empire.

Royal Palace.

"Well, here is it?"

Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes and looked at everything around him.

The huge room was decorated with luxurious decorations, with gold and gems everywhere, the huge crystal lamp on the ceiling shining with a lilac light, and the silk soft silk quilt felt great.

At the same time, virtual memories of the little emperor's identity for more than ten years were also transmitted into the boy's mind.

"Hey, this emperor is doing nothing."

The little emperor in my memory did not know the truth about his parents' death since he was a child. He only knew to obey the orders of his minister Ernest, and his life was like playing house.

As a puppet, I don’t know myself and have no opinion at all.

soon.

"Shadow Cloning Technique."

"Transformation technique."

As the boy whispered, a clone became exactly the same as the little emperor.

"I'll leave the emperor's identity to you."

Ye Feng patted his clone's shoulder and whispered encouragement.

With a clone in this position, he can be happy and happy.

"I know, I know, my clone has no human rights anyway."

The ‘Little Emperor’ gave Ye Feng a blank look and answered.

"Hahaha."

The two looked at each other and smiled at each other.

It’s amazing to look at yourself and talk to yourself.

"What identity do you want?"

"If you want to justify the nobles, you can't suppress people without a high status."

The clone asked curiously.

"Master, just say I am your master to the outside world."

"Those who see him are like seeing the Lord, and have the right to be executed first and then report."

Ye Feng thought about it and said this.

This is the most perfect solution he can think of.

"You are so greedy."

The clone curled his lips and said.

"Hahaha, let's go, don't complain here,"

"Your Majesty, you're going to court soon."

Ye teased and smiled on the cover of the room, opened the door of the room, and then made a gesture of invitation.

......

Ten minutes later.

main hall.

"Those who have something to do will start."

The little emperor sat on the dragon throne, with Minister Ernest and Ye Feng standing on the left and right beside him.

There was a silence in the audience.

After all, the little emperor has been in power for many years, and Ernest is the only thing that he says. Over time, no one dares to give his opinions.

Those who have made suggestions have gone to see the King of Hell.

"This guy..."

Ernest stared at the figure of the boy in white with gloomy eyes.

Years of intuition told him that this boy was a very dangerous guy and it was likely to affect his status.

However, the latter only smiled faintly in the face of his threatening eyes.

"Your Majesty, what is this young man?"

"Looking at his malicious eyes, I seriously suspect that he is not good for His Majesty."

Ernest said coldly.

Seeing this, the ministers all bowed their heads, their eyes dimmed, and the familiar scene was about to appear again:

Your Majesty will definitely order the killing of the young man.

“Bold!”

"Secretary, how dare you disrespect the national teacher? Didn't you take me seriously?"

The little emperor stood up from the dragon throne, pointed his hand at Ernest's nose and cursed fiercely.

Today's temper seems to be extremely irritable.

Whether on and off the stage, everyone was so shocked that they opened their mouths wide.

Damn? Is this the Majesty we know?

Isn't this a dream?

"Your Majesty, this...we aren't?"

Ernest's eyes almost glared out, but he didn't expect that the puppet he supported would have a day of rebellion.

Or in this unexpected way.

"What is it? You thief!"

"I dare to insult my teacher in public. I deserve to be punished for the crime. General Bude, drag this old dog down and slaughter me!"

The little emperor slapped the jade seal and gave the order to die directly.

Everyone was shocked again.

For the first time in so many years, I feel that His Majesty's small figure is so wise and great.

It makes people cry.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

"His Majesty......"

The ministers cheered, and many people couldn't help but shed tears of excitement.

It's been so many years, isn't this day waiting for?

At this moment, I feel so complicated and unspeakable.

"Yes, your Majesty."

General Bude was stunned for a moment, then quickly said.

The mission of his clan from beginning to end is to protect the emperor. It has never changed for thousands of years. No matter what the emperor's order is, he just needs to execute it.

The emperor wants to be corrupt and depraved, and he obeys the orders. Now the emperor wants to kill ministers, and he obeys the orders.

Real tool man.

"Hey, Bud! You don't really want to do it, do you?"

Ernest finally panicked, and a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.

The fat body was trembling, and no matter how hard it looked, it looked like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

"Feel sorry."

Bud said coldly, expressionless in his face.

"Damn, damn!"

"It's all caused by you, it's all caused by you!"

Ernest stared at the boy with anger, wishing to cut him into pieces.

"I've fought with you!"

The fat giant hand took out a knife from somewhere and rushed towards the boy.

He looked like he died together.
To be continued...