritted his teeth at the flattened Lord Yuan Bao. "It's hard to raise a tyrannosaurus and a rat …"
The Empress' ceremonial procession disappeared at the end of the long street. They were supposed to travel another two streets, pass the Chang 'an Gate, and enter the Sacred Imperial Gate. Because of this unforeseen event, Meng Fuyao immediately issued an imperial edict, requesting to change the itinerary and proceed to the palace to complete the wedding as soon as possible. She was afraid that Emperor Zhan would cause more trouble. Xuanyuan Cheng, on the other hand, felt that there was indeed something wrong with today's events. The new Emperor of the Han Kingdom was indeed tyrannical and eccentric. It would be best if he did not cause any trouble. Now that the Xuanyuan Kingdom was filled with turbulent undercurrents, it was inadvisable to use troops against the outside world. Thus, not only did he agree to her suggestion, but he also added another condition. Originally, they were supposed to arrange for distinguished guests to enter the palace to observe the conferring ceremony. Now, they would confer the title first, and then host a state banquet in Cheng Ming Palace to entertain the guests.
Only after the state banquet would they enter the bridal chamber. The Ministry of Rites was extremely busy due to the sudden change in the ceremony. Zhan Beiye, on the other hand, stood on the long street and quietly watched the Feng Yu leave. There was a faint doubt in his heart. At the end of the day, his guess that Meng Fuyao was the new Empress was purely based on his and Ji Yu's intuition. There was no evidence to prove it. What should he do now? Continue to observe the ceremony? Or should he first inquire about the news in Kunjing?
Beside him, a child passed by his horse with a tanghulu in his hand. He laughed happily and took a huge bite, leaving a huge bite mark on the tanghulu …
Zhan Beiye's mind suddenly lit up!
He immediately raised his hand and looked at his own fingers.
The bite mark was deep, and the marks of three front teeth were clearly visible. The mark in the middle was slightly fainter.
Zhan Beiye suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was wild and loud, and it spread across the long street.
His laughter was so sudden that everyone around him turned to look at him. The child was so shocked that the tanghulu in his hand fell to the dust. He immediately burst into tears.
Zhan Beiye swung his hand and threw down a gold ingot. He laughed and said, "Thank you, thank you. I'll buy you a ten-year tanghulu!"
He whipped his horse and, with his black robe fluttering, he led the Black Wind Cavalry away like a black cloud. The officials of the Ministry of Rites chased after him and shouted, "Your Majesty, the ceremony has been canceled. You have to go to the Courier Palace first …"
= =
When Zhan Beiye accidentally confirmed that a certain person with dentures was in the palace, Meng Fuyao, who had shortened her journey, had already alighted from the Imperial Palace.
A brazier was lit in front of the Imperial Palace, waiting for the new Empress to cross with the golden bottle. The officials waited silently. When the guards of honor arrived, the Director of the Ministry of Rites shouted and knelt down to welcome them. Two matrons of honor welcomed them. One was waiting to receive the Ruyi Scepter and apple from Meng Fuyao's hands, while the other was waiting to help the 'delicate and noble' Empress off the sedan.
In the end, the Empress lifted the curtain of the sedan and ignored the matrons of honor's outstretched hand. She boldly and valiantly stepped off the sedan and stuffed something into the matrons of honor who were waiting for the Ruyi Scepter. When the matrons of honor opened it, they saw that it was half an apple core and a pile of jade shards …
Cold sweat dripped down …
The brazier was still burning brightly, and there were still two matrons of honor waiting to support her. Meng Fuyao casually took the golden bottle and tucked it under her armpit. She lifted her skirt and hurriedly strode over, knocking into the matrons of honor who were standing beside her.
Cold sweat dripped down …
Meng Fuyao rushed forward in a hurry to 'get married'. Time was of the essence, as Zhan Lunatic might catch up to her in no time.
Fortunately, the Prince Regent had completed the ceremony and was rushing to make arrangements for the various countries' guests. The wedding ceremony was presided over by the Ministry of Rites. The officials of the Ministry of Rites dared not raise their heads. Other than a few eunuchs and matrons of honor, no one realized that the 'Empress' was so valiant …
At this time, Zhan Beiye had already reached the palace gates. Although the Prince Regent's order to change the ceremony had reached the palace as fast as possible, the palace guards had yet to receive the news. They thought that Zhan Beiye was there to observe the ceremony, so they respectfully let him in.
Horses were not allowed in the palace, but Zhan Beiye did not care. With a wave of his golden whip, the horse galloped away. The palace guards and eunuchs hurriedly chased after him. "Your Majesty, our country is in the middle of the Empress' conferring ceremony. Horses are not allowed in the palace …"
"I have never walked through the palace with my legs! It's the same no matter which palace it is! "Zhan Beiye did not even turn his head as he ran.
The guards broke out in cold sweat …
At this moment, in front of the Sacred Venerate Palace, there was a long, 1,200-step staircase made of white marble. Under the sunlight, it looked like a jade bridge that reached the heavens, symbolizing the nobility of the royal family.
As the honorable Empress who was about to become the mother of the world, she should slowly and gracefully move forward. According to the etiquette, she had to pause for every step.
In the end, Meng Fuyao only used half an hour to complete the 'ascension' that was originally estimated to take two hours.
…
Zhan Beiye followed the music of the Ministry of Rites and rushed to the front of the Sacred Venerate Palace.
Meng Fuyao had just finished the last step, and her figure disappeared into the tall palace gates.
Zhan Beiye looked up and saw the hundreds of officials lifting their heads and looking in the direction of the palace gates. At the top of the palace, the slender figure gradually disappeared.
He jumped down from his horse.
Suddenly, someone called out to him.
"Your Majesty."
The Empress' guard of honor had been quietly waiting outside the Sacred Venerate Palace. The curtains of a carriage were lifted, revealing the beautiful face of a woman.
Zhan Beiye was so anxious that he did not have the time to bother with her. Although he was curious as to why this person had called out his identity, he did not want to bother and was about to leave.
"If you rush in now, you will ruin her plans."
"Hmm?" Zhan Beiye finally turned around. "Why is she meddling in other people's business?"
The woman was naturally An Mei. He looked at Zhan Beiye for a while and said, "It's probably something similar to how she helped you before."
Zhan Beiye frowned and said coldly, "Who are you!"
"Why do you care who I am? Just ask yourself if you must use force." An Mei looked at the top of the palace with a complicated expression. "A beauty's heart is ever-changing, especially for a woman like her. If you stop her, it will only make her angry and frustrated. Your Majesty, I did not want to say this to you, but now that I have said it, you should listen."
"If I don't stop her, will I watch her become someone else's Empress?" Zhan Beiye laughed coldly.
"It's just an empty title. The Imperial Wedding doesn't even have a wedding ceremony, and the bridal chamber has already been replaced by someone else. If she is unwilling, she can even choose not to enter the bridal chamber."
"So what?" Zhan Beiye listened with his arms crossed, his eyes flickering. After a while, he said coldly, "Let me tell you, even if it's fake, I don't want to see her standing beside someone else as husband and wife! She … should only be my Empress! "
He flicked his sleeves, no longer paying attention to An Mei, and strode away. An Mei gazed at his resolute silhouette, her eyes gleaming. After a long while, she gently leaned against the car and said in a low voice, "Go … Not to mention you, sometimes I also want to stop him …"
= =
Meng Fuyao stood in front of the incense table.
The Minister of Rites took the imperial edict and read it. According to usual practice, the imperial edict would praise the Empress from her birth until her marriage. It was a voluminous article of thousands of words, and coupled with the old man's usual singing and sighing tone, it was normal to read it for two hours.
However, just as the old man opened his mouth, Meng Fuyao suddenly flicked her finger.
The old man felt something cold in his mouth, as if something had entered his stomach. He opened his mouth in shock, and then heard someone whisper in his ear, "Hurry up and read it. You have half an hour to finish reading it! Otherwise, the Tianshan Poison Ice Silkworm in your stomach will gnaw its way from your heart to your lungs. Hurry up and read it! "
…
Thanks to King Meng, the Xuanyuan officials were fortunate enough to witness the fastest reading of an imperial edict in their lives during the Empress' conferring ceremony.
"The Yuwen family of Chang Ning … as the master of the Six Palaces, hereby!"
Apart from these words, the officials could hear them clearly. The rest of the words rolled across their tongues at high speeds, leaving them all muddled.
Meng Fuyao was full of admiration. If this minister were to wear modern clothes, he could probably be a hip-hop rapper.
After reading the imperial edict, she sent another telepathic message. "Hurry up and give it to Jin Bao!"
…
In front of the palace gate, Zhan Beiye was blocked by the leader of the imperial guards.
"The Empress' conferring ceremony is being held in the palace hall. Please return, Your Majesty."
"That's why I'm here!" Zhan Beiye raised his thick eyebrows. "Your Xuanyuan Kingdom invited me to attend the ceremony!"
The leader of the imperial guards was embarrassed. He wiped his sweat and replied, "My country has just changed the ceremony … The ceremony is canceled. Your Majesty, please stay at Guanyi Palace. My country's Prince Regent will come personally to apologize …"
"Since I'm here, you want me to return home? Is this how you treat the ruler of a neighboring country?" Zhan Beiye raised his eyebrows and looked down at him with absolute oppression. "Do you really think that my Han Kingdom can't run horses on your country?"
The leader of the imperial guards was so shocked that he took three steps back and bowed. "I don't dare … I don't dare …"
The flames of war between two countries were not something a small leader of the imperial guards could afford …
"Then get out of the way!" Zhan Beiye pushed him aside. "Once I've drawn my bow, there's no turning back!"
He only brought two Black Wind Mounts with him and strode into the Venerable Saint Palace. The officials who were kneeling on the steps turned around in fear, some of them tried to stop him, but Zhan Beiye released his True Power, and from afar, he threw all of them out.
"Emperor Han, you've gone too far!"
A low voice rang out, piercing through the air. Zhan Beiye paused for a moment, then pretended not to hear it and continued up the stairs.
"Please stop!"
The person arrived just as the voice came. An apricot-yellow figure flew over and blocked Zhan Beiye's way.
Zhan Beiye slowly raised his head and stared at Xuanyuan Cheng.
"Emperor Han, my country is holding its first Empress conferring ceremony in more than ten years. Its dignity cannot be violated. Please conduct yourself!"
Zhan Beiye stared at him and suddenly laughed.
"Your country's Empress' name is Yuwen Zi, right?" Zhan Beiye's voice was soft, but it could be heard from both inside and outside the palace. "If I remember correctly, seven years ago, I fought with the Mo Luo Cavalry at Geya Palace and was betrayed by a spy. I was injured and was stranded in the Chang Luo Mountain of the Chang Ning Manor in the north of your country. Fortunately, I was saved by a young lady of a noble family who went up the mountain to worship Buddha. She protected me in many ways, and I'm still grateful to her. She didn't leave her name back then, but after many inquiries, I've finally confirmed the identity of my benefactor." He raised his hand and pointed to the top of the palace. "She's the current Empress Yuwen!"
Xuanyuan Cheng was stunned. Zhan Beiye looked at him and said loudly, "Even if you, Xuanyuan, changed the ceremony today to not allow guests to watch, can't you be lenient to me, who has come all the way here to meet the Empress and participate in the most glorious moment of my benefactor's life?"
He said, "Xuanyuan, you claim to be a country of courtesy and virtue. Is this how you treat the ruler of another country who has come all the way here just to repay a debt of gratitude?"
Zhan Beiye's accusatory tone reverberated in the air above the huge square and the golden palace. Everyone who heard it was speechless. Even Xuanyuan Cheng, who had changed the ceremony at the last minute, was rendered speechless by Zhan Beiye's words.
Meng Fuyao, who was in the palace, had long heard it. Her face was filled with black lines. 'F * ck, Lunatic Zhan's heart is really evil!'
She raised her head and glared at the Ministry of Rites official, who had long been stunned by the commotion outside the palace. "Quickly go to the Dragon Pavilion and retrieve the gold treasure!"
The old official had long since become muddle-headed after being ravaged by these fierce people. He agreed in a daze and went to retrieve the treasure. His steps were staggering, which made Meng Fuyao's heart burn with anxiety. She wanted nothing more than to kick him in the butt and send him to the Dragon Pavilion.
On the jade steps, Xuanyuan Cheng had already been forced into a corner by the overbearing Zhan Beiye.
If he were to drag the new Han Emperor away now, it would be equivalent to disgracing the entire Han Empire in front of the world. Zhan Beiye's style of doing things was bold and valiant. Before he came, he had already secretly stationed his troops at the border, as if to say, "If you dare to offend me, I'll trample on you". The new emperor was also a famous general who had swept through the former Tiansha Nation in half a year's time. His invincible and unstoppable reputation had already shaken the world. Given Xuanyuan Cheng's current situation, he was definitely not in a position to provoke such a strong enemy.
But if he were to go, who knew what other unruly things this arrogant emperor would do? Xuanyuan Cheng frowned, wondering if he had chosen the wrong day. Today's crowning ceremony was destined to become the laughing stock of all the countries.
After pondering for a while, he finally sighed softly and stepped aside. However, he did not walk away. "If that's the case, allow me to accompany His Majesty to watch the ceremony."
Zhan Beiye raised his eyebrows and smiled. He actually did not give way. Lifting his robe, he took the lead. Xuanyuan Cheng had never seen such a tyrannical person, so he had no choice but to follow behind.
The old official finally brought the golden treasure to Meng Fuyao. As long as she received it, the ceremony would be considered complete.
Meng Fuyao stretched out her hand. "Give it to me!"
"Wait!"
A thunderous roar reverberated through the hall, causing everyone's ears to ring. Only Meng Fuyao remained calm and reached out to grab the golden treasure.
"Do you still remember when I gave you my sword?"
Zhan Beiye's voice suddenly deepened. His words caused Meng Fuyao to freeze on the spot.
"I've been waiting for you to accept it for a long time."
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